I'm Not 'Strange' You're Just Way Too 'Normal'

Chapter 2; Ahah--Oh, you're SERIOUS.

Soon, I was driving home in my regular convertible. That's when I realized that tomorrow was Saturday. I whooped and arm-pumped in my car, while other drivers gave me funny looks. I didn't give a damn-- it was nearly SATURDAY. That made everything else rather insignificant.  

I didn't bother to eat dinner; I was probably too tense to eat anything anyway. I sometimes got like this; wound-up and tense, ready for anything, without much of a reason. But something always happened. It's like my body knew something that my mind didn't... A premonition.  

I dashed to my room, my bag hitting my side the entire time. The door made an odd creaking noise when I shoved it open, and I realized I had pushed a little /too/ hard, leaving a small dent where my shoulder had ran relitively lightly into it. Whoa. I needed to chill.  

I slumped against the door after I had closed it behind myself, tossing my bag aside. Immediatly, I ed something off. A slight tapping noise was relentlessly sounding itself, somewhere by my window. I crept over tentively, now more alert then ever.  

I peered outside, expecting a nearby treebranch or something to be snapping at my window. Boy, did I get a fright when I saw a face appear out of the shadows. A face I recognized. Chance.  

I nearly screamed, but stopped myself just in time. I opened the window warily, my lycan instincts telling me not to trust anyone at the moment.  

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded to know.  

"Evelyn...please...just...let...me...in," he said, sounding out of breath. With a sigh, I reached down with one hand, grabbed one of his warm hands, and pulled him up. With one hand. That's super-strength for ya. He scrambled breathlessly into my room. I noticed he was wearing nothing but black.  

"Now tell me, what the hell are you doing here?" I repeated my question.  

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Writer's block really, really, REALLY sucks.  

-Pyro  

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Baw. Sorry for taking so lonnngggg to update this piece o' crap xD  

Anyway...  

Here. :]  

-Pyro  

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"Eira...She's...In trouble..." He said, holding back as many gasps as he could. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he looked back at me. "I knew you'd be able to help...You're different. Well...I'm different too." He smiled sheepishly at me, a look on him I wasn't accustomed to.  

"Okay, what the hell?" I said, in spite of myself. Nobody, NOBODY knew who I was. Only mom did, and she's gone. My sister didn't know. My best friends didn't know. So how the hell did he find out, when I've only known him for, what, 4 days?  

"My sisters in trouble, okay? Just...help." He pleaded, looking at me with those wonderful grey eyes.  

"Fine. But you /so/ owe me. I can't believe you're asking a /girl/ for help." I laughed strangely. "Anyway, toodle-oo. You coming or what?" I decided to not think about what he had said. Just...push it away, you know? Plus I didn't need the distraction.  

"Uh...yeah, I'll go." He was looking at me funny, confused at why I had laughed. Probably hadn't expected that. I decided to turn interrogation on.  

"Where is she?" I asked pleasantly, after I had jumped out of my window. It was only two stories up, no harm done. I was startled to see Chance still up in my room, looking kind of scared.