Night of Howls

Chapter Two

Not to ruin any time on my hands, I made a phone call to Paisley. All the shuffling in the back she made an effort to answer. "Hey, Bexley, what's up?"

Getting straight to the point it was told to her by me about the slumber party.

"Well, I'll be... Scratch that. I and Rayla are coming over for a slumber party so make sure your house is clean and junk food is available. Also alcohol and food." With that giggle, it's an automatically a yes. Paisley doesn't mind anyone drinking in her parent's house as long as we're not too drunk and being disobedient. I don't drink a lot. The taste of alcohol is not so pleasing especially if you're not a drunk and alcoholic.

To be honest, if Paisley wanted to know everything that and Rayla do I'm sure she's able to find out easily. There's two kinds of honest people, kids and drunks. Who can deny the fact that it's true? "Whatever happened to ask?" Paisley asked dryly. "Anyways, how about you bring more junk and food while you're at it. I'm not going homeless because of you alcoholics need to feed your liquor." That was well said. I'm not an alcoholic though. One shot for me and I'm tipsy. Doesn't take much. "See you girls in a bit. Chow for now." She then ended the call. With that being said I only heard a dead tone after Paisley hung up.

Cutting off at my own private conversation there goes the phone going off.

"You forgetful son of a biscuit. You promised about the drinks yesterday."

Could definitely picture her pouty face and it was a funny one to me. It made me giggled here and there. I don't think I could ever take her serious. I'm always making a joke out of things because I always think nothing could go wrong. Maybe I haven't met up with danger just yet. Who knows what I'll run into on my way growing older? Heck if I know but I sure don't want to find out unless I'm stuck in that type of situation. But not that Rayla's pouty face wasn't cute. It made me have a short laugh.

"Okay, okay. Have your whoever to drop you off at the Pure Meat Deli. Before you get here, go get some extra junk food and liquor. Paisley doesn't want to go homeless. See ya."

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Pure Meat Deli was one of my favorite places to shop. I barely eat anything else if it wasn't meat. I don't know why but I get very indecisive what meats I should want so I administered to go with a few steaks, lamb chops, goat, beef, bison, buffalo, and beef jerky. Lots of beef jerky.

Looking in the buggy over the items picked to see if that's everything needed and to my luck a guy comes.

"Afternoon, miss. I saw you in here shopping and had to greet you." Me and my thoughts alone, I can say he was a gentleman. Quite handsome looking to be in his early thirties. Not that tall though. He has to be at least a few inches taller.

Being picky about men is what I find myself doing sometimes. It's not like I mean any harm. I have preferences. I like them tall with beards including with eyes that is the color of green or is dealing with the color of green. Either one works for me. Food wise, yes. The only thing about men; they need to know how to cook or already know how to cook. I doubt I would want to stay on my feet everyday to cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

"My name's Steven and yours?"

Everyone knows a Steven but not her. Why not know a Steven? It couldn't hurt.

"Name's Bexley. Bex for short. Whichever you prefer to use." Smiling pleasantly. He reached his hand out for a shake and said "I'll go with Bex if you don't mind. You can call me Steve for short." Oh, that smile. His teeth are so white and straight. Goodness. Makes me think if he ever wore braces. Knowing myself, I don't want to be awkward at first so I'll let that wait.

"Okay, Steve. My pleasure." The phone that was in my back pants pocket buzzed and I knew it's probably Rayla. Imagining her face she might end up annoyed with her mother being overprotective or her mother wanting to know her every plan while her daughter is out with a couple of her friends.

"I have to be on my way. I'll see you around and nice to meet you." My head bowed a tad then turned on my heels to walk off but his hand reached out to grab mines and placed a piece of paper in it.

"Call me." He mouthed with a wink. I couldn't help but hide a blush. I hate blushing.

The lines at the registers were full. Register four was open but no one was found there. Maybe he or she were stocking shelves or helping a customer. Patiently waiting for a cashier, I was just ready to leave.

Getting caught up daydreaming. Someone was trying to catch my attention. "Excuse me, ma'am! Your things are already paid for!" All eyes are drawn to me now. Great... I thought to myself. Center of attention wasn't the cup of tea. "You can go to register four to get your groceries bagged."

"Nothing but a Steven." I told myself. "Thank you, ma'am" I replied back.