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Bluebell Mini Brown

"I'm so fucking sick of Hicksville, U.S.A."

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a character in “Moonlight”, as played by desire99600

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"When shit hits the fan, you get left all alone, and it makes you bitter."



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| Full Name |
"Yes, my name is literally Blue Brown. I could kill my mother."
Bluebell Mini Brown

| Nickname |
"Litterally, you can call me anything but fucking Bluebell, please." Bluebell hates her name. She typically goes by Blue, which she likes a little better, though it's not a vast improvement. Her cousin calls her Bell, which she also tolerates. She also doesn't mind going by Mini, her middle name. As a joke though, a lot of people in town switch her middle and first name and call her Mini Blue, or Lil' Blue because she's so small and looks young. She's not the biggest fan ever of any of these nicknames, but there's not much she can do to a name like Bluebell, aside from change her name.

| Age |
"I swear on my life, I'm seventeen." Blue is seventeen years old, though, when she tells people they have a tendency not to believe her. She looks more around fourteen or fifteen, due to her small size and "angel face".

| Gender |
"Would you name your baby boy Bluebell?" Female

| Occupation |
"God, I can't wait to get out of this shithole." Blue is a waitress at the town's bar/grill. The barstaff know her and her family though, so they often let her bartend too when they're short-staffed.




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| Eyes |
"They're nothing special." Blue's eyes are, shocker, blue. Her mother jokingly calls them "Blue's baby blues". They're not a super vibrant or dark blue though. They're a little faded, more on the gray side, with green mixed in, making them a strange color. Depending on the lighting, they could appear blue, green, or gray, but typically, in the sunlight, they're blue. In her wolf form, her dark coat intensifies their light color, making them stand out fairly sharply.

| Hair |
"You've go two eyes. Look for yourself." Blue's hair is extremely long, golden blond. It's not white-blond, but had darker streaks of brown and gold in it that many girls envy. It's long and thick, and swings down to the middle of her back in large, loose waves, with a shorter layer near the top that frames her baby doll face. She loves her hair, but not because it's pretty. Because it's low maintenance. She rarely has to do anything with it and that works for her, because she isn't the type to spend hours on her appearance before going out.

| Skin Tone |
"You'd think, living in Alabama, I'd be fucking golden." Unfortunately, despite living in hot, sunny Alabama and spending ninety percent of her time outdoors, Blue is not very tanned. She's got fair skin. Not obscenely pale, for she does tan a little sometimes and has the lines to prove it, but she's certainly not as dark as some of Farswood's residents.

| Height & Weight |
"Yeah, I get it, I'm small." Blue is extremely little. Not only is she rather short, standing only about 5 feet, three inches, but she's also very petite. She's got a small frame, with very little chest, and only enough curve at her hips to keep her from looking like a twelve year old boy. Because of this and her round face, people often mistake her for being a lot younger than she really is, and give her nicknames like Little Blue.

| Distinct Markings |
"I love Tattoos."
Piercings
blue has her belly button pierced as well as three cartilage piercings on her right ear, and the standard lobe piercings, but that's it as far as body jewlery goes.
Tattoos
When it comes to tattoos, she doesn't have many, but only because she looks so young, no one will tattoo her. She does have two though. One, is a small tramp stamp of the silloutte of a running wolf. The other, is a Spinal tattoo of the moon cycle, the wolf, sitting at the very bottom. She loves tattoos, and wants more, but she doesn't have the money.
Scars
Blue has plenty of scars. Her most noticeable is one that starts at the webbing between her thumb and pointer finger on her left hand, and spirals it's way around her wrist and up her arm in a long spin to the elbow. It's thin, white, and faded now, but at one point it was fairly ugly. Another sits on the back of her neck, from getting hit over the head with a liquor bottle. A third scar sits low on her stomach, off to the left, almost right on her hip bone. This, she got when she was in the car with her father, who was driving drunk and hit a tree. Her fourth and final scar sits on the back of her left shoulder. It's small, but it's obvious what did it. A bullet.


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| Coat |
"You'll never see me coming." As a wolf, Blue's coat is the purest of black, no hint of other colors to be found, dark as the night. This dark color allows her to blend with the night and slip in and out of shadows with ease. She uses it to her advantage, and often lives in the darkness, for her stealth is one of her greatest assets, and her dark coat color only helps. It's shorter than that of most wolves, and, as such, instead of fluffy, it's slick, and shining, close to her body. Her tail is rather bushy though, and it is also the only part of her that is not pure black. Her tail's tip looks as though it's been dipped in paint, for the tip of her tail is snow white. Often, if you're looking for her in the dark, the only thing you can see of her is this white little tip swaying in the darkness.

| Build |
"Your biggest mistake would be to underestimate me." Blue, much like in human form, is probably the smallest wolf in her pack. Many look at her and think she's still a pup. Not an infant, but not fully grown for sure. She's extremely small, and her shorter, slicker coat does not help with this. She appears almost delicate, compared to the rest of her pack, especially the alphas, who are enormous. However, assuming she's weak because of this could be a fatal mistake on your part. She may be small, but she's a fighter. Because of her slim size and light weight, she's extremely quick, quicker than any of the other wolves in her pack. She's also got astonishing stamina, balance, and stealth. She's quick-footed, and dead silent. If she doesn't want you to hear her, you wont. If she doesn't want you to catch her, you wont. These attributes make her highly deadly. She doesn't look like much, but she moves with precision, grace, and balance, gliding rather than walking, stalking everywhere, constantly looking as though she's in stealth mode.

| Scars |
"Hunters are a bitch." As a wolf, Blue really only has two scars. The first, is the one that's around her wrist as a human. As a wolf, it's on her front paw, and she got this by accidentally getting caught in an old, rusty hunting trap. She nearly lost her leg, and had to pull it out of the teeth, which is why it spirals. The second, is the bullet wound on her shoulder, also from a hunter.




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| Likes |
"I like to be left the fuck alone."
♥ Art
♥ Cats, she admires their intelligence and independence
♥ Drinking
♥ Work
♥ Parties
♥ Cigarettes
♥ Sex
♥ Pick up trucks
♥ Art
♥ Old rock music
♥ Full moons
♥ The pack
♥ Her wolf side
♥ Breaking rules
♥ Swearing
♥ Tea
♥ Coffee
♥ Reading
♥ Fighting
♥ Being outside
♥ Hot weather
♥ Her cousin's house/her cousin
♥ Big cities
♥ Asking personal questions

| Dislikes |
"My dead beat parents, this town, the list is fucking endless."
✗ The color yellow
✗ Her mother
✗ Her Father
✗ Dogs, she thinks they're too stupid
✗ Being ordered around
✗ Farswood and all it's hicktown glory
✗ Pop or rap music
✗ The color pink
✗ Anything bubblegum flavored
✗ Being asked personal questions
✗ Most humans
✗ Being looked down on
✗ Stupid people
✗ Rules
✗ Being underestimated
✗ Being called little

| Fears |
"Fear is for pussys."
Heights ➛ Blue would never admit to any fear, but one of her greatest, is of heights and flying. She refuses to ever go on an airplane, and really hates heights. She'll swallow this and climb high if she has to, not wanting others to see her as weak, but she will avoid any situation involving heights at all costs.
Failure ➛ Blue os a huge perfectionist, and, though she doesn't act it, deep down, she's fiercely loyal to her pack. She fears failing in any sense of the word, whether it be failing a task at her job, or failing to make her pack proud.
Hunters ➛ Blue hasn't always had the best experiences with hunters, and several encounters nearly killed her and left scars on her body. It's hard to find a guy, or even a girl for that matter, in a southern town that doesn't hunt, but she does her best to avoid any that do.
Attachment ➛ Blue is terrible with commitment, and, as such, fears growing emotionally attached to people and even sometimes objects. She lives her life like she's got her bags packed, ready to take off in an instant.




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| Personality |
"Word of advice, I'm a fucking trainwreck." Blue is kind of a strange girl. Her whole life, she's been kind of on her own, doing her own thing, even before shit hit the fan and her family fell apart. As a little girl, she was sweet as can be, if not a little weird, and maybe a bit too stubborn.

She didn't like talking to people, and when she did, she'd ask the most personal questions, to which the only appropriate response would be to laugh nervously. She was obsessed with drawing, always carrying around a sketchbook, sketching out colorful cartoons of the world around her, and she never really talked unless spoken to, but she was always extremely smart, and the only kid in class who actually read the books the teachers assigned.

After her mother and father made a mess of things at age ten, things changed a little. She stopped looking at the world through rose colored glasses. Stopped drawing colorful cartoons. Farswood became her hell and it changed her. Now, she's stubborn as hell, swears a little too much, and refuses to do anything anyone tells her.

She's still a little isolated though. This, is not entirely of choice, for her family is seen as outcast in the town, and the people who do talk to her look down on her. She doesn't take it lying down, she protects herself, fighting anyone who dares say anything bad about her or her family wholeheartedly, whether it be physical or verbal, but that leads people to believe she's a bitch.

Because of this social isolation, Blue has learned to isolate her heart as well. She doesn't tell anyone anything she feels or thinks. Ever. She may be quiet, but she's tough as nails, and a real hellcat if provoked. As soon as you talk to her, you'll realized that the girl in the corner with the sweet face and petite build swears like a sailor and is highly suspicious of anyone who comes her way. She simply doesn't make attachments.

The magic of her, is that nothing about Blue ever really makes sense. She's a little weird, asking questions and saying things that come to her mind, no matter how off the wall or offensive they are. You never really know what's going to come out of her mouth or how she's going to react when you talk to her, making her extremely unpredictable. Some days, she'll sit quietly and do as she's told, other days, she's a wildfire. Nothing about her is ever really certain.

She likes strange things and beautiful things, and dreams big. She likes to read, and keeps a journal that is extremely messy, despite the fact that she tries to keep everything around her in pristine condition, being a perfectionist. Blue is very smart. So smart, she hates Farswood, not only because it's in the middle of nowhere, but because she believes she's destined for bigger things than the little hillbilly town. When you get to know her, she can be pretty good to talk to. She's loyal, above all else, to people who actually give a shit, but she really makes you earn it.




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| History |
"Baby, my life is a fucking mess." Blue's life has never really been "normal". As a child, things were never great, but they weren't rock-bottom either. Her mother, Lily, and her father, Travis never really got along too well. No one knew this of course, aside from Blue, but that was okay. Because they tried to keep most of their fighting away from her, and she knew they were in love because whenever she asked them how they met, they got all starry-eyed and tripped over each other to tell the story.

Her father worked long hours at the police station with Darla Jennings father. He was a decent cop, and a good enough father, save for when he was angry at her mother. Her mother, was a stay at home mom. The typical southern mama that cooked like an angel, cleaned, and wore pretty sundresses, but drank a little too much. She never really liked how much or how late her husband worked, and, more often than not, that was what they fought about, but she put up with it most of the time because it put food on the table. Their daughter, Blue, was a little strange, always drawing, and never really making any friends, but what can you expect from a girl named Bluebell? In short, life was a little stressful at times, but not unbearable.

When she was about ten years old was when shit hit the fan and her whole life went south. Her father started coming home later and later, until, some nights, he wasn't coming home at all and would be gone for days at a time. The fights between her parents got louder and louder, and they no longer bothered to hide them from Blue anymore. Something was horribly wrong. Her father was doing something that upset her mother.

It turned out not to be a something but someone. Blue's father was secretly sleeping with Darla Jennings's mother. Not only was he cheating in his marriage, but she was a human, forbidden ground to the werewolf pack members of Farswood. It wasn't long before her mother had all the proof she needed to build a case against her father, having caught them together, and things escalated quickly.

Darla's mother skipped town, and, the same night, so did Blue's mother. She caught the woman at a motel, several towns away from Farswood and, as a wolf, killed her out of anger and revenge. The pack was quick to find out, not only of her mother's murder, but of her father's scandal, and, seeing as fraternizing with a human or killing a human were the worst to offenses, both her mother and father were banished from the pack. Blue, however, was allowed to remain, seeing as she'd done nothing wrong.

After that, life went from mildly stressful, to downright impossible. Both parents were bitter about the banishment, and both turned to the same crutch. Alcohol. Due to his new addiction, her father was fired from the police force, and this only made him more intolerable and their situation that much more desperate, for now they had no source of income.

The family quickly became a sore on the face of Farswood, and they were pegged as pariah. No one takes them seriously, and everyone treats them coldly. Her mother and father are still married, but can't even sit in the same room with each other without fighting. Her mother's always gone, and her father is always bitter, sitting on the couch. They're so angry with themselves and each other, that they can't seem to pull themselves back together for Blue's sake, and often direct their anger towards her. If she wasn't the only one working in the household, bringing in the money, she probably wouldn't even exist.

Even the pack sometimes looks down on her, because of her parents and what they did, causing her to become pretty isolated, and to hate the entire town. In order to escape the hatred that follows her around everywhere, Blue volunteers for extremely long shifts at work, and spends days, sometimes weeks, at her cousin's house without going home. What she wants more than anything is to escape Farswood, but she'd terrified of leaving the pack. They're all she's ever known.




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New Perspective
Panic! At The Disco
I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win
There's a haze above my TV
That changes everything I see
And maybe if I continue watching
I'll lose the traits that worry me

Can we fast-forward till you go down on me?

Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
And I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here

Can we fast-forward till you go down on me?

Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time
We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine
And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines
But I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside

Can we fast-forward till you go down on me?

Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
and I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here

More to the point, I need to show
How much I can come and go
Other plans fell through
And put a heavy load on you
I know there's no more that need be said
When I'm inching through your bed
Take a look around instead and watch me go

Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
and I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here

It's not fair, just let me perfect it
Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive
'cause seeing clear would be a bad idea
Now catch me up on getting out of here
So catch me up I'm getting out of here

Can we fast-forward till you go down on me?
Can we fast-forward till you go down?

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Draw Your Swords
Angus & Julia Stone
See her come down, through the clouds
I feel like a fool
I aint got nothing left to give
Nothing to lose

So come on Love, draw your swords
Shoot me to the ground
You are mine, I am yours
Lets not fuck around

Cause you are, the only one
Cause you are, the only one

I see them snakes come through the ground
They choke me to the bone
They tie me to their wooden chair
Here are all my songs

So come on Love, draw your swords
Shoot me to the ground
You are mine, I am yours
Lets not fuck around

Cause you are, the only one
Cause you are, the only one

The only

Cause you are, the only one
Cause you are, the only one

The only one
The only one
The only one
The only one

So come on Love, draw your swords
Shoot me to the ground
You are mine, I am yours
Lets not fuck around

The only


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Bluebell Mini Brown's Story

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In her dream, Blue was hunting. As a small black wolf, she moved swiftly, silently through the black forest night. The air was warm, and her movements were as fluid as water and quick as lightning. The air was rich with the scent of her game, and she tracked it easily. Around her, shapes sifted in the darkness every so often with little to no sound, but Blue wasn't bothered by them, she knew the shapes well. They were members of her pack, all joined together under the full moon for a perfect hunt.

Blue couldn't see what they were hunting, but she knew it was a hunt from the way her heart was beating, her senses were open, and the air was rich with the trail of the pack's prey.

She kept trying to get a look, wanting to know what it was they were hunting and why the smell was so familiar, but she knew getting too close could be fatal to the hunt, so it wasn't until they were ready to back the creature into a corner that she got a good look at what, or rather who they were hunting. Instantly, she was horrified and stopped in her tracks, eyes on her prey as the others lunged, feral and hungry, at Darla Jennings. A human she'd befriended. What followed was confused and horrifying. Flashes of fangs and fur mixed with Darla's terrified eyes and screams.

Then the gunshot. One. Two. Three. One wolf was down next to her. Three others had taken off and a fourth was standing, shaking itself off after the shot, giving her a glance before bolting off into the trees. Blue, however, remained terrified and lingered a moment longer. Another shot. Right next to her ear. She flicked her head around, pulling herself out of her horrified trance and let her eyes land on her hunter. In the dark, she couldn't see much. Just his shape and the glow of his eyes as he raised the gun again.

Blue didn't need any more warning than that. She turned and took off into the dark, but, normally so agile, the sight if her friend had shaken her and she stumbled, giving the hunter just enough time to raise his gun again and- BAM -his shot buried itself deep in her shoulder.


Blue woke to someone nudging her shoulder repeatedly, and this, mixed with her dream, caused her to scream. Instantly, the room was filled with chaos. Her scream caused the two little girls in the room to also start screaming, and the third to start crying. Reacting faster than she'd ever see him move, her cousin, Trevor, ran from the kitchen where he was sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee in his hands, over to where she was sitting on the couch.

Blue stopped screaming and forced her breathing to slow as she realized where she was and watched as Trevor calmed his sisters down. She'd been crashing on his couch for the past three days, and his family always let her. His step mother loved cooking for her because she'd try anything, his little sisters loved to watch her draw, and his father was always trying to make up for the lack of a parent figure she had in her life, thinking, somehow, his sister's negligence was his fault.

Apparently, Holli, the littlest, had tried to wake her and she'd scared the crap out of her, and the two others where were sitting watching cartoons on the floor, when she'd sat bolt upright and started shrieking. "Sorry." She breathed, still a bit shaken, standing quickly, throwing her blanket off. She grabbed her little brown leather backpack and started shoving her things in it, popping her sunglasses on and throwing it over her shoulder.

"Wait, Bell, you okay? You don't have to go." Trevor said, reaching out, placing a hand on her shoulder and turning him to face her. She glanced down at the girls, who were suddenly, all three looking up at her expectantly.

"Leaving so soon Little Azul? Why don't you at least shower and eat first?" Trevor's step mother asked, coming in from the other room. Blue smiled at her. The woman was probably the only non-white hick in the entire town, and liked to make sure everyone was aware of her Spanish roots. She always called her Azul, Spanish for Blue, and she had to say, it was a vast improvement over her real name.

"I've been here for three days ma'am." Blue said, thick southern accent evident. "My momma's probably worried." She lied, and they all knew that was a lie. She could see it in their eyes, but shrugged and pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes. "Thanks though." She breathed, hoisting her bag higher in her shoulder and slipping out the door. The morning was cool, but she wasn't cold in her cut off shorts and crop top. It was never quite cool enough in Alabama to be cold. She walked slowly along the dirt road, lighting herself a cigarette and trying to shake off her dream as she brought it to her lips. The town, altogether was tiny, but the walk from her cousin's house to hers was long. Because her house was way in the deep woods. A little isolated from the town. Just like her family. Both parents were banished from the pack, and her entire family was pretty much a disgrace. Her mother, a slut, her father, an alcoholic, and herself, an unguided, on the fast-track to nowhere teen destined to end up just like her parents.

Blue sighed, kicking pebbles as she walked and eventually trading her cigarette for a cherry lollipop, unable to get the nightmare out of her head, wishing more than anything she could just hitch hike the hell out of town and be done with Hicksville forever, but terrified of what might happen to her if she left the pack. Her parents had gone crazy. Maybe she would too.

Eventually, she turned off the main road and started to follow the long dirt road that wound back into the woods. It used to go to a little group of houses, but those houses were abandoned now, hers being the last one to be inhabited. It was like living in a ghost town, you being the ghost. She hated it but it was either leave town or live there. Her parents were banished from the pack, and therefore, pack territory. They were allowed into town, for obvious reasons, but they weren't allowed to hunt in the forests surrounding it. The little cluster of houses was technically still in their territory, but it was so forlorn, it was a little nook of their land they knew they'd never use, so that's where they got stuck.

Finally, she reached her house and sighed, standing in the drive, looking up at it from next to her father's old beater of a pick-up. Her father was sitting on the porch, beer in one hand, smoke in another and she sighed again, making her way up to the house. "It's early in the morning daddy, drinking already?" She spat, as she passed him, pulling open the squeaky screen door, but he grabbed her arm just above the elbow to stop her.

"Where the fuck have you been Blue?" He spat, pulling his cigarette away from his lips and blowing a cloud of smoke in her face. "Your mother's gone n' run off on me again, you up n' disappear, whatdoya want me to do?" He asked, looking pissed and she rolled her eyes and pulled her arm from his grip, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out half the money she'd made working for the week, tossing it down in his lap.

"Leave me alone." She hissed, before slipping inside.

She didn't want to be there long. She wanted out of there again as fast as possible, so she grabbed some clothes and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Blue reached over and ran a bath before pulling her clothes off. In the mirror, she sighed and glared at herself, turning a little so she could see the bullet scar on the back of her shoulder where a hunter'd shot her. The hunter from her nightmare. She ran her thumb over the little mark, and his eyes flashed across her vision like a shock, causing her to take a step back from the mirror and move to the tub instead.

She sat on it's edge, tracing the scar that spiraled around her wrist and up her arm while she waited for it to fill before finally sliding in. Outside, she could hear screaming and knew her mother had finally stumbled home. Her suspicions were proved right when her mother tripped into the bathroom and fell in front of the toilet, throwing up violently into it. The side of her face was bright pink, like her father had hit her, and Blue reached up and pulled a towel down from the towel rack, handing it to her. She looked at her, realizing she was there, and she could tell she was horribly hung over from wherever she'd been. She hated her parents, but part of her felt sorry for them. They were a lot like her. Stuck in a place they hated, surrounded by people they hated and who hated them back, unloved by people who should love them, and horribly bitter about it.

Her mother wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet before standing weakly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head, and leaving the room.

After that, Blue dressed quickly, throwing her work uniform, a pale blue dress, into her backpack, along with a few other things like her sketchpad, a book, her journals, some colored pencils, and a light jean jacket. She threw on an old shirt of her father's that she'd cut to fit her like a crop top, and that had an ad for Absolut Vodka on it, a pair of shorts, and some flip-flops before putting her sunglasses back on, opening another cherry lollipop and making her way back down the roan, not totally sure where she was going, but figuring she'd find some quite place to hang out until her work shift started and she could spend the rest of the day there.




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Trevor hated waking up early, but he always did. It was a process, and he had to set himself multiple alarms, just to get himself to open his eyes, but he always felt better when he woke before the sun was up, and got things done instead of sleeping in. He woke, like he did a lot of mornings, to the shrieking sound of his alarm, and sat up quickly. He wasn't in bed though. He was actually at work. He helped his father run a shop fixing cars and trucks in town, and often, he liked to stay late, doing paperwork his father hated doing and left aside all the time, causing him to fall asleep at work more than he'd like to admit.

He was prepared for it though, and always kept the alarm on the desk clock set to wake him in case he did happen to fall asleep, knowing that if he didn't, he'd sleep right through the day. Trevor sighed and turned off the alarm, leaning back in the desk chair and running his hands down his face with a tired groan, trying to wake himself up.

The day before had been tiring so it was no surprise he'd fallen asleep. He'd had Blue on his trail. Not that he didn't enjoy her company, he loved having her around, but she didn't really have any friends, so when she came to stay with him for a while, she stuck to him like glue. She'd followed him around the shop all day, talking to him non-stop while he worked and she sat, drawing away, and he liked seeing her like that, because she seemed content, and she didn't get that often so he hadn't had the heart to stop her.

Eventually, the sun had gone down and most of the others had gone home, including his father, but Blue had stayed, sitting on the opposite side of the desk, feet kicked up, book in her lap, reading and quietly keeping him company while he did some paperwork, payed some of the shops bills, boring shit like that.

At some point, he wasn't totally sure when, she'd left silently as ever, probably to go to work, and the next thing he knew it was three in the morning and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

And now there he was. Trevor sighed and tossed some papers in the trash, standing and heading over to make himself a cup of coffee in the coffee maker his father kept in his office, pouring it in a to-go mug before looking around once more and heading outside. He hopped in his truck and started the engine, taking one last long drink of his coffee before heading home.

The sun hadn't even come up yet by the time he got home, meaning no one was awake. Blue was passed out on the couch, blanket thrown over her that his step-mother had no doubt put there, holding a journal against her chest, and one of the twins was curled up in her side, coloring book still lying open across her lap. He chuckled. His cousin pretended to be as cold-hearted as a rock, but she loved his sisters just about as much as he did, and was always giving them coloring and drawing lessons when no one was looking.

He walked over and pulled the journal away from Blue, closing it and setting it on the floor next to her bag, leaning down to give her a kiss on the forehead before reaching over her and scooping up his little sister, Marcie and carrying her back to the room she shared with her twin, Macy, putting her to bed before heading into the kitchen to make himself more coffee.

It wasn't long before the sun was up and the others started waking up. His father was first, as always, coming into the kitchen for his own cup of coffee and sitting next to him at the kitchen counter with the morning paper. Holli, the youngest, was next, walking into the room, dragging her teddy behind her, followed shortly by Macy and Marcie, who both begged him to put on cartoons.

He turned them on for them, and smirked as they sat, entranced by the bright colors and animated characters for a while, before Blue woke up with a sudden scream and he had to calm her down.

His step-mother, Carmen, usually slept really late, but the scream must have woken her because she came into the room just as Blue was packing up to leave and begged her to stay. She ended up leaving though, despite both him and Carmen protesting and his sighed and glanced at his sisters, still watching TV now that the screaming was over, before glancing at Carmen and his father, now sitting and reading together.

"I'm going to go for a run." He said simply and Carmen looked up and nodded, telling him in her thick Spanish accent to be home for breakfast in an hour or so and he nodded and slipped out of the room to change into something more suited for running in Alabama's hot sun than the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing before slipping outside in the bright morning and making his way down the street.


OOC: Lol, so Blue's is SUPER long, sorry about that!


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On a Friday night, you could find Darla at the hottest parties in Farswood. There was nothing better to do on the weekends then to get high and drunk. But, you only ever saw the popular kids there. Darla had spent the entirety with Farswood high school’s football star. Austen Rhodes they’d never been official, but they hooked up enough to make them seem like they were dating. Austen kept handing her drink after drink, until she’d lost count and ended up sleeping with him. She glanced to the clock, the red digital numbers reading 4:00 am. She jumped up quickly, slipping her clothes back on.

“Where the hell are you goin’?” Austen asked sitting up and slipping his jeans back on, walking over to her side of the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her hard. She shoved him away picking up her shirt from the ground and tugging it over her head, pulling her long brown hair out from the collar. “That right there, is exactly why you ain’t my girlfriend.” He said lighting himself a cigarette.

DJ rolled her eyes grabbing the cigarette from his fingertips and pressing it to her lips. “No sweetheart, I ain’t your girlfriend, because I could do a whole hell of a lot better.” She smirked, handing the cigarette back to him. “See you Monday Rhodes.” She said slipping out of the bedroom as she adjusted her skin tight short leather skirt.

She pushed past the teenagers who were still partying, she could hear Austen calling after her but she didn’t stop as she slipped out of the house, feeling like shit for once again letting Austen take advantage of her but she pushed the thought from her mind as her eyes fell on the sober red head sitting on the porches railing alone. Her best friend Mabelle was the sweetest, most innocent girl she’d ever meet and she wasn’t entirely sure why the two of them were friends or how Mabelle was even popular, but they complemented each other and Mabelle was the only person who’d stuck by her side through thick and thin when he life had fallen apart.

“May, you ready to get out of here?” she smiled to her friend and watched as she jumped off down from where she was sitting ad linked arms with her looking up at her with a soft smile.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She laughed as the two headed out to Mabelle’s car. The drive was long only because the Jenning’s ranch was on the outskirts of town. The two drove in silence as Darla tried to keep from falling asleep. Once they got to the driveway, the car came to a stop and Dee glanced to her friend.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay the night?” she asked and May simple shook her head, her parents were extremely strict and she’d be lucky to if she didn’t get in trouble for staying out so late. “Alright.” She said leaning over and kissing May’s cheek. “Thanks for the ride.” She smiled stepping out of the car.

The drive way was long and Darla had way too much time to beat herself up about what had happened at the party. Come Monday, there was no telling what awful rumor Austen would have started about her, he was good for making her look like a total whore. She walked around the back of her house because she knew her father would be awake and she’d be in deep shit coming home this late. She went straight to her window only she’d forgot to leave it open so she went straight to Liam’s window and tapped on it, a second later he was at the window. He always waited up for her, it had almost become a tradition.

“Where the hell have you been?” he whisper yelled and she rolled her eyes as she climbed through the window, head pounding and still fairly drunk. “Because of you, I had to lie to your father.” He spat in his faded British accent.

“Can it, my head is killing me and you’re not helpin it.” She sighed. “I was with Austen and Mabelle.” She smirked. “At a party.” She shrugged.

“That guy’s nothing but trouble Dee.” Liam sighed as she headed towards the door, she wasn’t in the mood to be lectured by him, not now anyways.

“Whatever Will, thanks for waiting up.” She spat sarcastically slipping out of his bedroom and heading down the hall towards hers. She opened the door only to be greeted by both her dogs. She slipped out of her cloths leaving her in her bar and underwear as she climbed into her bed exhausted. Lucy laid at her feet, while Maverick laid on the floor next to the bed. It took less the a second for her to fall asleep, exhausted from the night.



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Liam had spent the night hunting, it was easy to slip out of the house after everyone was fast asleep. If Mr. Jennings or his sister, Lottie found out what he was doing he could guarantee they’d both be extremely unhappy. Darla however wasn’t home and she knew he was a hunter, simply because he’d been the one to save her from the wolves. He’d had no luck and he’d started heading back, climbing through his bedroom window and taking a quick shower, exhausted from being out all night.

There was a tap on his window and he rolled his eyes already knowing who it was. He opened the window and tried lecturing Darla, but she’d only ignored him and left. He climbed into bed passing out instantly. Only he wasn’t asleep long before he heard his bedroom door open and his sister and her dog were gently waking him.

"Billyyyy. It's time to wake up!" his sister’s voice woke him, but he kept his eyes closed groaning miserably as if he had a hangover, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Now, I have to check on the animals at the clinic and i'll probably take Bear with me since it's not like he'll let me go along." he listened, too exhausted to comment back. "And I think you have some horses to feed. I'll be back soon, and i'll come see you when I go to give Starling her carrots." he nodded letting her know he was listening.

She rested her cheek on his chest and he lazily rested a hand on her back. They were close, he had practically been her father when they were younger. When he’d been kicked out it nearly killed him and when he’d seen her again it was incredibly to know she was alive, let alone safe, because he’d been worried she’d been dead or something had happened because he hadn’t been around to protect her from the wolves or her parents. Although it was slightly hard to deal with Darla’s jealousy and Lottie, the two of them both meant a lot to him, but they didn’t get along, but that was mostly because Darla wasn’t fond of sharing anything.

"I really missed you, big brother. Love you, Billy." he could hear the grin in her voice and a second later he heard his door close and he was alone again, he let out an exhausted sigh.

“Love you too kid.” He mumbled like she was still in the room. He laid there for a while longer trying his hardest to fall back asleep, but when he couldn’t he sat up and got dressed for the day. Slipping on his jeans and a plain white shirt as he headed into the kitchen, Mr. Jennings was already dressed in his uniform, reading the newspaper sipping his coffee, like he as every morning. “Morning Mr. J.” Liam smirked pouring himself a cup of coffee, joining Beau at the table.

“There was an attack last night.” Darla’s dad, sighed laying the newspaper down, pretty brutal, I’m head out in a minuet to check it out.” Liam tried to keep the shocked look off his face, attack? But, he’d been hunting all night. He thought to himself confused. “Old man Rylie, it’s a shame, he was a good man.” Beau continued letting him know who’d been attack, standing up. “You think you can handle the ranch today?” he asked and Liam nodded taking a sip of his coffee. Mr. Jennings normally had Saturday’s off and in return gave Liam Saturday’s off.

“You got it, tell Mrs. Rylie I’m sorry for her loss.” He said sighed pissed at himself for having let that happen. Mr. Jennings’s gave Liam a simple tip of his cowboy hat as he grabbed his key’s and head out leaving Liam alone only he wasn’t alone long.

“Hey! Did daddy just leave?” Annabelle’s voice came from behind him, Liam nodded turning to look at the younger Jennings’s who resemble her sister. “Damn.” She breathed “Well in that case you mind helpin me saddle up Dream?” she said wicked smirk on her lips that matched Darla’s almost perfectly.

Liam raised a brow. “Dream…catcher? Darla’s Dream?” he asked watching Anna nod. “Alright, but don’t come cryin to me when Darla kicks your ass.” He laughed heading outside with Annabelle.




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Blue walked for a while, along the empty dirt road, thinking about her dream. It was a dream she had often, so it shouldn't shake her so badly, but this time it had. Because she could remember hardly anything about that night aside from being on a hunt with her pack, the hunter's eyes, and the bullet that had ended up lodged in her shoulder. The rest of it was fuzzy. Something some fancy psychologist might call selective memory, blocking out the bad parts to avoid dealing with them. For the weeks following the shot, Blue had read everything she could get her hands on on the subject and that was the best answer she'd come up with as to why the night was such a blur.

She could remember hunting. But she couldn't remember what they'd been hunting. She'd had the dream a hundred times and always experienced the same things. The night forest, the familiar scent on the air she couldn't quite place, the shapes gliding along with her, the attacking wolves, and then the hunter's eyes and the pain of his shot. She'd never once seen the prey. Not until the night before at least and it worried her.

Because she knew Darla had been attacked by wolves at one point, and she knew what they were like on the full moon, wildly untamable due to the fact that they suppress their changing, saving it for single night a month, prone to hunting down people in their human lives that mean things to them. What she didn't know was if there was any truth to the dream. And why she would suddenly remember it.

Darla was an old friend of hers. Emphasis on was. Not that they didn't get along anymore or they hated each other, they just hadn't talked in ages. Because of a hundred reasons. For one, Darla was a human and she was a wolf so really close friendships like theirs had been was a taboo anyway. Also, because Darla was vastly popular, with all the right friends while Blue was typically thought of as trashy. Not that she didn't go to parties or sleep around, she did, but with her, when she did those things, vicious rumors often spread about her whereas Darla was literally at the top of the social ladder and protected by the kind of bullshit Blue often got.

Aside from those obvious reasons that they didn't talk though were the deeper scars in their friendship. All the shit that had happened between their two families had caused a rift between them. A rift that Blue had helped widened by trying to avoid Darla at all costs, because of the fact that she knew something horrible that Darla did not. She knew that Darla's mother hadn't just run out on her. She'd been killed. By her own mother. But Blue could never bring herself to tell Darla that. Not only because it would hurt her, but because she'd probably hate her and Blue's tiny list of important people would decrease by one, leaving a huge dent in it. Besides, Darla's father was a very successful police officer and already had plenty of reason to hate her family. Telling Darla could get her mother locked away forever, or worse, seeing as she's a wolf, killed.

Blue hadn't talked to Darla in ages. They'd seen each other, when she worked in her mother's restaurant, but they hadn't had a real conversation. Blue had been too busy avoiding her.

The sound of wheels on the road next to her pulled her from her thoughts and she glanced over to see a familiar pick-up, driving alongside her slowly, keeping her speed. The man behind the wheel rolled down the window on her side and she rolled her eyes. "Hey there Baby Blue." He smirked at her, alternating between looking at her and the road ahead. "Need a lift?"

"Not from you Skip." Blue said and continued to walk. She didn't really know his real name, but everyone called him Skip because he had a tendency to skip town. He always came back, because no one every really got out of Farswood, once you were there, you were stuck, but he was leaving so often, it was probably the closest the town had to a real runaway. Skip was a heart throb. Out of high school and older than her by six years at 23 years old, and incredibly hot. All the girls in town found him attractive because he was the very definition of a cowboy. Right down to the hat and boots. He wasn't very smart, but he was a real smooth talker.

"Come on honey, you'd rather walk in this sun?" He said with a charming grin, like he was just offering her a ride, but she knew what he wanted. For some damned reason, he liked her when rarely anyone else did. Guys liked her, sure, but only because they thought of her as easy. Not for any other reason. Skip seemed to like something about her, but she wasn't sure what it was, she just knew there had to be a reason he kept chasing after her. Because she'd never seen him go back to the same girl twice.

"Skip," She stopped and faced him and he stopped his truck, like he was expecting her to get in. Blue smirked and placed her hands on the open window, leaning in a little toward him, pulling her lollipop from her mouth. "I wouldn't get in this rust bucket on wheels if you paid me baby."

With that, she started walking again. "Aw, come on sweetheart, it's just a ride." He pleaded, continuing to roll next to her and she scoffed.

"No it ain't. I know what happens if I hop up there." She grinned wickedly as she walked.

"And what's that?" He asked like he didn't already know.

"We'll end up back at your place." She smirked and glanced at him

"Come on, is that so bad?" He laughed cockily. "You had fun last time."

"Yeah, it is when you've got places to be." She lied. She didn't have anywhere to go and they both knew that. She spent her days out in the hot sun, sitting at the park drawing or reading in the woods, or writing in her journal on a bench by the side of the road. Anything to get out of her house and kill time until work.

"Alright you little liar, I'll let you go this time." He smirked and stopped the car again and she stopped walking as he slid across the bench seat of the truck and reached out the window, grabbing her hair and pulling her towards the truck. Blue smirked and went willingly, pulling herself up on her toes a little since she was short as he kissed her before releasing her. "Be good Blue. See ya next time baby." He laughed as he pulled away and before she knew it he was gone.

Blue sighed and watched him go before making her way deeper into the little town, thinking about possibly heading to Darla's, but knowing the girl would probably die of shock to see her on her doorstep, she made a turn instead, heading towards the town's only real restaurant/bar where she worked, figuring she could hang out and get something to eat until her shift started.




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Trevor wasn't paying too much attention to where he was going. He knew the town by heart, and it was incredibly small, so there were no worries of getting lost, but once he was out in the morning sun jogging, anyone who got in his way on accident was pretty much in trouble because he wasn't really thinking about what was going on around him. When he jogged, he was kind of in his own world, which was why he loved it.

He was thinking about his father and having to possibly become alpha one day when something stopped him in his tracks. It wasn't a hard hit, but something collided with him, causing him to slow to a stop and glance down at the girl on the ground to realize that the object that had hit him hadn't been an object at all, it had been a person, and he'd knocked her right on her ass.

The huge dog at her side growled at him, like he was a jerk and Trevor reached his hand out to help her up, feeling bad. He should have been paying more attention. As she stood, he got a good look at her and found that the was stunning, but not familiar, which was a shock. He thought he knew Farswood and it's residents by the back of his hand. Not only was it a small town, but it would be his job, as alpha, to look after it one day, so he made a point of knowing everyone.

"O-oh, sorry about that. I was distracted." She chuckled, and he smiled at her laugh as he lifted her up effortlessly. "I'm Lottie. The new girl." She smiled, accent that was distinctly more delicate than the native southern twang altering her words.

"Oh." He smiled at her. "That makes sense." He chuckled. He'd heard about her. Everyone had. There weren't many newcomers or visitors in Farswood. "I was wondering why I didn't recognize you but I remember hearing about you." He nodded and glanced at her dog before back to her. "Sorry for pummeling you." He laughed and normally he would have left it at that, but this girl was too pretty to just pass up. He wanted to have a conversation with her, if she didn't have places to be. "How do you like Farswood?" He asked with a smile.

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It didn’t matter if DJ only got an hour of sleep, her internal clock was set to seven-thirty am and that’s what time she woke up every single morning it never failed. When your father is a cop, owns a ranch, and one of the only real restaurant in town, sleeping in isn’t really in your dictionary. Her alarm clock went off playing that familiar Taylor Swift song that she absolutely hated, but couldn’t bring herself to change, because for some reason it made a good alarm clock song.

She let out a miserable groan as she threw her blanket off and started her morning routine. What most people didn’t know about Dee, was that she was both a perfectionist and had OCD. She did everything in the same order every morning. It didn’t matter that it was a weekend. Lucy jumped down, wagging her tell while Maverick lazily lifted his head, before placing it back down on his paws. Darla made her bed singing along to the song. She sat down at her vanity, brushing out her long still perfectly straightened hair before reapplying her make-up. Her bedroom was spotless and even as she opened her closet her clothes were perfectly ironed and organized.

She slipped on her tattered Daisy Dukes, that let her ass hang out and her tan legs look longer. She pulled on a teal crop to, that showed off a little too much of her mid-drift. She changed out her belly button ring for one with a dream catcher on it, before pulling on her cowboy boots. It was no surprise that Darla liked to show her fit, tanned body off even if she was just hanging around her house. Finally she looked over herself in her full body mirror, it didn’t matter how exhausted or shitty she felt she always made sure she was perfectly groomed, to look the part of the Queen Bee.

Darla slipped out of her bedroom, her two dogs in tow like they always were as she headed down her hallway, before pausing seeing someone she vaguely recognized form school. He wasn’t exactly popular and he wasn’t exactly a loser either. She wasn’t really surprised, her father was the towns cop and they always had people at their house. She raised a brow, looking him over.

“Umm. Declan right?” She smirked. “Can I ask why the hell you’re in my house and why you have my purse?” She said walking over to him and snatching the purse from his grip. “Are you stalking me?” she teased, having already figured out he’d come to give her back her purse. “Thanks.” She said with a soft southern smile, walking past him and into the kitchen assuming he’d follow. She set her purse on the table.



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Liam had saddled up Dream for Annabelle and went on his normal duties. Cleaning out stalls and feeding horses. He was fairly fast at what he did and he was convinced that’s why Mr. J kept him around. After he was finished he grabbed his phone out of the truck only to be greeted by a message from Mr. J to go down to the restaurant and check up on a few things. He’d only been to the restaurant a handful of times while Mr. Jennings showed him how to run it, but the young girl who worked there seemed like she had a pretty good handle on things every time he’d been there.

He sighed, letting Anna know where he was going before he headed out. The drive wasn’t too long before he was cutting the engine in the parking lot of the bar and restaurant. He made his way through the back door, where the chef’s threw him a few hello’s and how’s it goings. He offered a smile in return, before heading straight into the office. The paperwork Beau had taught him to o was always fairly boring and long, but once he finished he sent a text to him and then made his way to the front of the restaurant, sitting next to the girl everyone called Baby blue.

He ordered a drink, taking a sip of it before turning to the girl. “Your blue right?” he asked though already knowing the answer. “DJ’s friend, she talks about you a lot you know. Says she misses you.” He shrugged taking another sip from the glass. “You didn’t hear that from me though.” He smirked, downing the rest of the drink before setting it back down on the bar. “See you around kid.” He said simply making his way towards the door.




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Blue slipped into the restaurant's back door that went through the kitchen, walking through the bustling, hot room quickly. "Blue!" Blue smirked and instinctively put her hands out to catch the little square box that flew her way.

"Thanks J.J!" She called back, slipping into the dining area of the restaurant. J.J was one of the boys who worked in the kitchen, and also one of the only boys in town who talked to her without expecting to sleep with her. Because of this, J.J knew she had a huge sweet tooth, and when he set up the desert display every morning, he stole her a cupcake and put it in a purple box for her when she came in to work.

Blue made her way to the bar area and sat down at the end, out of everyone's way. She grabbed a napkin and pulled the cupcake out, setting it on top of it before pulling out a book and propping her elbow up on the bar, resting her head in her hand with her face turned down towards the book so that her long golden blond hair created a thin, but effective, veil between her and the rest of the restaurant.

Blue didn't bother to look up when someone sat next to her. She was too into the book. As far as she was concerned, nothing but her, the book, and the cupcake existed. “You're Blue right?” The man who'd say next to her asked, pulling her into reality, and Blue lifted her head, turning it towards him. “DJ’s friend, she talks about you a lot you know. Says she misses you.”

Blue raised her eyebrows. She'd seen the guy a lot, he worked for Mr. Jennings, but she didn't know his name or anything else about him. Mostly because she didn't like gossip,whereas the rest of the town seemed to feed off it. Rumors were spread about her, not through her. “You didn’t hear that from me though.” He smirked, and she watched him down his drink. “See you around kid.” He said and started to walk away.

"I'm not a kid." She called simply after him. "And you probably shouldn't lie to strangers. Especially about things you don't know shit about." She smirked. "Queen Bee gets along just fine without me."




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Trevor was amused with her light flirting and the way she talked about her dog, making it obvious the two were very attached and she liked animals, or at least dogs, a lot. From the way she stood, leaning lightly on a fence post, and the way she spoke, he could tell she didn't have anywhere to go and didn't mind talking to him and he was glad. Because she was probably the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, right down to her laugh and the sound of get voice. He knew he'd be kicking himself later if he just let her walk away.

Trevor watched her tilt her head a little in response to his question. "Actually, it's not that bad. And it just got quite a bit better." She grinned and he laughed. "It's kind of similar to the town I'm from, what with the nosy neighbors but here they'll just talk about whatever you did. Where i'm from, they will publically shun you for it. Nobody friends, not really. Here it's a bit... kinder. Not so much pressure." She smiled and Trevor nodded, she'd probably come from some sort of rich community where the pressure to be perfect was suffocating. "I don't believe you introduced yourself." She pointed out, grinning, and Trevor decided he quite liked her smile.

"No I don't think I did." He smiled back at her. "But neither did you." He teased a little before shrugging casually. "I'm Trevor Wilson. My old man owns the car shop down the road." He smiled and gestured in the direction of the shop. "What about you though beautiful? You got yourself a name?" He smiled, holding her eyes.

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Declan was the kind of guy that everyone at her school was secretly in love with. He was quite mysterious and brilliantly handsome. Darla and her friends talked about him quite often, not that they’d ever openly admit that to anyone else, because none of them would ever dare be caught with someone who wasn’t on the fast track to a huge college scholarship for football, like Austen. She had never really been interested in him like that, simply because he was always hanging around with Lottie.

"Oh god, did you find out about the shrine I have dedicated to you in my closet?" he said pulling her from her thoughts and she raised a brow. She was used to being the sarcastic one, the fact that he was talking to her like that surprised her, when it came to DJ, people aside from Austen and Liam didn’t tend to smart off to her because they didn’t want to deal with her attitude. "Not off with your ponies or finding another way to control your subjects today, Princess?"

She glanced to him at the use of the name princess, Liam tended to call her that too, because she acted like she was entitled to everything only hearing it from him kind of pissed her off. She lend against the counter running her fingers through her dark hair.
“Cute.” She said slightly glaring at him her upbeat tone changing to a little more hostile.

She let it fall silent between them for a moment as she went to the fridge, pulling out a water bottle for herself, before opening the cabinet and grabbing a protein packet pouring it into her water and going about her usual morning ritual like he wasn’t there, she was overly obsessed with being healthy aside from her bad drinking and smoking habits. She grabbed a bottle of vitamins taking a few different ones and washing them down with her water, before turning back to see he was still standing there.

“You know most people drop off things and leave.” She said hopping up onto the counter crossing one leg over the other as she looked at him. “You can leave or I can kick you out on your ass.” She said taking a drink of her water. “Choose is yours, Ovitt.” She shrugged.



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Laiam never liked to stay long in the restaurant, simply because he didn’t want to spend time with the people in town as far as he was concerned anyone of them could be a wolf and he didn’t want to risk himself getting caught up with one only to have to fight them off or kill them down the road. Not to mention, most people in town were convinced that he was a wolf himself and he tried not to cause trouble for Mr. Jennings.

"I'm not a kid." He heard the girl call after him in her deep southern twang that reminded him a lot of Darla’s "And you probably shouldn't lie to strangers. Especially about things you don't know shit about. Queen Bee gets along just fine without me."] she continued causing him to pause.

He turned back to her, smirk on his face as he walked back towards the bar, leaning down next to her, resting his arms on the bar, though not sitting because he had no intention to stay. He wasn’t lying though and he wanted her to know that, though Darla would shoot him dead if she knew he’d told her what she’d told him in confidence.

“I’m not lying.” He smirked his brilliantly charming smirk. “It’s not in my DNA to lie.” He shrugged. “She misses you, that’s the truth.” He said honestly holding her eyes and realizing how beautifully blue they were, he’d gotten lost for a moment, before pulling himself back to reality. “Why don’t you let me buy you a drink.” He spoke before he’d even thought and he was convinced she’d say no, most people said no to him because he was kind of an outsider in the town. “Shit, I’m sorry that sounded creepy.” He sighed standing up and rubbing the back of his neck.