Run of The Mates

Sunlight, bright and gleaming, lights up the horizon and outlines the tall trees. Their silhouette can be seen for miles beyond the vast, dense forest. Creatures live, breathe, and thrive in the circle of life on the forest floor. Such natural beauty is what makes this place truly amazing.
 Standing still, firm, and lean as a statue in a clearing is a loner. A small body with small muscles and a slightly square jaw combined with a gorgeous oval shaped face. Medium plump black and blood red lips part as a sob escapes her throat. Sad gray eyes closed shut as a single tear falls and rolls down her pale cheeks. A small button nose flaring and relaxing as she begins to hyperventilate.
 How did it come to this? Everything seems to be dumping itself onto her, the weight of the world is just tumbling down and landing right on her shoulders.

 

No one should have to witness the murder of their parents let alone a teenager with the innocence of a two year old. Her own mother, father, and brother had just been rounded up and slaughtered like pigs in a butcher shop. Their blood sprayed and painted the cream colored walls of her house. No not her house, not anymore. How can it be when the only things she loved most dearly was ripped apart before her own eyes, forever scarring her last memories of her family? How could a moment like that, so joyous, take a turn for the worst so quickly?
One second she was sitting in the small comfy living room with her relatives and in the next, so unexpectedly, a couple of rouges barged in the house, grabbing her older brother by the throat and demanding he lead them to their alpha. When he denied them the privilege of speaking to him the one holding her brother pulled out a dagger that seemed to be from the medieval ages and began to slice down from his chest to his waistline. Her mother and father, the only two who had their senses acted immediately, attacking the man and knocking him to the floor, forcing him to lose his grip on the young boy. The two girls stared in horror at the scene that was unfolding before them.
Not knowing what to do she grabbed hold of her sister’s arm and tugged on it roughly but still she stared on in a daze. What three year old wouldn’t be confused, no idea as to what is going on, only comprehending that the family had guests who weren’t so polite. The poor young child watched only realizing that the new guys were meanies who hurt her brother and was currently wrestling on the floor with their father though in her eyes it looked like a rough game of tag yet no one was running.
The first attempt at getting little Liana to move did not work, she tugged on her again finally catching her attention. The young girl’s large brown eyes stared up at her. Now that she got her attention Aribella did not know what would be best, but she had to make a quick decision: either she could go help their parents so that they can take off and be in the clear or she could just take her baby sister right now and be miles, possibly even states away from those cruel men. This decision was heartbreaking, mind wrecking, and time consuming. If she didn’t act then there wouldn’t be a decision to make because they all could be dead by the time she made up her mind.
She knew what she had to do but the thought of it pained her deeply making her feel as though there was a weight on her chest that did not want to budge. The safety of Liana was the most important thing but how could she just leave and not try to save her parents? There was one thing left to think about; Aribella was only fifteen and while she was slowly gathering her inhuman strength she was no match for these ruthless men. She had to use her speed to get out of that house, town, just get away and watch over her sister.

 

The smell of fresh blooming flowers lingered in the air. The loner took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. On a dandelion a honeybee parked itself, doing its job in nature and pollinating it. Aribella stayed as silent as can be, trying to tune in on the sounds of a nearby creek that ran through the east side of the woods, on her left.
Another tear ran down the side of her face and she whipped at it angrily.
Keep it together, she told herself. You can’t go on like this. You have limits and you’ve reached them, it’s time to stop all of this nonsense and get over yourself; that was a year ago.
But she couldn’t convince herself that things have changed. She couldn’t jump up with a gleaming smile on her face and say that she’s over it, that it doesn’t hurt anymore because the truth is it did hurt and it hurt like hell. And sure she now she is practically an orphan who is out living a separate life from society in the woods with a bunch of strangers whom she calls family, but she is still a child in other’s eyes. A broken, helpless child who is just confused and still needs guidance to learn how to get along in life. But she was getting along just fine if you don’t count crying herself to sleep most nights because she is lost. At least she knows how to fend for herself, feed herself, and bathe herself because that’s all she needs, but in reality and in all honesty she doesn’t know a thing; therefore she doesn’t truly know how to survive especially now when she’s barely hanging on by a thread as long as her pinky finger.
Letting a long sigh interrupt the silence, she brushed her long brown hair behind her ear and stood up. Her beautiful smoky gray eyes searched the trees and her hand began to fidget with the hem of her Chelsea Grin band t-shirt. Her thighs rubbing together out of anxiousness. Knowing that she has to be back at the pack house by night fall, she huffed out of annoyance.

She didn’t want to leave this sanctuary, this field was her own personal happy place. Yes she cried every time she set foot into the clearing, but she also felt safer and calm and she could sometimes even smile at the nature that surrounds her. This was heaven.
With a deep breath she whipped under her eyes, trying not to mess up her rather large winged eyeliner and whipped her hands on her ripped black skinny jeans. Turning towards the south she began to walk, her heavily buckled combat boots digging into the wet earth, but she didn’t care. She kept on walking, heading into the woods, even though the pack house was a few miles away she decided to take her time.
Though she was on pack territory, the thought of those very same rouges who attacked her house once again flooded her memory and caused her to become a bit antsy. What if they were still out trying to follow her? Would they be on the packs territory? Would they track her scent? Will they kidnap her, crush her windpipe, and slit her throat so that no one can hear her screams?
Stop it all ready, she scolded herself.
Hearing a twig break a few feet away from her, she paused and searched the trees on the west side of the forest. Her large gray eyes squinted and she took on a defensive stance. Waiting patiently till the cause of the noise surfaced from hiding.
Another twig broke and grass rustled. Suddenly a small possum came from hiding and stared at her with curious eyes. It’s pink nose sniffing the air. She relaxed and took off running.
I really need to stop being so damn paranoid.
The trees a blur of vibrant greens and dark browns. The sun barely above, sinking below the belt of darkness as she counts down the miles she has left to go before its light no longer lit up the world.
Five… four… three… two… one, she went on as she entered the backyard of the house.
At least no one can say I didn’t try and make it on time, she thought, looking across the sky and seeing the beautiful haze of purple, pink, and orange clouds turning black while the sun went down for a nap.
Lifting her small nose she sniffed the air which seemed to be full of rather different fragrances. Most being peach, rain, and vanilla, but one in particular stood out the most, one that cannot be described. It seemed to be a mix of every mouthwatering scent there is.
“Where in the bloody hell have you been? Huh... Are you just going to stand there with your mouth hanging open or are you going to answer my question?” the familiar voice of Xavier, her fellow pack mate, interrupted her train of thought.
She ignored him and came back to her senses. Storming right past him, she made her way through the garden which was filled with violet dragon snaps, white lilies, yellow and blue roses, and a few sun flowers, and headed inside where everyone and their mom sat chit-chatting with the newcomers. Wait, newcomers? She looked around and noticed hundreds possibly thousands of unidentified faces.
Gulping loudly she lowered her head and let her long brown hair fall, creating a curtain, hoping to keep her face hidden while trying not to bump into anyone. Finally at the base of the stairs she placed one small foot on the bottom step.
“Caun, over here!” a voice shouted behind her.
Squeezing her eyes shut she froze instantly, trying helplessly not to be noticed, but to no avail they called to her again. Sighing she turned around to see who it was that had used her overly used nickname. In the east side of the house right in front of the grand doorway with French doors she spotted her friend Alex, John the Beta, Carter the Alpha, and many other people, most of them wearing scowls.
Taking a deep breath Aribella slowly walked to be by Alex’s side. Noticeably grabbing at her shirt out of nervousness, she rubbed her thighs together and scratched at the back of her right leg with her other foot all the while she stared at the marble floor and at the men’s shoes.

“Alphas Marcus, Tim, Jeremy, and Jonathan, this here is a rather shy Aribella Collins,” Alex’s voice boomed as he nudged her side gently.
She looked up at the powerful men but did not make eye contact; one reason being it’s a sign of respect, the other being she’s petrified right now.
“It’s splendid to meet you,” one of the men smiled and held out his hand.
Aribella flinched at the gesture causing him to frown slightly. However his smile didn’t disappear and he waited for her to grab his hand. Looking up at the tall man who towered over her easily, she gave him a weary smile and shook his large bear hand then quickly dropped it.
“You may speak Collins,” said her alpha, Carter, finally.
Hesitantly she looked at his nose and he nodded. Turning back to the man’s chest and slowly opening her mouth. She tried to form words but nothing came out except for a weird croaking sound, she quickly pressed her lips together.
“Ah... someone’s nervous,” a hardy laugh erupts from his lips as his smile grows steadily, easing her nerves enough for her to finally speak up.
“I-I a-apologize alpha…” damn it, she doesn’t know his name.
Well this is embarrassing, she thinks.
“Marcus is the name,” he throws in for her. He had large navy blue eyes, brown hair, a square jaw, and a strong pointy nose.
She blushes and says, “It’s a pleasure to meet you alpha Marcus sir.”
“The pleasure is all mine, thank you,” he says.
“Nice to meet you Ms. Collins, my name is Jeremy,” says one of them to her far left. He had dark green eyes, dirty blonde hair, a round face, a bold jawline, and a crooked long nose which had most likely been broken.
She nods, “It’s a privilege alpha Jeremy, thank you for having granted me the opportunity.”
“Anytime,” he grins then goes back to tightening his eyebrows, looking at an amazingly tall man who could easily be a replica of the Eiffel Tower.
“Tim,” is all the frowning guy said.
“Alpha Tim,” she bowed a bit seeing as he’s the type to demand respect without saying anything more. He grumbled in approval and nodded.
“Alpha Jonathan,” a cold, stern voice bounced off every wall.
She didn’t have to look up to see if he was giving her a death glare, she could feel it. A new wave of anxiety hit her like a tidal wave and she whimpered and coward away. A small chuckle made her lower her head.
“So Collins is it? Aren’t you the one who’s entire family was whipped out?” said Alpha Jonathan.
Though that question pained her she respectably stood her ground and corrected him.
“My sister and I escaped,” she said quietly.
He hummed a response and replied, “How unfortunate…?”
“Excuse me Alpha Jonathan, we must get things started, it’s almost eleven,” Alpha Carter interjected.
“Why must we start at eleven?” he asked kind of annoyed at the fact that things were not going as tradition.
“Today is Collins’s birthday and she will be turning sixteen, therefore we must get things on roll within the next thirty minutes so that she can shift in the traditional manner,” Carter explained.
“Well then, that certainly explains why you were in such a rush to finish our conversation,” Jonathan mumbles.
“Yes sir, I apologize for this, but this is really important as I am sure you know. Ms. Collins’s father was a Beta and her mother was mates to both the Beta and Alpha of our neighboring pack, Blue Moon, so long story short-“ Carter was cut off by Jonathan.
“She could be the Lupa Bella…” his eyes widened as he turned to look at her, surprise clearly written all over his face.
“Exactly sir, which is why we must get everyone gathered in the backyard including the Royals.”
At the sound of this all of the men stared at Alpha Carter and back at Aribella. They all, including Collins, stared in confusion and shock. The Royals were coming to the Carter pack house? This never happened before and everyone was sure it never would.
“Why that is preposterous! Such lies I do not appreciate,” shouted a suddenly angered Tim, catching everyone’s attention.
Marcus cleared his throat but it did nothing to calm him down. Now shaking with rage, he raised his hand and his canines became elongated and he took a threatening step forward.
Just as his hand came swinging down the door burst open and someone with lightning speed grabbed hold of Alpha Tim’s arm twisting it behind his back.
“Sir I apologize for this but I have orders,” said a mildly deep voice.
Looking up for once Aribella, in a daze, stared in surprise at the man in the royal blue, silver, and black formal jumpsuit. Who in the hell was this? She continued to watch until suddenly the same smell from outside wafted towards her nose. Then something extraordinary happened as they both began to sniff the air and slowly made eye contact.
One look and he dropped Alpha Tim, standing up in slow motion and grew tense just like her body. His glorious blonde hair, perfectly groomed eyebrows, full eyelashes and medium plump pink lips; his strong square jaw bulging as his teeth clenched tightly together, slightly misshapen nose, and bright blue eyes which roam her body and face until he looked up to meet hers again as one word escapes the silence of the world.
“Mate…” they both say in unison, pupils dilated.
He took a couple strides her way before she fell over and writhed in pain. Clutching her stomach and gasping for air. Closing her eyes and pulling her eyebrows tightly together as her mouth makes a rather large “o” shape.
“Mate!” the guy shouts, voice laced with worry and panic. “Mate!?”
“She’s shifting, hurry, help get her outside. Damn it, I knew we should have started already. Come on, she needs to be stripped and placed in the garden,” said Carter.
A growl reached his ears and he looked down at the new man.
“She is mine, no one is to see her body!” threatened the one in uniform.
Aribella began to scream out in pain as the sound of joints detaching and reattaching could easily be heard. Hands frantically hovered over her body, afraid he’ll harm her.
“She needs to be out in the garden in the next five minutes! We don’t have time to argue. If it’ll make you feel better I’ll even let you be the one to undress her,” Carter tells him.
“There is no way in hell that I’m going to let any of you see her in such a way,” he continues to shout.
Aribella, now curled into a fetal position, begins to shed endless tears. Voice becoming hoarse as she cries out in pain. Eyes still tightly shut.
“Damn it James, do what he s-“ another voice calls as a stocky, broad shouldered man in a formal red, black, and silver jumpsuit walks in.
She is feeling everything, every little sharp pain is coursing through her body as warmth, a blood boiling warmth, soon follows. To occupied in her current state to look up and see who the new guy was or why he stopped midsentence.
Suddenly a pair of strong arms and large hands enveloped her, though the feel comforted her it also made her aware of the tingling sensation that ran through her back and thighs as someone lifted her from the cold marble floor.

She is now fighting to keep conciseness but the fire in her back is too unbearable. So unbearable it’s starting to spread out from her spine to her arms, hands, legs, feet, and finally her head. She knows she cannot compete, her face now drenched with sweat and tears. And even though a sudden blast of cool air hits her almost as if she were trying to catch hold of the express train with her tongue, she cannot deny the fact that the sparks flying, the heat coursing, and the thousands of sharp needles spearing her skin is too much to handle.
So she gives in, letting the familiar shadows drown her, consume her until she is nothing. Letting it mold into a cluster of a bunch of nothing. Letting it spread out and wrap itself around her like a blanket to gather all the nothings it can and then she is only halfway asleep, stuck between torture and relief, but this… this is true torture.

Hours seemed to have passed before she fully woke up screaming, not just at the sight of her small and fragile naked body, not just at the sight of every single one of her pack members and the newbies watching her as she writhed in pain, or even at the sight of two male strangers grabbing at her body, concern lacing their faces; but at the feel of her entire spine separating itself and suddenly attaching themselves as her other joints do the same. Another minute of this and she couldn’t take anymore, instead of being hurt, she began to cry out of anger at how the process would not come to a stop. With all the rage that had built up inside of her, she jumped to her feet, nearly stumbling, and shivered.
In a short second, her body shuddered violently and her arms and legs twisted in the most awkward positions until she noticed that her line of sight was higher than usual. Shocked, she stood still, making sure not to make a move as her body was quickly healing from all the damage that was done. Using only her eyes, she looked down slightly a noticed something sticking out from her face. A rather small yet large snout came into view as did the sight of her fellow pack members clapping. Looking around her, her hearing slowly, but surely came back only this time stronger and more sensitive than before along with her eyesight and smell.
After she gained her newly heightened senses, she tilted her head to the side and listened to the very loud clapping, whistling, and cheering that made their way to her ears. Confused she whined… wait whined? Her eyes went wide as she frantically searched her body. Fur was everywhere, a long bushy white tail that ran its way up her long body and down to her small white paws. A wolfish grin grew on her face and she howled out a laugh of joy. She was now a matured werewolf. Finally she can make her parents proud. Finally she can make her little sister proud to call her by her full name. Finally she can figure out who her mate is. Mate…
She had forgotten all about him, the one who had stopped Alpha Tim from hitting Alpha Carter. The one with blonde hair and perfect plump pink lips. Her perfect mate…
“Ms. Collins, nice of you to have joined us,” the voice of her alpha caused for her to look over to her right, turning her body, she laid her head on the ground and pressed her ears tightly to her head and her tail made its way between her legs.
She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, but it seemed like the right thing to do, to submit to Alpha Carter, to show him respect, and to show him that she was no threat. She whimpered at the sight of him and the sound of it caused him to smirk widely.
“I would say we need to do the whole process of accepting you into the pack, but since you’re an addition to the Royal Pack there is no need to… I Alpha Carter of the Carter Pack accept you and take full responsibility for your actions no matter the cost. Ms. Aribella Collins, former member and daughter of Jonah Collins and Marsillela Moon, of the Blue Moon pack I hereby acknowledge and pronounce you Omega of this pack,” he said in all his riotous glory.

Suddenly she felt a bond form with him and his pack members. A strong bond that caused her to fall over and lose her balance. Since no one did anything to help her, not that she expected it, she figured it was all part of joining a pack.
“What!? That’s disgraceful, how dare you challenge our authority!? You sir are-are,” a medium deep voice yelled at the top of his lungs causing for everyone to shrink from the authority in his voice. His vibes sending deadly sharp knives and bullets through their bodies making them howl in submission.
“James, what is the meaning of this? You’re yelling so loud it’s causing my wolf to growl in annoyance,” a very deep voice grumbled. “Why don’t you put a deer in your ho-,“ yet again, this person stopped talking midsentence.
This time, everyone including Aribella, lowered their entire bodies to the ground and did not make a single move. Silence decided to make an appearance and shut everyone up. Then a growl and a husky voice sounded throughout the backyard.
“Mate,” said the one with the deep voice.
She did not look up fearing that if she did he would snap at her, possibly even kill her. Heavy footsteps sounded on the mildly wet earth and she could hear them getting closer. She backed away as far as she could until he growled.
“Shift… please?” his voice started out commanding and rough until he said the last word, then it was soft and apologetic.
She dared look at him and taking in his appearance she took notice of his black dress shoes that hid beneath a pair of long and somewhat baggy black dress pants which was finished by a large tuxedo and a perfectly tied bowtie. Then she looked at his well sculpted face which was tan. He had a rather strong square jawline, medium sized lips, perfectly placed cheekbones, a strong nose, and gorgeous almond shaped deep brown eyes which were accented by slicked back short dark brown hair.
Mate, she thought. My god you’re gorgeous, what I’d give to have the chance to touch your perfectly tan skin and run my fingers through your perfectly groomed hair…
She licked her fury lips at how amazingly handsome he was. Then he smiled widely, knowing what she was thinking. The twinkle in his beautiful eyes made her knees want to buckle and even more so when he opened his mouth and started talking, showing all his pearly whites.
“-ift for me or not?” was all she could make out once she slowly came back to reality.
Tilting her head to the side, she gave him a confused expression. He chuckled at the site and shook his head. Finally he began speaking again.
“Are you going to shift for me or not?” he laughed a bit.
“She doesn’t know how to,” said her alpha.
“What do you mean she doesn’t know how to, It’s not like this is the first time she’s ever transformed,” her mate said.
“I mean not argue King Matthew, but this is the she-wolf I thought you were informed about, the possible Lupa Bella,” he replied hoping understanding will spark to life within him.
King… K-King Matthew? The King Matthew? My mate is the king? What the f-, she was cut off by her mate’s deep voice.
“No, that-that can’t be… She’s not the Lupa de Bella, I… No! I will not stand for this, she is mine and only mi-,” he too was cut off by the guy whom they keep calling James.
“What!? She’s my mate!” he yelled at him.
It would have come as a surprise for any wolf to talk back to someone with a higher rank than them, and it would have been a death sentence if this were not the case. This time it was different, for one reason she is his mate and no one can deny that not even the king and it is not looked down upon if a werewolf is protecting his mate; and the second reason is she is the Lupa de Bella and that, same as her and James being mates, no one can deny. Therefore the king does not have the right to talk down upon him.
“No she is not, she is mine and no one else’s!” another voice called out as a man came and stood his ground in a protective stance in front of her, flashing his canines as a warning.
This was the other guy who had walked in on James and Alpha Carter arguing about who was going to undress her. But-but how can it be? How can she find three mates within one day? That was simply impossible… unless-.
“Well this has certainly taken a turn for the worst,” Alpha Carter decided to jump in. “She is mated to the three of you, but the thing is, we still have the Run of The Mates to continue and then we can see if she will be able to find the other two who seems to be missing at the moment.”
Right then a series of howls echoed through the cool night air and everyone stood alert.
“It’s time… all I can say is the fact that you guys need to work something out and be accepting because she is going to find two more and if you do not learn how to get along with each other then you will not only hurt yourselves, but you will also hurt her, possibly killing her from all the stress you will put her under,” Carter continued, looking each and every one of the three males in the eyes.
Then he tilted his head back and started howling. Everyone played follow the leader and did the same, even Aribella raised her small snout towards the full moon and let out a long cry. A wave of excitement flooded her veins and she turned back towards her mates. Finally allowing herself to be happy she wagged her tail wildly and with a very light step, began prancing and circling them and sniffed them from head to toe, nudged their sides and hands with her muzzle and took off into the forest with the others.

Moments later she decided to take a rest by a medium sized pond and dropped to the ground. Her head on her paws and her body flat on the ground. She slowed her breathing till all that could be heard was her slow and steady heartbeat and the sudden shift in wind direction.
She kept her eyes open and watched the many wild flowers and tall grass sway in the light breeze. A ladybug flew and landed right on her snout. Having tickled her, she twitched her nose and tried to get it to move, but nothing she did could knock the bug off her nose. Giving in, she let it stay and just watched it. In the distance another series of howls could be heard for miles and she soon realized it was her queue to go back to the pack house.
Standing tall she began to jog. She hadn’t found her other mates yet, but they will soon reveal themselves. She just brushed off all worry from her shoulders and continued trotting in the direction she had come from.
Making her way into the backyard, she noticed many different people from other packs were standing with their new mates. She silently congratulated them and found herself walking up to her room.
Once there she just sat on her bed and turned on the television set. Flipping through the channels she settled for L.A. Ink and was in the middle of the episode when a knock sounded on her door. Yelling for who ever it was to come in, they opened it and looked through the small crack they had made.
“Yeah?” she asked them.
“May I come in?” a familiar deep voice asked.
“Um… sure,” she replied, sitting up straight against her headboard.
The person who came in was shockingly yet not surprisingly her mate James. She became uncomfortable and waited for him to close the door. She turned her attention back on the t.v. and pulled the best calm face she could manage.
The sound of the door closing caused her to flinch. She wasn’t scared of how loud he closed it, but at what might happen. Deciding it’d be best to just go with the flow she didn’t say a word.
She could feel his presence in the room and it was getting closer. And even though things were quiet she was sure he could hear her heart racing a thousand beats per minute. He shifted on his feet and she looked over at him. He was now at her side and she couldn’t help but to admire his face. Everything about him was perfect, but at the same time it felt wrong. She doesn’t know anything about this man and neither does he, her, but for some strange reason she felt a pull towards him and with him staring at her so intensely she was sure her knees would buckle even though she’s sitting on her bed.
“I was just coming to see if you were okay,” he says, breaking the silence and making her realize that she was staring.
Shaking her head from the trance she was in she clears her throat and replies, “Um… yeah, I’m okay.”
“Well that’s good,” is all he says.
Once again the silence returned and it was turning into an awkward situation. She didn’t know what to say and neither did he. What do you say to a man you’ve never met before but feel as though you’ve been together for eternity?
“I’m not going to lie… I guess I just… I,” he tried to form words but nothing seemed to fit right. What should he say? He stopped trying to talk already knowing that she figured out what he was trying to say.
Embarrassment marked her cheeks and she nodded slightly. Turning to look at him she bit her lip as though saying it was hard enough without him staring at her that way. Finally she opened her mouth and began to speak.
“I know, I’ve missed you too,” she says, blushing harder when the words leave her lips.
She slowly looked up and noticed his rather large grin. His blue eyes alight with a joyful glow. She couldn’t help it any longer, a smile formed on her lips and a whimsical laugh escaped her throat.
“May I ask what your name is?” he asked her with that same shimmering sparkle in his beautiful eyes.
“Aribella, and yours?” she answered him with a cheeky grin.
“The name’s James,” he replied in a sing song voice.
“May I ask how old you are?”
“Twenty-seven,” is all he said.
Lucky me, I love older guys; she thought to herself.
“I’m sixteen,” she tells him before he can ask the same question.
“Interesting,” was all he said while watching her every move.
She began to get uncomfortable again under his gaze and started tugging at the hem of her shirt. Having sensed her uneasiness he looked away but asked another question.
“Who are they?” he asked pointing to her shirt.
She looked down and smiled again. Looking back up at him she said, “Oh you know, just my favorite rock band of all time, no big deal.”
“What are some of their songs? I might have heard a couple of them before,” he asked putting on a focused face.
“Um… Playing With Fire is a good one. Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is a very good one and one of my favorites. Uh… Oh, Clockwork is my favorite song of all songs,” she says watching his face scrunch up more and more. He obviously doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
“Nope, never heard of them. Do you have any other favorite bands?” he asks as he sits down on the bed next to her catching her off guard. She takes a minute to recollect her thoughts and actually speak.
“Um yeah, I like Suicide Silence, Slipknot, Avenged Sevenfold, um… let’s see; I like Issues, Three Doors Down, Three Days Grace, Green Day, and Falling In Reverse. I also like Arch Enemy,” she gives him the list of bands she likes.
“Three Doors Down I know. I like their song Here Without You,” he smiles at her, finally finding a band they both like.
“Really? I like Waking Up In London,” she says, also smiling at him with a goofy look on her face.
He chuckles at the sight and he shakes his head, “Never heard that one. How’s it go?”
She blushes at the thought of singing in front of him but soon decides she can just say the lyrics.
“I woke up today in London as the plane was touching down
And all I could think about was Monday
And maybe I’ll be back around…,” she stops to look at him. He nods his head indicating that he wanted her to continue.
“If this keeps me away much longer
I don’t know what I would do
-----------------------,” she stops talking, deciding that that was enough.
“That sounds pretty cool,” he says while looking at her. She blushes and doesn’t say anything.
Silence was about to make yet another appearance until someone else knocked on the door. Aribella shouted for them to come in as she had with James and the door opened widly. Two men were standing in the frame and giving death glares at the one on her bed.
“Hello, remember us from a couple of hours ago?” said the one with the deepest voice. Even though he was staring at James, his question was directed at Aribella. She nodded, hoping that he would see.
“Hi, my name is--,” said the one on the right side of the door frame. He smiled at her and moved passed the other guy.
“Aribella,” she gives him her name and move away from James after realizing just how close he actually is to her.
“Nice to meet you, I hope you had a splendid birthday party,” he says while making his way to stand before her but the other beat him to it.
“Um… I didn’t have one,” she gave a slight laugh so that the atmosphere wouldn’t seem so heavy when she said it.
He just stared at her with his eyebrows pulled tightly together.
“What do you mean you didn’t have a party? You’re sixteen, I mean even if you normally don’t celebrate your birthdays you should have at least gotten one this time because of your first shift,” the other who was in front of her said looking kind of pissed off.
“Don’t worry, I am celebrating,” she says and turns back to the t.v. then back at them.
“By watching television?” he asked.
“Yeah, I love L.A. Ink,” she gives him a half-smile.
“Oh, well forgive me for interrupting your party of the year,” – joked at her. She tightened her smile and looked away.
“So… I was wondering where we’re going to sleep because there’s no way in hell that I’m going to let anyone else take my spot on the bed next to you,” said King Matthew.

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Texte: Brookalina R.
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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 08.02.2016

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