For Moon's Sake!

Chapter 6: The Morning Before the Night

        For some moon awful reason, I woke up on my birthday to James’ phone screeching “It’s my birthday and I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to…” Needless to say, I snarled at his dumbass and shoved his drool smeared face out of my way so I could beat him to the shower. I don’t know if you know this, but there seems to be controversy on when you should take a shower. People argue on the time, I think just to argue, but hey, I guess I side with the morning people.

               My reasons? Well I don’t know about women, other than myself, but I do know for a fact (thanks to my brother’s smelly cesspool of a bed) that males sweat too much for their own good at night. Ergo, taking a shower before bed is pointless if they’re just going to roll out of it covered in drool and reaping of B.O.

               I know, I know! Gross right? I justify showering in the morning by actually washing my bedding every day. Call me paranoid, but I just can’t risk my brother’s possible germ-infested bed not crawling across the floor and rolling on my blankets every day while I’m at school. So when I get home, they go in the washer. Waste of water? Maybe, and I’m sorry for that – But! It really is my only vain act. Well that and a little black eyeliner.

               Shedding my pajamas, I mentally thank the lord that it was a Saturday and that my brother had at least allowed me to sleep in until eleven a.m. God only knows how long we are going to be up tonight – What with the whole first shift, the big pack party that is both our birthday bash and our welcoming into werewolf adulthood. Let’s not forget that whole mate thing again… Yeah I could care less. My brother on the other hand… I had this strange feeling that he was-

               ‘That’s just nasty! Oh moon… Please tell me our twin link is not going to show me you doing that with whoever-‘

               ‘Ah! Damn it Rue! I didn’t need you talking into my brain at the moment!’

               ‘Well excuse me if your nasty pea-sized sex crazed brain flashing images of Wendy Shire my way while you- You had better not be doing what I think you were-‘

               ‘Well not now. Obviously.’

               I pinched the bridge of my nose while standing under really hot water. Thanks to my brother’s disgusting male nature I was now trying to scrub myself clean. Sadly water only cleans skin deep. The bastard!

        Stepping out, I snatched up the clean towel awaiting me and wrapped up my now steamed lobster-colored body. I actually didn’t know what lobster tasted like, but I’ve seen it in shows so it’s got to be good. Maybe it tasted like a candy of kind? Their always saying how sweet it is in shows when a guy takes a girl on the date of her life.

        ‘I’m coming in to dress so vacate the bedroom Mr. Nasty.’

        My brother laughed and walked by me, sticking his tongue out as he went, obviously in a chipper mood than me. Well, when you get brain flashes of your twin brother doing nasty things you wouldn’t be all that chipper either.

        What to wear today? I mean it was my birthday… I supposed this called for additional aid. Snagging my phone, I punched in my best friend’s number and listened to it ring.

        On the second ring, a female voice answered by screeching “Happy Birthday, Rue!”

        Rolling my eyes, I internally groaned. Why was she my best friend again? Oh, right – I had no fucking idea. “Shelly!” I chided in an irritated voice. “And thanks,” I said afterwards making sure I hadn’t hurt her feelings.