Adopted by NatePat

Friendship

The next few days I spent with Nate and Mat, I learned a lot about them...
More than I ever would have imagined ever knowing. You see, there's a lot that goes on off the camera.

And most of the time, it's a hard thing called: Life.

Oh yes, that one guy we all want to punch in the face. Life happens.
Life never leaves. It will continue to push you down, but you have to remember to keep getting up and keep taking the pain; because in the end, when it's all said and done, all life is trying to do is make you stronger.
And for that, you have to love life.

"Go wash your hands, Shadow! It's almost dinner time!" Nate, the professional (Not really. Mat is worse though...) chef shouted. I was currently listening to some classical music when I had heard him...

"Okie dokie! But I'm not a little kid! I know these things!" I shouted back, quietly laughing. I went into the bathroom and turned the faucet on.

I pushed my sleeves up and began to rince them under the cold water... (I hate washing my hands with hot, steaming water. It hurts.) Still, it stung when I put a certain arm under the water.

My eyes shifted to my left arm, and for a moment a rush of fear creeped up on me. I had just forgotten what I dreaded remembering... I had forgotten that they were even there since I was so happy....
But there they were, still there.

The scars from my past.
Painful memories began to fill my mind....

I tried to cover my scars up, as I felt like someone was always watching me. I always had the fear of someone seeing my scars and sending me back to what is dreadfully called, 'therapy.'

I had to hide my scars.
There was no beauty in them.

"I hope they don't see them," I whispered, turning the faucet off, rolling up my sleeve and trying to exit the bathroom.

"Hope we don't see what?" Footsteps came closer. Good thing the scars couldn't be seen...

"Nothing!" I trotted out of the bathroom, and out into the kitchen.

When we were all sitting down at the table with our dinner, which happened to be my all-time favorite meal... Steak, Mat and Nate both examined me and from instinct I knew a lecture would be thrown at me...

I hadn't hardly touched my food, so I was just awaiting for them to tell me what they needed to say.

I tilted my head.

"Okay, so we have two questions." Mat was the first to speak up. Two questions, huh? Let's see... Well, either 1. I'm doomed or 2. I'm doomed.

"Do you want question one or two first?" Nate gave me a choice.
Either way, I had a feeling one of them would change everything in an instance.

"Uhhhh.... One?"

Mat smirked at Nate as if they each had lines to speak for the two different questions; actually, I wouldn't be surprised if they did have lines to this whole talk-thing.

Nate groaned.

"Well, this isn't really a question but: Weknowyou'reawolfandwearetoo." Nate said all in one word.

I thought back to what he said and I tried to make sense of it...

Wait just a second.
He knew- They knew I was a wolf.
...
AND THEY WERE TOO!?

My suspicions have been confirmed, my theories have been confirmed, everything in that moment was confirmed. I knew it.
I fluffing knew it.

I must've been staring at the open space blankly because when I snapped out of it, they both had very confused faces.

"Annnnd, question two?" Nate finally made the conversation move on.

Mat rubbed his hands together, "Do you like dogs?" Mat was smiling widely. Where were they going with this? Hmmm, I didn't quite catch on.

I nodded, "Yes, why?" I asked out of pure curiosity. They looked at each other and smiled; yep, they were definitely hiding something from me.

"We were just wondering." Nate shrugged.

"Okay...? Back to the topic of you knowing I was a wolf, and how you guys are wolves." I stared at them deeply, as if I were peering in at their souls.

They broke out into a sweat.
"How could you tell?" I asked.