A Beautiful Storm

04

Watchful of my steps, I carefully tip-toed through the small puddles towards the bathroom door. As my hand reached out to the door knob, I quietly placed my ear against the hard wood.

It was silent on the other side, before it was soon replaced with yet another loud bang as the bedroom door slammed shut. I flinched a little too hard, causing my legs to slip, and do a little split.

I can't do splits.

So I fell. Again.

However, instead of the cold, wet floor I was expecting, I had a rather soft landing instead. Turning to my side, I saw a distinctly familiar pile of white fur beneath me. I guess in romance films, this would be the part where the girl falls in slow motion, and her prince charming magically appears next to her and catches her with those strong, bulky arms. Except there's no prince charming. No strong, bulky arms. Just an ordinary wet wolf. Ugh.

I quickly pulled my hand back when I realized I had it pressed against its face, revealing a rather disoriented grin. Whoops. Mumbling out a small apology, I pat its head before exiting the bathroom.

Walking through my bedroom, I paused to grab a plastic ruler from my desk. Ok, maybe not exactly the best weapon choice? But it was better than nothing.

Pushing the door open ever so carefully, I peeked my head out. My heart nearly (if not already) leaped off my chest, along with several other body organs as I came face-to-face with Nana.

"Holy mother of flying tacos!"

"Ah, my grandchild. There you are!" She said the same time I let out a string of censored curses.

Remember, no matter how scared, shocked, happy, or angry you are, NEVER curse in front of little kids and old people. Not the actual words at least, because that's just wrong. Holy shiZZLE MIZZLE is fine. Son of bitCOIN is fine too.

"Nana, you scared me! What're you doing here?"

"Are you seriously asking me what I'm doing at my own house?"

"No, I mean why'd you— wha- what did you barge in my room for?"

"Oh you know, just thought you needed your daily dose of NANA. And of course, to make sure my favorite grandchild is still alive and breathing. What happened to you? You look so—" her hand pointed towards my clothes, "—chaotic. More than usual."

Should I tell Nana about the wolf? She should be fine with it, right?

"I uh— slipped on the bathroom floor." Well that part's true.

She creased her brows.

"While walking?"

Nana won't tell anyone will she? She'll help me right?  "Well actually Nana, I'm sort of in a situation right now. There's this wol—uh, it's actually a long story. Where should I start? Hmm, ok so— "

From behind her, I caught sight of a large figure striding towards us. Mr.Colin?

Shoot! Abort mission! I repeat, abort mission!