An almost one night stand leads Todd and his friends toward trouble.
Todd he's finally come to terms with his sexuality at aged 19. Things get wonky for him when he decides to tell his major crush that he's bisexual. She's a lesbian o he doesn't...
Edward rested his head against his head watching the monitor. Ella, his secretary, chided him constantly over the ancient technology preventing their office from making it into the 21st century. They could simply e-mail or send documents over a program online with ease. Instead, to her disgust he printed everything.
Him being the leader of their pack and his age gave him the upper hand to counter her suggestions. He wasn't abusive toward the people who willingly worked with him he did it for the fun of it.
They lived longer than the average human so it was easy to fall to small amusements to fulfill the day. These helped him live or that is how it felt every time he did some small mischievous thing.
Small things, like, driving slow in the fast lanes heading to and from work. Humans were very quick to anger which always put a smile on his face. Some pointed with gestures and a handful with guns – as if a slow driver was worth shooting on the road. Don't they know why they're allowed to have those? Self-preservation, killing someone out of anger was noticeably not that at all.
At work everyday after 5 pm. he sits watching this screen deciding whether to answer the emails or accidentally delete them. The arrival of his vice president's son to walk by and say his good-byes.He was young, very eager to please, and wanted to become a full member of the Oathbound. His father was paying great money to keep him from being accepted into the program – something the son wasn't aware of and Edward wasn't supposed to know about. It was technically illegal for his people to interfere with one another in such a way –but Edward was clueless.
"Good-night,sir!" The tall youngster raised a hand waving as he walked toward the clock out station. It was shorter tonight – they usually chatted about nonsense things. He was going to that gay club – not that Edward cared – but that was usually why he would hurry out so fast. Today makes it 56 days straight of staying the longest out of everyone in the office. Of course, no one else knew of this little competition.
Ever since his wife, Dahlia, passed away many years ago –so long ago that his memory of her was fading. He could no longer remember the day she died or where she died. His daughters often reminded him because they'd come on the day of they had the funeral. They remembered and he relied on them to continue to remind him. They looked so much like their mother than him – it was as if the gods blessed her with clones. He knew he existed in their DNA but his height, skin color, hair color or eyes weren't on any of the girls.He hoped to one day possibly seeing himself in his grandchildren –whenever they decide to have them. He tried not to urge them on that path but he was getting up there in age.
He was naturally brown, caramel color eyes, with dark thick hair that was now very white. The whiteness of his hair made his skin look faded. It made his eyes and everything else look so tired as well. He never thought himself vein until he started losing his memories and his hair turning more and more like clouds. He supposed as long as his hair didn't start jumping off his scalp before he died he was doing better than most.
Ella,his secretary, always pushed him to go on dates. He was still very handsome and could 'get it' as she said. He would have to ride that little compliment until he forgot about it, too. He couldn't go out and date no matter how much he had forgotten his wife and their life,he couldn't do it to her. He kept her photo at his desk, on the wall,and everywhere at the house. A small way of trying to keep her in his life until he no longer remembered at all.
So,to avoid the depressing thoughts he played the stupid games. Some day they aren't going to be stupid games that he may genuinely forget everything and what he is doing. But until then, he would have fun.
The pack leader in New Mexico, Dandelion, young and bouncy with ambition pouring out of every piece of her soul, mind and body. She kept sending him e-mails requesting time to talk about the important issues with the Oathbound. Not as if there weren't any other pack leaders who were also apart of the Oathbound that she could speak with. That was the first e-mail that he sent her said – why don't you go bother someone else? But nicer, more professional and she replied just as nice and just as professional. Since that first encounter, he had Ella ignore all phone calls from New Mexico if they weren't already in their call list.
There wasn't anything fun about all her warnings and predictions. It was unlike the young to fear the end times as that was mostly left to the old. The old, like him, often projected their fears of their death onto their communities. But here sat or stood or whatever, a youngster already spouting off fear mongering things. It was nonsensical items that had nothing to do with his pack or anyone else's pack for that matter.
He decided to accidentally delete this e-mail, too.
