One-Shots

Yours

[BoyxBoy]
[Werewolf AU]
[Angst]

I should've told him when I found out he was destined as my mate. Asked him out, confessed my feelings, anything. But he looked so happy with him. Everything was going fine. I could wait, I could bear the pain.

I didn't realize I was becoming distant. It just hurt so bad; I had to stop saying yes to every time he asked to hang out. Hearing him gush about his love reminded me of how I could never have that for myself. I became unavailable, and he got fed up.

My stupidity lost me both love and friendship. I could've had him in my life somehow, and I threw that out the window like the idiot I am.

Dropped out of school afterwards, there was no reason for me to be around humans anymore. Another stupid move cause now I never even get to see him. I just need to see him one more time. Hopefully his number hasn't changed.

"Hey, Cal, it's uh me..." Goddess, why did you have to make me like this? No wonder I lost him, I can't even talk to him. I should hang up, fuck.

"Owen? Why are you calling me?" His voice sounded exactly the same, soft yet husky. I could listen to him speak for hours and die a happy wolf.

"I just wanted one last sleepover."

"No. Definitely not. We aren't friends, remember?"

The taste of salt soon filled my mouth as I tried to find some words to say. Anything to break the silence. Something to cover the sound of sniffles.

"Please, just one more time, it's all I want. You...You didn't throw my stuff out, did you?"

A sigh from the other side tells me his annoyed. I should hang up. I shouldn't have called at all. I can't stop being stupid, can I?

"No, no, it's still in that drawer," he paused with the intention of adding something he didn't really want to add. "Fine, you can come over. But this is the only time I'm letting you come over."

The words 'thank you' left my mouth right before he hung up on me. The only time I've ever been this happy was when I found out Callum was supposed to be mine. His brown hair, so soft and short and perfect for me to run my fingers through. His small stature, adorable and seemingly crafted for me to hold close. I couldn't ask for the Goddess to pair me with anyone better.

Callum was perfect.

I didn't bother to bring anything with me, I just started the long walk towards his house. I've spent more nights there than my parents home. I just always wanted to be close to him, even before the faithful day that changed everything. I thought it would be for the better, but it turned out to be for the worse.

Hopefully, he doesn't hate me when he sees me. I don't look the same. I'm skinnier, probably less muscular too, uglier, and far from immaculate. The only that remained the same was my black hair and green eyes. Cal always liked my eyes, never told me why though. I thought they were no where near beautiful, nothing like his eyes are. I can't wait to see him again.

My legs moved faster on their own accord, probably my wolf hinting at the fact he was excited to see Callum again too. It was far too long before I found myself standing at his door, gently knocking it.

He look upset seeing me. Of course, he doesn't want me here. He never wanted to see me again. Why am I standing here? I'm so fucking selfish. Cal probably thinks I'm disgusting. He doesn't even know the kind of monster that I truly am.

"Come inside, Owen. You know where my room is," he told me as he opened the door even wider. There seemed to be a small bit of concern in the look he gave me, so maybe, just maybe he still cares. Or maybe I'm reading it all wrong and he just fucking hates me. As he should.

I walked into the familiar doorway, taking the equally familiar path upstairs to his bedroom. Everything looked exactly the same, except there were far more pictures of Cal and his boyfriend. Gone were the photos of me and him.

He walked past me and took a seat on his bed, gesturing to the floor. I sat down on the ground, crossing my legs like kindergarteners do. All I wanted to do was sit and stare for the rest of my life.

"Tell me why you're actually here, Owen. I thought I made it very clear where we stand."

It still hurt hearing him talk that way. I know it's all my fault he hates me now, but that didn't ease my pain. The answer wasn't one I even knew.

"I don't know, I just really really wanted to see you again."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I highly doubt that," he answered as he crossed his arms, voice seething with bitterness.

It wasn't hard to tell I wasn't wanted here. I quickly shuffled to my feet. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have called. I shouldn't have fallen in love.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shown up. This was a mistake."

"A mistake, huh? What's so bad about that makes this a mistake? That you had to stop hanging out with me?"

I stopped in my tracks and immediately turned to look at his beautiful face once more. "Bad? There could never be anything bad about you. You're perfect, Callum. But....You have a boyfriend and I'm in love with you. You were never mine, but I was always yours. I will always be yours."

The all too familiar taste of salt filled my mouth once again.

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Clarification:

Owen is a werewolf. Callum is a human. Callum also has a boyfriend, which stopped Owen from telling Callum he was his mate and dating him.

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I hope you guys enjoyed reading that angst. Tell me if you want a second part, and more importantly if that second part should have a happy ending.
Keep reading my dudes!

-LesRacoon