Dreamscape [boyxboy]

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight (Remi's POV)

We rushed back to Moonstone in order to grab my siblings. The entire way, my heart was pounding like crazy.

Why?

Because Kyler was hugging me tightly from behind, his hands hovering just above a place I wish he would lower his hands too. I mentally slapped myself for being such a pervert. Kyler was obvious skittish and distrusting, but it wouldn't last for long.

At least, that's what I told myself.

I had a nagging sensation that Kyler was beginning to trust me. Call it false hope, but the fact that he slipped up and told me the truth about something had to be a sign that he was breaking down. I wanted to know more about him. All I knew were the basics that he told me or that I noticed offhand.

I wanted to know where he came from. His birthday. His story.

I wanted to know him.

We drove through The Mockingbird parking lot and down the long winding driveway to my house. I felt Kyler's grip tighten on me as I swerved up to the doors of the garage, stopping the bike. He got off, stumbling for a second before he settled the helmet on the seat. His eyes went up and down the length of the house, his jaw dropping.

"Damn, this place is gorgeous!" He exclaimed. I got off the bike, taking my jacket off and draping it over the seat, smiling.

"You live in a plantation house. This is just any other country home."

"I rather live here. It's looks like a doll house or something." Kyler breathed, his eyes scanning the flower garden that went around the length of the wraparound porch. I smirked a little, then gestured for him to follow me inside.

"Just warning you ahead of time, my sisters are a little... weird. In fact, so are my cousins. Beware in general." I said, opening the front door to the foyer, stepping side to let Kyler in.

"And Tyson?" Kyler asked, peering in before hesitantly coming through the door and wrinkling his nose. He didn't have to speak so I knew what he was thinking. It was probably the smell of werewolves. Part of me was curious if the hatred for werewolves stemmed from staying with this weird Jack guy he kept mentioning. Or maybe Ash had done something. Or both.

"He's working a shift at The Mockingbird. So is one of my cousins, Sylvian, but Rosabel, Vivian, Seven, and Luc should be here." I assured, glancing around the house. It didn't take long for Rosabel to emerge from the kitchen in a pair of black shorts to go with her pastel blue ruffled blouse. As soon as she saw Kyler, her eyes widened for a split second before she smiled.

"You must be Kyler. I'm Rosabel, Remi's sister. One of them anyway. It's a pleasure to have you visiting our home." She greeted. Kyler blushed at the politeness and looked at me helplessly. I smiled, then looked at Rosabel.

"Where is everyone? I need them to come down here. We're going to have a meeting about something." I stated. Rosabel's eyes flickered curiously for a moment before she nodded and stood at the base of the stairs, putting her hands around her mouth.

"Front and center, mongrels!" She announced at the top of her lungs. Kyler stood close to my side and leaned in.

"I like her already." He whispered.

"I figured you would." I replied. He smiled, then caught himself and quickly looked away. I sighed, but didn't chide him or anything. I knew this relationship was going to take time. If you even wanted to call it a relationship. What were we anyway? Friends? Aquaintences? Business partners?