We Stand Together~ A MyStreet Aftermath AU (Discontinued)

Chapter 1- Home

POV: Garroth

Home. We're going home. But would it really feel the same?

Of course it wouldn't. Nothing would ever be the same.

I pull myself out of my thoughts as I hear someone call out to me. I spot Dante's bright blue hair drifting through the crowd towards us. He smiles when he finally makes it through the crowd. We gather our bags and follow him to his car.

"Ya know, we really missed you guys. It's been way too quiet on the street lately. And Laurence has been worried sick about you. He'll be so glad to see all of you."

-Timeskip-

"Dante, why are we stopping at this house?", Lucinda inquired. "Oh, I forgot to tell you! I moved out!"Wow. I did not expect that.

We collect our bags from the trunk and shuffle into the house.

"I'll call Laurence and get him to come over." A pang of worry strikes me. Laurence. It's been months since I talked to him. I know I should be excited to see him, but I'm more worried than anything. I'm worried he won't accept me. So much has changed in these last few months. For starters, I'm a werewolf now. Then you add the fact that I was seen as a criminal in the public eye for months and my name still isn't fully cleared. Plus, there's footage on the news of me not only killing GF officers, but attempting to kill my friends, too.

"Garroth! Can you hear me?!" Lucinda's voice slices through my thoughts. I lift my head and hum a response.

"Oh, thank Irene! We were really worried about you for a minute there. You started spacing out." Relief spread through the room, and everyone seemed to relax.

"Oh ... sorry."

"What's wrong?"

"What?! Nothing's wrong! Nothing at all!" Lucinda gives me a 'you really expect me to believe that?' look.

"Okay, fine. I-I'm scared. It's been so long since I've seen him, I just....... what if... what if he doesn't want to be around me anymore? I mean... I've killed people! I'm a-a murderer! And... I....I-" a small sob escapes my throat. Oh Irene, now I'm crying in front of my friends. Great job not worrying them, Garroth.

I sink onto the couch, my head in my hands. A pair of arms instantly wrap themselves around me.

"Garroth-kun, it's okay. Laurence-kun won't abandon you. He's too close to you to do that."

"Are you kidding? Laurence has been worried sick! The only time he ever goes out is to go to work or to buy groceries. He's a wreck!", Dante chimes in, "I'm going to call him. I'll get him to come over to the house and everything will be fine."

-Timeskip-

POV: Lucinda

The door creaks open and a messy head of ash brown hair peeked through. He slides into the house nervously and makes his way down the hallway and to the edge of the living room with hesitant steps. Dante waves at him from the edge of the room.

"Hey, what's going on? Why did you call me here? I-" Laurence's eyes widen as he enters the room fully, spotting us seated wherever there was an empty spot. He scans the room with teary eyes and his gaze lands on Garroth. He does a complete 180. His posture straightens up (well, let's face it, how straight can this boy really be?) and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He races forward, nearly tripping on my foot, and leaps on top of his (totally just platonic) best friend. They crash to the floor (ouch, that looks like it hurt) but don't seem fazed by it. Laurence is a sobbing mess and Garroth's tail is a blur. Cute. Kinda cheesy, but cute. And then they stay there, holding each other. And they stay there a bit more. Okay, that's it, I have places to be and things to do. I inhale deeply and clear my throat much louder than necessary. They immediately scrabble away from each other and I choke back a laugh. They help each other up and stand in very awkward silence. I hear someone behind me take a deep breath and turn to see Dante stealing glances at each of us.

"What happened?"

A/N: I'm sure I'll run out of ideas for this book fast, so feel free to leave some for me. If I don't need ideas, I'll save it for some other time. Remember, the main ships are Garrence, Zana, Travlyn, and Genemau