Mystery Boy: Dealing with two boys

My p.o.v: back to hell...again!!!!

My p.o.v

M: Monica are we done yet

I whined, clearly tired of shopping with this girl. Never going on a shopping trip with Monica ever again, noting that in my brain. She takes forever to try and pick cloths, then deciding on wether or not to buy it. I mean, lady come on, it's just clothes. You pick something that you like and you try it on, if it fits and you really like it, BUY THE FUCKING THING., and move on.

Monica glared at me, putting down a black skirt with the hot pink shirt. I stuck my tongue out at her as she picked up a navy blue dress that's short. Never will I ever, wear a dam dress nor skirt. I hate them to pieces and I will die if I have to wear them.

Mon: you know, you could pick out a few things to make yourself busy

I raised my eyebrow at her

M: in this store, hell no. I rather go to hot topics, which this mall doesn't have, so fuck it

She threw an underwear at me and I dodged it, giggling as she went to try something else. I looked around the store, wondering back to the jail cell that I left my mates in. I wonder if I did the right thing on leaving them there? I hope they don't go at it, it's aa in to break them up.

Few hours later

We were in Monica's house now, I had to help her carry the bags of her clothes inside. Let me tell ya, she has LOTS OF CLOTHES. It's like she took everything from the fucking mall. I finally got the last bag through her room door, plopping on the ground.

M: thx for the help Monica

I glared up at her as she looked at her self in the mirror. She looked at me through it and smiled innocently

M: don't you dare smile innocently at me. You know what you did

I groaned and sat up, feeling my arms like noddles. I had to get back on my training again. I was still fit but not like before. Stupid Hayden and cutting my training. I looked at the time to see it was around six o'clock, I was debating on wether or not to let them out. But I decided against it, maybe they needed more time

Mon: hey why don't we go to the kitchen and get some grub, I'm starving

She said, rubbing her tummy. She helped me up and while we were walking, I mumbled

M: when are you not

Being werewolf she is, she heard me, glaring back at me. I smiled innocently as we went to go get some food. But I stopped in my tracks, seeing a person I rather not see. It was the blonde bimbo, in the kitchen. I looked questionable at Monica who just waved it off. One we walked in the kitchen, Brittany turned around, and glared at me

Brit: I thought you were dead

I smiled at her

M: I thought you died with all the other monsters that we killed two weeks ago

She gasped and rushed out the door, muttering to her self.

M: nice to see you to

I yelled out as Monica started laughing

Mom: man, it's funny to watch you guys go at it

I rolled my eyes as I hopped in the counter, watching Monica go through her fridge

M: why is she inside your house, anyways?

Monica grabbed some cookie dough and two spoons, handing me one. She opened it and we started scooping some out.

Mon: probably because all werewolves have at least two families living together. I mean these houses are pretty big

I frowned as I scooped up another dough into my mouth. I moaned, as Monica giggled