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8

I'm back! This isn't a filler! Congratulate me for still being sick! Onto the story because you've been waiting for about a month.

     I had somehow managed to get 100,000 views within the first few moments of me posting the video of me singing Third Wheel. I was surprised nonetheless, but I quickly brushed it off. 'It is only 100k views, it won't be that popular' I thought to myself. 'But if it has 100k views within the first five minutes, the views could keep climbing!' I argued. 'No, the views don't matter. As long as the viewers like the content, it's fine.' I assured.
     "You look deep in thought" Aaron said. I jumped a little, letting out a tiny squeak. Well that was embarrassing. Aaron laughed a little, and I did that awkward laugh that happens when something really awkward happens. Yeah, that only made it more awkward.
     Aaron and I stood in silence, listening to the wind. "Er, would you like to go out for dinner tonight?" Aaron asked.
     "Sure, why not!" I exclaimed. It had been a while since Aaron and I hung out, just the two of us. Plus, free food!
     "So, I'll pick you up at seven?" Aaron asked.
     "Sure, sounds good" I said. "Wait, how did you even get in my house?" I asked.
     "Ehh, Garroth has his ways..." Aaron trailed off.
     "Garroth has his ways" I murmured, "Wait a minute. He broke the door?" I asked.
     "Sorry about that. Maybe Lucinda can fix it or something." Aaron said.
     "No, no, it's fine. I've been trying to get back into magicks again." I said.
     "You have magicks?" Aaron asked.
     "Yes, I do. It's rare phenomenon that can occur in werewolves. I believe that there are about four other werewolves that have it, five including me. I doubt they will last long though." I said.
     "Why wouldn't they last long?" Aaron asked.
     "W-well, some countries don't accept werewolves, and some don't accept magic users. They might be driven to suicide, or executed." I replied.
     "Thats horrible!" Aaron exclaimed.
     "It is, but the torture they put you through before the execution is worse." I shuddered.
      "It sounds like you've experienced it before" Aaron said. I tensed up a bit, before opening my mouth to reply.
     "It is pure torture. By the end, you will be begging for the execution. They burn their mark into you and perform experiments. Sometimes even abuse. I've never been free from abuse. I just want it to be over." I whimpered.
     "Oh (y/n), I'm so sorry" Aaron said.
     "It isn't your fault that people can't accept werewolves and magic users." I said, wiping my eyes. "Can we just act like nothing is wrong if anybody else asks about it." I asked. Aaron hesitantly nodded, as if he wanted to tell somebody.
     I ran my hand through my tail, flattening a few tufts of fur that had been sticking up. I waved goodbye to Aaron as he walked out the doorway. I glanced at the door laying on the ground, and a few if the pieces scattered around. I did my best to put the pieces where they should be. I quickly whipped up a potion, and splashed it onto the door. The door was fixed, and was back on its hinges. "Perfect" I muttered. I walked back upstairs to my room to choose an outfit.

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     I glanced at the mirror, and spun around. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a (f/c) T-shirt, and my (f/c) sneakers. I stepped outside, and was greeted with the familiar face of Aaron. "Well hello" I giggled.
     "Hello, are you ready for tonight?" Aaron asked.
     "Yes!" I squealed. "Er, I'm kind of hungry" I blushed. Aaron laughed, and grabbed my hand. He led me to his car, and opened the door for me. I nodded my head in thanks, and buckled my seatbelt. Aaron got in and buckled up, then drove off towards town. I tried to look at all the passing trees and buildings, but they were just a blur.
     Aaron and I sat down at the table, and began to look at the menu. I already had a pretty good idea of what I wanted, but it doesn't hurt to check.
     "Hello! May I take your order, or do you need a few more minutes?" A waitress asked.
     "I'm good," Aaron said, looking at me. I nodded my head, and set the menu down. 
     "I would like (f/food) and (f/drink) please" I said.
     "I'll have what she's having" Aaron said. The waitress wrote our order down, and walked off.
     "I can't believe it has been nine years since highschool!" I exclaimed.
     "I can't believe that we happened to see that concert and you were my favorite artist the whole time." Aaron rambled.
     "I'm still surprised you guys even listen to my music!" I laughed. Then, the waitress came over with our food and drinks. I thanked her before eating my delicious (f/food). It has been too long since I've had a good meal.