Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 2

"Skylar! Get your fat ass down here!" Holly screams at me from my living room.

"My ass is firm and voluptuous!" I retort, rushing to clean my room and them pick out an outfit.

"I don't care what it is, as long as it's down here in the next five minutes!" Faye yells at me.

"Fine," I shout at her, "Ass," I mutter to myself, pulling out different clothes and trying to match them.

I grab a plain flowy white t-shirt, that is a little longer in the back than the front, and shove in over my head. Slipping on a blue and green plaid flannel shirt with the front left open, I grab my favorite black Obey hat. I put on my sun glasses, some jean shorts, and my black converse. I grab my back pack that has all my personal items, like toiletries, for the weekend, along with a duffel that has my clothes, and slinging that over my shoulder.

Rushing into the bathroom, I run some random brush through my wavy, yet always annoyingly tangled, hair. I look at my face, and put on a little concealer. No can be perfect, right?

Running out of my room, I bound down my steps to meet the impatient faces of my best friends.

"Finally," Faye complains, pulling her black hair up into a bun. She is basically the definition of perfect, when just last weekend I had to throw out another pair of shorts that I've out grown. Sometimes it's so hard to be around such awesomeness.

"Stop whining," I chastise.

"Stop being late," She retorts, crossing her arms.

"Stop being impatient," I mimic her position.

"Stop taking so long!" She narrows her eyes and steps forward.

"Stop being such a dips-"

"Girls girls, your both pretty," Holly jokes, stepping between up with her arms out stretched.

I think back to the episode of Futurama that I watched last night, and how funny it was when the Professor invented the 'What If' machine and Bender-

"Sky?" Someone calls, snapping me out of my day dream.

"Earth to Sky, come in Sky," Mason, my other friend, says, putting his hands over his mouth and making one of those walkie-talkie sounds.

"What?" I open my eyes wider and they adjust, to find Mason waving his hand wildly in my face. I grab his wrist and put his hand down. "I'm not blind, you idiot."

"Well you sure were acting like it," Mason mutters, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

"When are you guys leaving?" Robert, my final best friend that finishes up our gang, asks.

"Now!" Faye says, walking to the door and pulling it open, stalking to the car.

"Sheesh, what crawled up her ass and died?" I complain, hosting my duffel further up my shoulder and migrating towards the door.

"You took forever Sky," Mason explains, "She's also very impatient."

"Amen to that!" Robert says, fist bumping Mason.

"Whatever," I roll my eyes, "let's go Holly," I gesture to the door.

"Okay!" She chirps, and then walks out the door as well.

I turn and look at the boys, "Get out of my house, losers."

They trudge out of the house, and then over to their car to go back to Masons to hangout. I lock the door and head for the car, going in shot-gun.

"I still can't believe were not allowed to come with you guys..." Mason mutters, kicking a stone on his slow stumble to his car.

"We'll be back on Sunday night! Don't miss us too much!" Holly calls from the back, giggling. Mason glares and Robert waves before we both start the cars and head out my drive way. Faye turns our car left, while the boys go right. We wave at each other through the mirrors before neither of us can't see the other.

And our trip begins.

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All my life, I've wanted to go to New York City. I live in Rhode Island, in a puny little ghost town smack in the middle of nothing. The drive is around 3 hours, and currently we have driven around 2 and half, and I keep seeing the signs for New York City.

"I can't believe that we're going!" Holly squeals, beaming. She grabs onto the back on our chairs, and leans forward as to put herself into the conversation more.

"I know! This is so exciting!" Faye gushes. She may have seemed cold earlier, but when Faye gets excited, she turns into a true fan girl.

"Where do you guys want to go first? I want to see Central Park!" I say.

"Mall!"

"MOMA!"

"Mall!"

"MET!"

"Mall!"

"Brooklyn Bridge!"

"Ma-"

"We get that you want to go to the mall Holly!" I snap, glaring at her slightly.

She blushes and looks down, "I'm just happy," She twiddles her thumbs.

"Well, why don't we get situated in the hotel first. Then, Holly can go to the mall with me, and you can go to Central Park," Faye compromises, keeping her eyes on the road.

"That's perfect!" Holly cheers, smiling even more.

I'm seriously worried about her.

We arrive at the hotel at around 3:00, and then check in. I empty my backpack a little so that it only has my Nikon camera, sketchbook, wallet, pens, pencils, phone, and other accessories along with a change of clothes I always carry. Trust me, you don't even want to know the story behind that ritual.

"Alright, meet back here at 6?" Faye asks, glancing at us both.

"Great!" We chorus together.

I head of to Central Park, using my phones navigation. I arrive there and almost gasp at the beauty.

The sun is shining down on a rock in the middle of a gorgeous grass clearing, with flowers sprouting out here and there. There is a path, but you can also just go in the fields. Horse drawn carriages pass through here and there, and I can't help but take a picture.

The trees manipulate the sunlight to it's wishes, only granting it with a few entrances. There is a fiddler playing near two diverging paths, and a bench that sits perfectly to the side. There is another large rock though, father into the undergrowth and more in the natural vegetation.

I get down there and sit down. I begin sketching a beautiful looking flower in my sketchbook, when a shadow hovers over me. I look up into the most captivatingly gorgeous and mysterious eyes I have ever seen.

I get tingles just looking at him. When he opens his mouth to speak, I haven't prepared my body yet for his perfect smooth, deep voice. It stirs something inside of me. It awakens it.

And I don't know how, but with the simple word that he says next, I just know that my life with be altered forever.

"Mine."

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Sorry if you don't like it, this is my first try at a werewolf story.

- nerd