The Connection(Slowly Editing!)

Eventful Night

It was Sunday night and the week was finally over. Ian was now laying in bed trying not to stop this silence between him and Ariana. He realized how cruel he'd been and realized how much more boring his life had been without Ariana in it.

 "Ian!" his father called from downstairs.

"What?" he grouched.

"Get down here!" his father shouted.

Ian not in the mood to get up flip flopped around his bed and started punching his pillows.

"Coming father!" he chirped sarcastically as he dragged his body all the way downstairs into the the living room to his father.

When he finally dragged himself into the living he plopped down onto the couch. As he sat down he noticed his parents were a bit tense.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked sitting up slightly.

"Ian. Your father and I have something very important to tell you," his mother started.

"Oh my goodness. Please don't tell me your pregnant!" Ian shouted as he looked at his mothers stomach.

"Oh no! Gosh no! This factory is closed!" she jumped up from the couch and shook her head rapidly.

"Phew. Ok now that that's out of the way. What is so important?" Ian asked.

"Well, when when a person becomes a parent there dream is to give there child the best life they can give, " his mother started.

"And well when you were born there was a bit of a hassle having you," his father continued.

"Just spit it out I'm not 5," Ian mumbled.

"You're a werewolf," his father mustered out.

Ian looked blankly at his parents and then started laughing hysterically.

"I'm sorry, what? My ears must be playing games with me. Me? A Werewolf? AHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY SWEET BABY ELVIS! Okay where is Ashton Kutcher? I must be getting punked. What's next? I'm shifting soon? Oh that would be the icing to the cake. Man you guys are high-larious" Ian breathed out as he continued laughing hysterically.

Wiping his tears and holding his stomach from laughing so hard, he looked at his parents and noticed that they had the most serious and sincere looks on there faces.

"Wait? You ARE joking right? I'm not actually a werewolf, RIGHT?!" Ian asked suddenly getting worried because it is because of this werewolf situation that he lost his best friend... well ex-best friend.

"I'm afraid we aren't. Why do you think you have been getting angered so easily and the fevers.. lets not forget the fevers.. Wait how'd you know about the shifting?" Andrew questioned Ian.

"That's beside the point. Wait...........Oh. My. God. This is bad. Really bad. Why didn't you guys tell me?!" Ian shouted angrily jumping up form his seat glaring at his parents.

"It's really complicated," his mother started.

"What's so fucking complicated about sitting a fucking 10 year old down and telling him son you're  going to be a werewolf when you grow up!?" Ian shouted.

"Ian please, sit down let us explain," his father suggested.

Ian stubbornly sat down and continued glaring at his parents.

"This is your last chance to tell me that Miley Cyrus, Justin Timberlake, hell I'll even take Justin Bieber is going to jump through doors with cameras telling me this is a joke because this isn't funny," Ian growled.