Midnight Love [Chapter 9]
Braxton...
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The more, the better.. That's what I say!
But, just a little note, as school is getting closer to the end... that means the closer I am to getting to go and work at camp.. which also means less time on the computer, so that means I won't be able to get stories up quicker. But, I'll try!
Here you go, here's Braxton for you! (I know he's almost everyone's favorite.. =] )
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By the time glowing on his alarm clock, it apparently was 3:30 by the time Braxton pushed through his bedroom door. Lifting his shirt over his head and dropping it amongst his other scattered clothing, he fell onto his bed with a soft thud. Even though his body was screaming at him to get some sleep, his mind wasn’t letting him rest.
He kissed her. Sure it was nothing more then a second or two, but he kissed her and she didn’t seem entirely appalled by it.
He reached over his head in search for his pillow. It was a long night and he could already tell it was going to get longer, he was sure his mind wasn’t going to let him sleep much. Finding his pillow, he wrapped his arms around it and pulled it closer towards him.
Braxton’s not going to kid himself and try to convince himself that he isn’t surprised, he’s lived his entire life thinking he was an outcast and there was no way he was going to get accepted. Now, here he was attending school and going to parties with a girl whom he find interesting and attractive… and she doesn’t seem to mind him much either.
So, what did that mean? He kissed her… now what? Does that mean anything more or is it just going to be awkward the next time he sees her? It wasn’t that awkward back in her car, she even continued to talk to him for few minutes just parked out in front of his house.
He’s horrible at this. Now that the thought had popped into his head about it being awkward, he was suddenly worried. What if he made a fool out of himself? Or worse… what if she was just pretending?
A quick ripple ran through his back and Braxton fought against it, knowing all too well that his bedroom wasn’t the place to shift. The distraction from his thought of Alex seemed to calm him down a bit, slowing his mind down to a pace where he could actually understand it. He needed time to think, not thinking in his bed and trying to fall asleep at the same time… what he needed to do was get out and run.
A shuffle of a feet in the floor above caught his attention, his parents must be just getting home. There were moments where he wished he was like them, like they wished he was. Being free to do whatever he wanted, not really caring what affect he had on the people who live around him. But it’s not what he wanted, even though there were times when he wished it.
Finding it pointless just laying there, Braxton slipped off his bed. He was going out, maybe find a jack rabbit to chase. All he knew was that he needed to move, his mind was in no state to try to stay still.
Braxton’s room was a mess, there were still boxes stacked in the corner from the move. He didn’t want to move them, partly because he was lazy and partly because they made his room actually seem like it had something in it. There was his bed, boxes of clothes, and a stereo on the floor. That was about it, not including the mounds of clothes he had piled up on his floor. Actually, the clothes were his floor, there was not a single foot floor showing.
Just as Braxton exited his room and through the basement door, he caught a glimpse of himself in the glass door. His figure built and firm, with muscles all along his body. The muscles weren’t from working out, they came with being a wolf… He wasn’t sure he could get rid of them even if he tried, if he did…. Maybe he could try and be invisible.
His hair was also a mess, but when wasn’t it? Lifting his hand, he ran his fingers through his hair remembering how Alex had commented on it. It had made him grin and tell her some cheese compliment back, which made her laugh. He enjoyed her laugh, it didn’t sound fake like all the others.
He saw the way girls looked at him in school and he was sure that they didn’t notice, but he did know that he didn’t want any of them looking at him like that except Alex. None of them made him feel the way Alex did. Why… why him? How come he couldn’t off been born into some normal family, then he wouldn’t feel awful that he didn‘t.
Slipping quietly through the door, Braxton didn’t want his parents to hear. He knew that if they did, they’ll fill their heads on how he was becoming like them… because more ‘wolfish’, but he was determined never to let that happen. All he wanted to do was run.
Once he was out, the familiar sensation inched up his back and this time he didn’t fight it. He felt his bones crack, shift, and grow. Braxton was never going to get use to that feeling, it was uncomfortable. Along with the slight pain of his bones shifting, his entire chest tightened up and made him feel claustrophobic. Then, just like that, everything burst and he was running through the trees on all four.
The colors of his surroundings blurred all together, along with the sounds of the twigs and branches cracking. All he cared about was running, the feeling of temporarily freedom.
The more, the better.. That's what I say!
But, just a little note, as school is getting closer to the end... that means the closer I am to getting to go and work at camp.. which also means less time on the computer, so that means I won't be able to get stories up quicker. But, I'll try!
Here you go, here's Braxton for you! (I know he's almost everyone's favorite.. =] )
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*****
By the time glowing on his alarm clock, it apparently was 3:30 by the time Braxton pushed through his bedroom door. Lifting his shirt over his head and dropping it amongst his other scattered clothing, he fell onto his bed with a soft thud. Even though his body was screaming at him to get some sleep, his mind wasn’t letting him rest.
He kissed her. Sure it was nothing more then a second or two, but he kissed her and she didn’t seem entirely appalled by it.
He reached over his head in search for his pillow. It was a long night and he could already tell it was going to get longer, he was sure his mind wasn’t going to let him sleep much. Finding his pillow, he wrapped his arms around it and pulled it closer towards him.
Braxton’s not going to kid himself and try to convince himself that he isn’t surprised, he’s lived his entire life thinking he was an outcast and there was no way he was going to get accepted. Now, here he was attending school and going to parties with a girl whom he find interesting and attractive… and she doesn’t seem to mind him much either.
So, what did that mean? He kissed her… now what? Does that mean anything more or is it just going to be awkward the next time he sees her? It wasn’t that awkward back in her car, she even continued to talk to him for few minutes just parked out in front of his house.
He’s horrible at this. Now that the thought had popped into his head about it being awkward, he was suddenly worried. What if he made a fool out of himself? Or worse… what if she was just pretending?
A quick ripple ran through his back and Braxton fought against it, knowing all too well that his bedroom wasn’t the place to shift. The distraction from his thought of Alex seemed to calm him down a bit, slowing his mind down to a pace where he could actually understand it. He needed time to think, not thinking in his bed and trying to fall asleep at the same time… what he needed to do was get out and run.
A shuffle of a feet in the floor above caught his attention, his parents must be just getting home. There were moments where he wished he was like them, like they wished he was. Being free to do whatever he wanted, not really caring what affect he had on the people who live around him. But it’s not what he wanted, even though there were times when he wished it.
Finding it pointless just laying there, Braxton slipped off his bed. He was going out, maybe find a jack rabbit to chase. All he knew was that he needed to move, his mind was in no state to try to stay still.
Braxton’s room was a mess, there were still boxes stacked in the corner from the move. He didn’t want to move them, partly because he was lazy and partly because they made his room actually seem like it had something in it. There was his bed, boxes of clothes, and a stereo on the floor. That was about it, not including the mounds of clothes he had piled up on his floor. Actually, the clothes were his floor, there was not a single foot floor showing.
Just as Braxton exited his room and through the basement door, he caught a glimpse of himself in the glass door. His figure built and firm, with muscles all along his body. The muscles weren’t from working out, they came with being a wolf… He wasn’t sure he could get rid of them even if he tried, if he did…. Maybe he could try and be invisible.
His hair was also a mess, but when wasn’t it? Lifting his hand, he ran his fingers through his hair remembering how Alex had commented on it. It had made him grin and tell her some cheese compliment back, which made her laugh. He enjoyed her laugh, it didn’t sound fake like all the others.
He saw the way girls looked at him in school and he was sure that they didn’t notice, but he did know that he didn’t want any of them looking at him like that except Alex. None of them made him feel the way Alex did. Why… why him? How come he couldn’t off been born into some normal family, then he wouldn’t feel awful that he didn‘t.
Slipping quietly through the door, Braxton didn’t want his parents to hear. He knew that if they did, they’ll fill their heads on how he was becoming like them… because more ‘wolfish’, but he was determined never to let that happen. All he wanted to do was run.
Once he was out, the familiar sensation inched up his back and this time he didn’t fight it. He felt his bones crack, shift, and grow. Braxton was never going to get use to that feeling, it was uncomfortable. Along with the slight pain of his bones shifting, his entire chest tightened up and made him feel claustrophobic. Then, just like that, everything burst and he was running through the trees on all four.
The colors of his surroundings blurred all together, along with the sounds of the twigs and branches cracking. All he cared about was running, the feeling of temporarily freedom.
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