She was silent as I sketched Alex. I could tell she was angry, but I didn't care. When I drew my wolf, my mind was with her, wherever she had gone. I liked to think she was happy, and as much as it hurt, I hoped she didn't think of me. I didn't want her to feel the pain I did. With a sigh, I put the finishing touches on the beautiful drawing and left it there as the bell rang. I knew that I could have just walked wherever I wanted to go, but I didn't feel like it, so when I saw Rose, I grinned and walked over.
"I don't have a ride, want to give me one?" I asked, my grin shrinking to a smirk. "I'm sorry about earlier."
And she told me to get in the back. Swinging myself into the bed of the truck, Rose continued to idle until two more girls got in, then we drove around, dropping one off befire she asked where I lived. A random address popped into my mind, and I instructed her on how to get there. I needed a break.
Sorry it's so short! I'm tight on time and as inspired as I was yesterday, I'm tired today.
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Nightmares of Beauty
Loup-garouThe sorta sequel to Rubinyan's 'Nightmares'. Because half those characters are mine and it hurts when she messed them up. And I really, like, really love correcting her. Even though she's like my best friend ever.
