For Moon's Sake!

Chapter 7: Pack House Move-In

        “Ah… My little girl is all grown up today,” my dad whimpered as he nearly suffocated me with a hug.

        “Did you get a head start on packing up your things,” my mother asked both James and I, her eyes all misty.

        I mentally face-palmed. My brother groaned.

        “You knew you were moving out today…”

        Turning to my brother, I gave him puppy dog eyes.

        “No… No way! I’m not boxing both of our things. Not going to happen.”

        I stuck my bottom lip out, letting it tremble a little.

        “Rue… No…”

        I stomped my foot, pretending to throw a tantrum and ran to our room to find boxes on both our beds. Glancing at my clock, I knew the party didn’t begin for another three and a half hours, so I got to work packing what little property I owned. It included a few filled notebooks of fictional fantasy I wrote, perhaps two boxes worth of paperback books, and finally two boxes of clothing. Like I said, my family was pretty poor. We wouldn’t be getting a birthday bash if it wasn’t tradition for everyone to have one on their seventeenth birthday. A perk to paying pack dues, I suppose. Did every pack out there do this? I had no clue.

        By the time my brother and I finished and dad helped James load up the car to take it all to the pack house, Shelly was leaning against her own car jabbering on the phone to her mate, Nick. Apparently they would both be at the birthday bash and I’d have to suffer as they sucked face like all the other drunk horny wolves. I look so oh forward to it. Not.

        ‘Come one, Rue, don’t dwell on the masses. Let’s get over there and put our stuff up before the party really begins alright?’

        I turned and gave James a smile.

        “Sometimes I swear you two have private conversations… But you haven’t shifted yet so I know you can’t use the pack link yet, besides we would hear it, at least in tidbits,” my mother said, tears streaming down her face.

        Truth is, James nor I have ever told anyone we had a mental link all our own. It was something we enjoyed that others didn’t and it was something special to us. Private links between people were links between mates, which we were defiantly not. We were glad though, that we had something that gave us an advantage over others. It allowed us to feel close when everyone else were shutting us out.

        “Nick,” Shelly gave a girlish squeal, her phone hanging up and sliding into her front pocket.

        ‘I regret ever bringing her over when your best friend was here.’

        ‘You and me both.’

        We both laughed and watched Shelly blush like crazy.

        “Come on, munchkins, let’s get you moved over. We’re going to miss you, but we are really proud of you,” dad said, tears threatening the corners of his eyes – but of course he was a man, so they never fell.

        “Riding with Shelly,” I replied, knowing there wasn’t really room for me in my folk’s small car. They just nodded, and let me know they understood. I mean, I know I was moving out, and it may have been the last car ride I had with them for a while, but logically it was better than I didn’t have to sit on James’ lap.

        Shelly just grinned and pulled me towards her car. Since I really wasn’t a car person – well unless you counted my love for the black 1967 Chevrolet Impala from the greatest television show ever created, Supernatural – I slid into the bright pink car’s passenger front seat.

        “Ready to move in, roommate?”

        I blinked as she started up the car. Roommate? “Don’t you room with Nick?”

        She laughed as she followed my parents towards the pack house. “No, though I wished. Sadly he was asked not to move in with me so that your brother could room with him by your parents. The pack house may be big, however the pack is pretty big too, so rooms tend to have two occupants unless you were born into status like the alpha’s children or the Beta’s.”

        “I could just room with James. I’ve been doing it for seventeen years.”

        I didn’t understand why my parents had asked such a thing from Nick. It’s not like I worried about sharing a room with my brother, I had actually been expecting it. It’s going to be weird waking up without his drool covered face across the room from me.

        “You and James need some time apart. Honestly, it’s pretty bad that you guys shared a room so long given your opposite genders.”

        I punched her in the shoulder. “Hey, driving here,” she grumbled, taking one hand off the steering wheel to rub her shoulder.

        “Well don’t go making gross assumptions,” I replied back and grinned.

        “Touchy,” she replied before parking the car.

        When I looked up, I could see a lot of the pack around our age moving about, almost intimidatingly. Just seeing it made me realize I wasn’t looking forward to this. In fact, I think I wanted to turn tale and run from it. Especially when Ryan Thompson walked out the front door, one hand down the front of a giggling girl’s shorts and his eyes taking in my parents before turning to watch me walk my way over to my brother.

        ‘I’m disgusted. Let’s run away and join a different pack before this one goes belly up due to idiot dogs,’ I thought to my brother, my eyes trained on him as he got out of the car and walked to the back opening up the trunk with one hand. I watched as he glanced towards the others then shook his head and pulled out a box.

        ‘As much as I agree, I think we’re stuck here. Keep your head down and let’s make the best of it.’

        I growled low in my throat, but took a box from my brother and followed Shelly in past the gross show and up to her room on the second floor. She smiled as she let me in, her voice grinding my eardrums as she let a high shriek when Nick came in. I swear she acted like she hadn’t seen him in ages.

        “Yo man,” James said, fist pumping Nick before dropping a box with books written on it at my feet. Rolling my eyes at their male gesture, I placed down the box I was carrying and followed Shelly back to my parent’s car, grabbing another box while Nick, James, and Shelly followed suit to help us get our boxes in faster. Again, it wasn’t much.  

        Car unloaded, parents giving hugs goodbye and promising to stop by the party late if they find the time since even on our birthday they work the late shift. Saying we both understand, we waved them off before linking arms and looking at our intimidating new home. Throwing a knowing look to one another we went up to James and Nick’s room – noises were coming from mine that scared us away – and waited until the party started.

A/N: I do not own Supernatural, it is a real program in the real world and under rights by its original creators. As much as I wish I did own that damn car... I don't. Bummer.