Upside Down

(26) Who Needs Normal?

Chapter 26

Oliver And Co. : Good :: Syrup : Sticky

The rest of Friday was really chill, especially at home. No one was really in the mood for a big dinner so we just ate whatever like sandwiches or cereal as we watched a couple of movies. First, I put in Oliver and Co. figuring Kriss would like it and did she ever. Through the whole thing her eyes were glued to screen, robotically eating chips from the bowl.

Not to mention, everyone had watched it with us. Mom and Dad sat on the loveseat while Evie, Kriss, and I sat on the couch, everyone slightly amused with the little black haired girl whose silver eyes were wide and glued to the screen.

But throughout the whole time my mind wandered and not to the nicest places. I kept thinking of where Kriss would stay and how would she survive and how I would be able to see her and if she would be treated right after this was over. But until what was over? What was going on right now? I didn't really know but I just knew this wasn't regular circumstances and that Kriss needed us right now. Was I right? Was I wrong?

When it came to the more scarier part of the movie, Kriss stuck herself to me, holding my arm and squinting at the screen and whimpering. I had soothed her, making sure she knew it was okay and that it was just a movie.

Whatever was happening, I hoped Kriss could stay with us after it was all over.

The next day was a bit more crazy.

So it was Saturday, and boy had the week gone by fast. Then again, we were snowed in a lot and unable to go to school but whatever right? The day started really lazy with no one getting up until late which consisted on early nine 'o' clock seeing as Evie didn't want anyone to sleep in anymore.

"Come on, I'm HUN-GIES," She whined so loudly that Kriss turned in her sleep with a slight frown on her face.

Kriss had been so amazing. Last night she had helped my mother make popcorn with the movie and helped me make sandwiches for both of us that were pretty darn good. Then after being curled up on the couch and the heart warming Oliver and Co., we all left to bed with Kriss following me.

"Kriss," I whispered to her, "You have to go in your bed."

She frowned at me, raising her big silvery eyes to mine with a plea.

And how could I say no to that face?

That's just it, you don't say no. This is why when I woke up Saturday morning (hearing Evie's constant moaning) I woke up to Kriss who was curled up next to me with her eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and mouth slightly open. She looked a lot more her age in her sleep. I guess it was hard to see her as a girl older than me when she acts more than a decade younger. Her hair was still frizzy but in that cute way that made it get all in her face.

I know I probably seem like a creeper for staring at her but ... she was so nice to look at, beautiful like a porcelain doll. When her eyes opened I had to catch my breath with her so close to me and being able to look into her silvery eyes.

"Hi," she whispered to

me lowly with a small sleepy smile slowing appearing on her face.

"Hi," I repeated like a dumbass then looked down at her clothes-my clothes actually that she had been borrowing. All the clothes she's been wearing have been borrowed and she needed some of her own. That's what we needed to do today, get her some real clothes that actually fit. "Hey, Kriss, do you want to-."

"Emerson! Kriss, rise and shine! If I can't sleep in due to your sister's hunger than neither can you!" I heard mom shout up the stairs and I groaned.

"Come on, Kriss." I tugged on her arm and she got out of the bed like me without question then latched

herself to my side. "Let's go eat breakfast."

She cheered as we ran down stairs and the delicious smell of pancakes and bacon wafted up towards us. Kriss shot like a bullet passed me cheering as she ran into the kitchen. I guess she was really hungry.

"Morning Kriss," My mother chirped as Kriss bounced over to her. "Would you like some pancakes?"

"What are pancakes?" Kriss asked curiously as she peered into the pan my mother was cooking with.

"They're cakes made in pans," My sister answered with a mouthful of bacon.

My mother chuckled and looked at Kriss. "Basically, yes, they are cakes made in pans. You add syrup to them if you want."

Kriss turned to me with her eyes glowing, "Are they good?"

"Fantastic," I answered honestly and she cheered for pancakes.

"So, Emerson, are you going to the pack gathering later on today?" My mother asked me while she flipped another pancake.

I shrugged. I honestly didn't know we had one today, some soon-to-be alpha I was. "Maybe, I was thinking of taking Kriss out to go shopping for clothes that fit her today. I might go if we have time. When does it start?"

"Around noon, you can come later if you want though. You know how long and crazy those gatherings can get." Mom and I chuckled. Werewolves are (not shockingly) parties animals and even the small pack gatherings we have in the forest will last FOR-EV-ER!

The gatherings were always fun with everyone coming into this clearing in the woods we had made into a park, a reserved park for only werewolves. There we would set up the picnic tables with watermelons and hotdogs and hamburgers and everything else you'd want at a gathering. Of course at the beginning everyone tries to keep it normal but we're werewolves.

Who needs normal?

Then after a little while it gets crazy like races, tricks in wolf form, and Dad sometimes juggles fire with his Beta. Pretty cool over all all long as you keep the fire away from Uncle Greg.

I looked over at Kriss to asked if she wanted to go but she was a little inable to answer with all that pancake stuffed into her mouth and syrup dripping down her face.

"Oh Kriss," I sighed, "what are we going to do with you?"