Supernatural stories

First Meeting

Laurel began to walk home from work, coffee in one hand and phone in the other. It was dark by time she got out everyday but she preferred it that way. She stared hopelessly down at her phone. Nothing... still nothing... more nothing... Jesus fucking Christ why are you still looking?! It's literally always going to be nothing!!
She looked up and sighed, "I guess he didn't want a second date" she looked around then proceeded to step into the street. The town is small and the roads are never crowded. Nothing is ever crowded. She looked back down at her phone and almost immediately she was blinded by a bright light followed by a loud screech. She hit the ground, hot coffee spilling over her and her phone shattering next to her. She looked up, her vision red and blurred.
"Oh shit, oh fuck, hey, uhm hey, you-you okay?" As her vision grew clearer she could see the man who was talking at her. He kneeled next to her, holding her head up. She looked to see his motorcycle fallen on the ground behind him.
Laurel grunted, "You..."
He smiled in relief to hear her talk.
She continued, "You drive like a fucking monkey."
He immediately frowned again, "I-I'm sorry?"
She shoved him away and struggled to stand on her own, "You owe me a phone asshole." She wiped some blood from her head, walked past him and stood up his motorcycle.
He stood, "Woah the fuck you think you're doing?"
She sat, "You just hit me. Now you're giving me a ride home."
He stared back at her shocked then mumbled, "Or what? You gonna curse me?"
She stared at him with a mix of anger and shock.
He then rolled his eyes, "Un-fucking-believable. A town full of people and I hit the bitchiest one." He sat on his motercycle in front of her and handed her the helmet and sighed, "Where do you live?" She pointed and he drove. They drove about a mile in silence.
Noah nudged her, "So... What's your name?"
She rolled her eyes and huffed at him, "It's Laurel."
He thought about her name for a second before he responded, "Hm. That's... different. My name's Noah."
"I didn't ask."
"Rude."
"Says the guy that hit me with his motorcycle"
Noah smiled, "Fair enough."
They pulled up to Laurels apartment and she guided him inside and sat him on the couch. Her apartment was small clean and quiet and smelled of coffee. Laurel looked through a cabinet drawer, pulled out a notepad and handed it to him. "Write down your information so tomorrow you can get me a new phone."
He nodded as he looked around her place.
"So... " she sighed, "How'd you know I'm a witch?"
Noah laughed a little and began to write, "I could smell it on you... plus all you witches got that emo vibe about you."
She sat next to him. "What's a werewolf doing in town? Don't you guys live all country, like out in the woods? Hunting squirrels and shit?"
He shook his head and smiled at her, "Don't all witches fly on brooms and have like 50 somethin black cats? And how'd you know I'm a wolf?"
She scoffed, "You just told me genius. Brooms don't actually fly, and I prefer snakes. My sister has a few cats though."
He laughed then stood and handed her the paper, "So, I'm sorry about hitting you."
She shrugged, "I've been hit harder."
"Ight. Well, call me whenever and we'll go get you a phone." He began to walk out the door, "Maybe I can get you some more coffee too?"
She stood and smiled at him, "Did you just try to ask out the girl you hit with your motorcycle?"
He scratched his head, " Uhm... yeah I did." He shrugged, "You've been hit harder." He smiled back at her one last time then walked out the door.