Howling at the Moon

Chapter 9- Meeting the Not-So-Normal Family

I just need to stop posting so much.

Chapter 9

I layed out all my boxes and started pulling some old books out of them. I had bought a small cheap wooden bookcase and sorted all my books according to fiction and school books. The only thing I ever read was fiction. I grabbed stacks of posters from another box and started hanging them on my walls. After a couple of hours I had finally put up all of my calenders, boards, maps, posters, and photos from my childhood. On my fireplace I put a picture of my dad and I when I was five. Dad got arrested a year later. Next to it I put a picture of my new family. Phil and my mom were in the back, Leo and I were standing on their sides and Mia was right in the middle. I also framed a picture of Stiles, Scott, that I took while we were all having lunch at Stiles’. Suddenly my bedroom door opened and in came my mother carrying more boxes.

          “You had to hang up all of your posters?” said my mom sighing.

          “Mom!” I said rolling my eyes, “They aren’t even covering up all of the walls, only two,”

She rolled her eyes, put down the boxes and said, “I’m taking Leo and Mia grocery shopping, you want to tag along?”

          “Nah, I have to finish,” I said hanging up another poster.

          “Alright,” she said, “Don’t give Phil too much trouble,”

          “I won’t,” I said distractedly.

She left the room.

          I sighed, looking down at all the other boxes I needed to unpack. At least all my clothes, shoes, and accessories were already neatly placed in the closet. My stomach grumbled loudly. I slapped my hand to it and went downstairs to go get some food. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a pudding cup and was about to attack it when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, I smiled seeing Stile’s and Scott standing there.

          “Hey guys!” I said enthusiastically. 

          “Whose at the door, Gage?” asked Phil from the kitchen.

I didn’t answer.

          “Come on in,” I said smirking at Scott’s feeble expression.

They walked in reluctantly.

          “Gage, whose at the d-,” Phil stopped short, “Oh hello,”

          “Hello sir,” said Stiles extending his hand for a handshake.

Scott reached over and did the same.

          “Phil, these are my friends, Scott and Stiles,” I said relaxed.

Phil could totally sense fear. I had realized that these past few years.

          “Scott, try and stay as calm as you can,” I muttered so quietly that only a werewolf like Scott would hear, “He can sense emotions like a pro,”

Scott gave me a slight nod. As Phil introduced himself he reached turned around to get some sodas. Thats when I saw Scott mutter in Stiles ear.

          “Do you two prefer anything else?” said Phil cocking his head to the side with a his creeper look, “Maybe a beer?”

          “Phil!” I said shocked.

          “What?” he said innocently, “Doesn’t seem to stop many teenagers,”

          “Well it should,” said Scott quickly.

          “Well played,” said Phil, “But totally a lie.”