full moon | g.d.

03

we walked out of the room and into a long, dim hallway.

"so.. am i going to have to kill people now? because, i'm gonna be honest with you grayson, i'm not really comfortable with that." i stuttered.

"you'll get comfortable with it tonight. full moon is tonight." we continued down the long hallway.

his hand was cold as he squeezed mine.

at the end of the hall, there's a huge room with a 20 feet tall ceiling.

"nice house." i was trying not to panic.

this is the situation.

i need to deal with it.

i'm a werewolf now.

it can't be undone.

i saw a boy that looked similar to grayson, but with longer hair sitting on the white leather couch.

he sat up and walked over quickly.

he started to sniff me.

"grayson, i know i said they need to be a werewolf, but i didn't mean to turn someone you want to fuck into a werewolf!" the boy spat.

"ethan, we'll discuss this later when she's asleep."

"TONIGHT'S THE FULL MOON YOU ASSCLOWN! SHE WON'T BE ASLEEP!" ethan stormed off into the kitchen. "SHE'LL LEAVE AT SOME POINT AND TELL EVERYONE!"

"i won't." i mumbled.

he came back towards me.

"good girlie," he smiled menacingly, revealing fangs.

"etHAN! go out and get someone to kill! YOU'RE NOT KILLING HER. I FEEL IT WITH HER." he looked at me.

i wondered what 'feel it' meant, but if it meant anything involving a relationship, i was honestly down.

he's hot.

really hot.

i looked back at him and inched closer.

his jaw clenched as i looked him up and down.

he's wearing black skinny jeans with holes in them, revealing his hairy legs.

i've always found hairy legs attractive, i don't really know why.

same thing with armpits.

it's weird.

he was also wearing a white button up dress shirt and black stub earings.
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ethan's pov
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this girl shouldn't be here. it's too dangerous.

even if grayson feels it.

honestly, if i could, i'd fucking kill grayson.

a delusion little kid.

we're nineteen.

not mother fucking 6 year olds like grayson acts.

but honestly,

she's kind of hot.

i'd smash.

hard.

if it weren't for grayson.

little shithead.

anytime i fuck a girl, he befriends them.

assclown.
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nicole's pov
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a few hours later, grayson and i went into his room and sat on the black blankets on his bed.

"so, i want to get to know you a little better, babygirl. what's your name?" he was sitting criss cross applesauce (a/n: lmao) across from me with his hands in his hair.

"nicole. my name's nicole." i say, shaky.

"no need to be nervous babe. i won't hurt you." i could smell his minty breath.

i felt tears start to roll down my face, and i layed onto his bed with my face in the blankets.

they smelled like his cologne.

he laid down next to me and put his cold hands around my hips.

"you're confused and scared. i know. but i need you to tell me what you're confused and scared about so i can help. i'm not very good at understanding girls." he sounded very sweet and sympathetic.

"okay, well scared is i don't want to kill anyone. confused is what you meant by 'feel it' earlier."

"i meant that i feel... i feel like you're my soulmate. and killing people is just something we have to do. there's no option sweety, sorry."

all of a sudden, i felt completely alone.

loneliness sucks donkey balls.

i put my head into his chest and listened to his heart beat.

thump thump.

thump thump.

thump thump thump.

he kissed my forehead.

i guess i'm stuck with him.

which isn't bad.

but it's not a very cute story.

i always wanted a cute love story.

—xx—

i'm bored asf

rip

PEACE ✌🏻