Blue Jay #Wattys2016

UNEXPECTED GUEST

“Why?” Andrew demanded. I was confused, I had no idea what he was talking about “Why do you want to kiss me so badly?” now I knew what he was talking about.

   “Well,” I started “we’re going to be in each other’s lives for a long time anyways, right? So maybe we should like, I don’t know… get it over with.” I think that’s at least a part of why I wanted to kiss him so bad. Another was he’s just so perfect and we both want one another, so why can’t I get a little lip action? It’s a slightly immature concept, but if anyone else were in my shoes, they’d want to make out with him too.

   “That’s not true.” he said. He seemed as though he was slightly hasting, though “We don’t need to be in each other’s lives.”

   Ouch, that hurt “Well… we might as well be. If I’m a meal, thingy, then I’ll be involved in something anyways. Why not be involved with you?”

   This was basically the kind of conversation’s we had in the car while we drove. We parked outside my house, the conversation we had on the way was just a lot of questions from me, and avoiding questions from him. Except for one;

   “Hey, Andrew,” I said turning away form the window to look at him as he drove “I still have just one more question to ask you.”

   He sighed and said “Ask away."

    I nodded.

   “At Marc’s house, I asked you how old you are.  You avoided the question. Why? And could you please tell me the truth.” I pleaded and read his body language. It said “Uncomfortable.”

   “I’m old… very old. Enough to make you never want to do anything with me-” he stopped talking and looked at me for a brief second. He chuckled unconsciously and continued “I’m roughly three-ten.”

   My eyes widened and my jaw nearly broke from my gasp “Three hundred and ten!? That’s not possible… I mean, how?” I stumbled through my words. 310!

   “See, that is why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you would be thoroughly repulsed.”  he said “My mother is about five hundred.” he added.

   “I’m not... thoroughly repulsed.” I began “I’ve just never met anyone who was around when Canada was made into a country.” I joked, he seemed to appreciate the humour. He gave away a cute little chuckle.

   He was as perfect in this moment as he was in every other moment I had been with him. Obviously, our first encounter doesn’t count.

   “So, then, it’s normal to be that old in your, I mean, our world” I said after awhile. I looked back out the window “Huh.”

   We hadn’t discussed much else during our trip back. We sat in front of my house in the blue bug.

   I stared towards Andrew “So, before I go inside, I think that we have one more thing to discuss.”

   He looked at me, his big black eyes staring me down “Sure, why not.”

   “How can the wolves read minds?” this was another conversation that we had on the way in, we established the why (safety & protection of their kind) we just hadn’t established the how.

   “Hmm” he thought for a moment “I don’t know… maybe it’s just some mutant side effect of their’s.” I guessed that meant that Blake’s mind reading was a werewolf thing. Apparently it’s almost completely unrelated to the mutant genes.

   We looked at each other for awhile more until I looked down at my hands “I should probably go inside… find something to wear for tomorrow-” my voice broke. Kyle’s funeral. I opened my door and walked up to my porch, Andrew followed me. We stood at the doorway, the sun was blinding me when I looked at him.