Talk About the Direct Approach...

Chapter Twenty: Way to go Rover

*Macy's POV*

I open the drawer and shove the last of my socks in. After getting all of them stuffed messily into the tiny compartment, I slide it shut.

Cayton finally convinced me into sharing a room, and despite the fact that the trip from my old room to my new room is a short one; I had a lot of stuff to move. I didn't realize how much clothing I actually had until I had to move it myself.

Cayton is off doing his Alpha duties, whatever that includes, and Tami and Hunter aren't here just yet. The house is eerily quiet, but it's relaxing at the same time. Although some part of me is a sappy wimp and is missing Cayton like crazy. It's like knowing that someone is your soul mate makes everything ten times more real, and suddenly my emotions are being intensified.

I can only imagine where that's going to lead me.

I fall back onto the bed, letting myself sink down into the thick comforter. My few moments of peace are interrupted by some shouting downstairs.

"Macy! Get down here, we're going out!" Tami yells.

"You get up here and dress me! I'm too lazy to move right now!" I shout back, cocooning myself inside the blankets and messing up the carefully made bed. Tami came in not too long after, and tried tearing me out of my cocoon, only succeeding in getting me tangled up in the mess.

"Way to go Rover!" I say, my voice muffled as I start smothering under the blankets. I hear her growl lightly—they didn't find my jokes as funny as I did. Except for Carter, he was the only one who could take a joke and dish it right back.

"Remember what I said about getting us too angry," Tami says threateningly, but there's a playful tone in her voice.

"Yea yea yea. Now help me out before I suffocate!" You would think it was rocket science at the amount of time it took to get me out of the bundled mess. Once I'm out, my hair flipped in odd angles and covering my face similar to the grudge, Tami helps me to my feet and flips my hair back.

"As I said before, get ready because we're going out." She starts shoving me towards the closet, leaving no room for discussion in typical Tami style.

"Where are we going?" I ask, pushing the closet door open before she slams me against it. I flick on the light and take a minute to admire my work. Well, sort of. Stereotype says that Cayton's side of the closet should be sloppy while mine is neat and perfect.

It's basically the opposite. Cayton has his clothes hung up in three different sections: dress shirts, regular shirts, and pants. All folded and hung neatly. His shoes are lined up perfectly underneath and a small chest towards the back contains things like sweatpants and basketball shorts.

My side? Unorganized, messy, and something that would probably make my mother's inner neat freak die in agony. I just threw my shoes on the floor, and my clothes followed no type of organization at all.

I find it funny, considering the state of Cayton's office. Which reminds me, I wonder if he ever got all those sticky notes cleaned up? I smile slightly as I think back to then. Good times, good times.

"Sound good?" Tami asks, piercing through my memory.

"Say what?"

"I said," she repeats slowly, "we can either head to Maysville to get some lunch, or we can stop in Creek Run." I stop for a second at the mention of my dad's town.

"Creek Run? Could we see my Dad?" She nods, as if she had already anticipated my question. I smile brightly, already bubbling with excitement. "Let's go there."

"Ok, I'll let Cayton know. You get dressed now!" she commands, shoving me further into the closet.

"Ok, bossy," I mumble.