The Werewolf Lovers

Uh Oh

"Do you want to come in?" Andrew asks.

We were at Andrew's house. We had walked home from school. Seeing as neither of us liked the bus, or driving.

His house was huge. At least three stories high, 1,000 rooms, 100 bathrooms. Yes, it looked that big.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure."

He smiled and unlocked the door. We stepped inside and he sat his keys in a little bowl on a table beside the door.

"I'm home!" he called out to the mere silence. "And I brought a friend!"

The silence continues. As eerily quiet as it was, Andrew didn't seem bothered. When Andrew realized no one was going to answer him, he shrugged and showed me the way to the kitchen.

"You hungry?" he says grabbing an apple.

"No. Not really." I say, truthfully.

"Okay. Come on, I'll show you my room." he says, already on his way up the steps.

I nodded and followed. As we walked up the wooden steps, they creaked. This house seemed old and gross. But Andrew seemed as if he liked it.

When I stepped in, I felt as if I had stepped into, well, nothing.

His walls were white, white carpet, furniture, and bed.

It was uncomfortable. I hated the feeling.

"Why is it..?" I ask. There wasn't a word to describe his room.

When I imagined it, I had seen green walls, posters all over the walls, clothes everywhere, bed made(ish).

But no, it was boring, cold, definitely unlike my vision.

"Not like you pictured it, huh?" he says, taking a bite of the apple.

"Definitely." I say, looking around.

"Yeah, my parents like to be.. sophisticated." he says. "But, you wanna know a secret?"

"Sure." I say.

He grins and sets his apple on his bedside table.

I'm not sure what he's doing. He's going along the walls knocking. As if there's some kind of door on the other side. Some kind of secret passage. That's silly, that kind of thing only happens in the movies.

But then Andrew opens up a door you couldn't even see until you opened it.

"Woah! That's awesome!" I say.

He laughs and then walks through the little tunnel. It's so small we have to crawl through.

We get into a slightly larger room. Definitely more of what I pictured.

"Now this," he says motioning around the room, "is my room."

"It's cool. More of what I pictured." I say with a laugh.

"I thought it might." he says. He winks at me.

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"Thanks for walking me home Andrew. I really appreciate it." I say.

"No problem. It was getting dark." he says with his dashing smile.

"Yeah. Wouldn't want to get eaten by werewolfs!" I say jokingly.

He laughs this awkward laugh. "Heh heh, yeah." he says scratching his hand.

"Goodnight Andrew." I say. And I walk up the steps to my shabby, yellow peeling painted, fading red doored house.

"Goodnight." he says.