The Scars Return: A Shiver fanfic

Shiver fan fic: Thoughts of the Beginning

Shiver fan fiction

Sam

We were at Grace and I's house, which was my house, but Grace came in to move here with me. It was our house, the two of us. The wolves had been cured, move into their own houses in Mercy Falls, leaving this house full of memories for The Yellow-Eyed Boy and my Summer Girl. Grace was doing a science project for school, and Cole was interested and wanted to look at her notes and help.

I sat on her bed reading one of my novels, but couldn't concentrate because I was distracted by Grace and Cole, sitting beside each other, both scribbling down notes and murmuring-trying to keep quiet so I could read, which was working but I wasn't distracted by the noise-Cole's arm was only an inch away from hers, and at some points, when Cole would reach across the page to jot something down, there arms would press together.

It kinda distracted me, because I wanted to be Cole right now, and I felt a little jealous. I wanted so badly to be with Grace right now. I always want her. Always have and always will. Ever since I fell in love with her when we were both young out in the cold snowy woods.

There were even points where they would have a little laugh. I knew that Grace and Cole were just good friends. I knew that she loved me, but I was still jeleous of how close Cole was to Grace right now. I felt silly for thinking these probably unnecessary thoughts, so I just tried my best to ignore it and tried to finish the last few chapters of my book.

Grace

Cole and I had been figuring out this project for almost two hours now, and I was getting kind of sick of it. Cole seemed pretty into this project. He seemed pretty focused, though. It was pretty scientific, and as Sam said, science is Cole's toys.

I wonder if Cole was gone from school for so long that he hasn't gotten his fair share of enough school.

I heard Sam clear his throat, and Cole and I looked back at Sam the same time, and Sam just looked specifically at me and gave me a little smile and said "nothing" and looked down at his book.

I felt a very deep and strong rush of craving for him, especially after almost two hours of a project, two hours of not being with him, two hours of not feeling the warmth of his cozy self. So I spun my chair around to get up and walk over to him where he was sitting obediently with his legs criss-crossed on my bed, and diagonal from where he was facing, I got my arm and wrapped it around the front of him at his chest almost at his neck, and pinned him to the bed with me.

I just laid there, and hugged him close, smelling the wonderful smell of his hair and listened to the beat of his heart that sped even faster as I tangled our legs.

I was so overwhelmed, that I could feel my heart beating in love in my throat.

My mind was filled with him, with Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam. One of those perfect moments made of glass. A perfect moment of glass that could be shattered with one hurtful word, and also a moment that was almost impossible to shatter. It overwhelmed me, that we started off as me being dragged into the woods by his pack, and we didn't really know it at the time, but we fell in love. He saved me. He wanted me alive. He needed me alive. He needed me. We never spoke for six years, and we were in love the whole time. And at the end of those six years, I found him injured on my porch, and now I had to save him. No, not had, wanted. I wanted him. I needed him to be safe, alive. I needed him, I need him, I will always need him. It is my instinct to keep this boy safe. It's his to keep me safe. And here we are, it is a miracle. Thinking of that time we first ever saw each other, first fell in love.

We sat there awhile, just heads tucked with each other, enjoying this moment. He lifted his chin up, and raised his eyebrows slightly and I gave him a soft kiss, until we ran out of breath.

After we kissed we just stayed there, foreheads and noses matched together, staring into each others eyes. My brown eyes and his beautiful and loving yellow ones. I could never forget those eyes. I saw them when I first saw him when he saved me, and I remembered them when I saved him. At points his pupils would change size, showing me how he felt.

After a few minutes, the Cole who was sitting there still staring at my notes finally said " the maker-outers need to stop because I'm not doing this project on my own. I don't even go to school and this isn't even my project. Ringo, stop tempting the poor girl, or I go." I blushed, because I totally forgot that sir St.Claire was there, in the presence of me and Sam being lovey. Sam and I just stared at him, a stare down, in the same position and Cole gave up and sighed, opened the door, and left. I could already hear the music Cole turned on, the kind of music that if you turned it up high enough, you could feel the beat on your hollow chest.

Sam just looked at me, and I looked at him, at his yellow eyes that when I first saw them, I never thought i'd ever see again, and we looked into each others eyes the same way we did at the beginning, and I really didn't think I'd see them again, yet here we are, and we softly kissed through the rest of the night, cuddling, until our eyes fell closed into one of the best sleeps ever, because it was with Sam. All my sleeps with Sam. The warmth of his body. He's so cozy. I could stay with him forever. The comfort of his presence. My wolf, that saved me, the wolf that held my eyes and I held his, looking into his soul, him looking into mine. His yellow eyes, his special eyes, that made me know it was him, the one I fell for, the one I fell in love with. It was Sam, my wolf, my forever.

Sorry it was so short! This was just something I was thinking of when I was doing my homework. This is just a little Shiver add on. This is my first story on watt pad, tell me what you think! How do you think my writing style is? Thanks!

-Shiveroth