Transitioning Into The Unknown [Book 2]

So This Is Mystic Fall's Huh?

Notes:

Four pages were written on the bus, yay me.

I'm super sleepy at the moment. And I got to edit this chapter, and I don't wanna, but I'm here for it anyway.

ENJOY!

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Next-Day In The New Place...

"Hey, Peter, where's the coffee?" I ask somewhere upstairs. I know he can hear me, the sloth. I can hear grumbling and footsteps. Peter walks down the steps a minute later, carrying his laptop, and the coffee?

"Uh, what was it doing upstairs?" I ask as he sets it on the table. He just glares and sits. We haven't set anything up yet. I mean we arrived, uh let's see seven hours ago.

I slept most of the way, so after a quick nap, I was okay. Peter, on the other hand, got 5 hours for two days. I offered to drive, but he was stubborn. At this point, he's going to end up driving me to school. Oh god, I didn't even think about that. I should've brought my jeep, screw the consequences.

"Make coffee." Peter all but shoves the coffee in my hands.

"You still didn't answer my question, why was it upstairs?" I said as I turned to make coffee.

"Well, for some reason, someone thought that packing coffee with my things was a good idea."

I laughed, "Well, it wasn't me; you must really like the coffee dude." I told him, smiling. While the coffee was brewing, I turned on my new laptop.

It was really cool. It came with a pen. And it swivels. So cool. Peter said it was stupid, but I think he secretly wants one too. He just won't admit it.

Anyway, I was setting up the final touches of my school stuff. If everything goes to plan, I can start in two days max. Which, it's not like I'm excited because, eh school but my cousin goes to the one in town, and also I need some friends besides Peter.

Don't get me wrong, love the guy, but I'm getting quite restless with just my laptop and the one-person company. I'm a social butterfly, and I haven't spread my wings in a while.

I closed the laptop and questioned Peter,

"You awake enough to drive me to my cousins? You don't have to stay or anything just drop me off. Maybe do some shopping for the place? And then pick me up later?"

Peter glares but nods anyway saying,

"I'll stay, I'm not a shopper for food, that is all you." He gets up, moving to get a jacket and keys. I slipped on my sneakers and walked outside with him, locking the door.

We get in the car and head for my cousins. I haven't contacted him at all, mind you. I hope they remember me. I think I came over once when I was like 3.

But honestly, I don't remember shit from then. I thought of contacting my family ahead of time, but I thought the werewolf thing was a face to face conversation. And also, I didn't really know how to start this.

Like 'hey I'm your cousin you probably never met tell what's it like being a werewolf?' That would go over fantastic. And the worst problem would be if he wasn't a werewolf at all or not yet and I just dropped the supernatural cluster fuck on him, and then I think I run the fuck away in panic.

Yeah, that would be just great. I sigh out loud as Peter pulls up to the front steps of a giant ass house, more like estate, damn. Peter gets out; first, I nervously follow up to the front door and hesitatingly knock.