Kennedy looked around her apartment and sighed. The place was spotless. Her sister had been at work all day and she was bored. Her sister wasn’t too pleased whenever she left the house without leaving a note. She still worried about her. Something about people taking advantage of her innocence, blah, blah, blah. She never paid attention to her anyways. Of course, her sister also worried about the fact that one day she’d phase while she was out and she’d never see her again. It was somewhat odd for Kennedy. She didn’t exactly have the temper of the other wolves. Her temper still sucked, but it took awhile for her to get to the boiling point. She was so sweet and kind that the anger sort of festered, and then when she finally got angry she exploded into this very large wolf. That was the problematic part of it. Kennedy still didn’t know how to control the angry outbursts. Her sister was trying to help her, but sometimes the trying didn’t help to much. All she could really do was make sure Kennedy didn’t phase in front of people. So far, it hadn’t happened yet, which was a good thing. The bad thing was, she wasn’t allowed to perform anymore. What if she phased in front of the crowd, or even just the rest of the performers? There would to be hell to pay, or death to pay. Unlike their parents, Kennedy’s sister cared about her well being and did not force her to be the cash cow. She wanted out. Just out of the apartment. She left a not, saying she was going for a walk. She took the cellphone, though she hadn’t really a clue how to use it. She just knew how to answer it and how to call the apartment. Otherwise the technology just confused her. She walked outside quite happily, her small frame blending in easily to the crowd. Eventually she got away from the more busy streets and wandered around a more barren part of Forks. Sometimes there were a lot of people there, but today it was just in a lull. That was fine for Kennedy. Sometimes a lot of people made her nervous anyways.

Suddenly the phone chirped, but not it’s usual ring. Curious, Kennedy looked down at the small electronic device in her hand. She flipped open the phone and it said ‘one new message’. Huh. What the heck did that mean? She put the phone by her ear like her sister showed her to and said, ”Hello?” She waited a minute, but there was no reply. ”Ellie? Ellie are you calling me?” she asked, the looked down at the phone. There was a button that said ‘ok’. The message said ‘open’. Was it ‘ok’ to ‘open’ it? Hmm. Hesitantly, she pressed the okay button, and words appeared on the screen. Perplexed, she read what it said. Kenny, come home now. Got a surprise for you. -Ellie. Well now, was the phone now able to transfer voice into writing? She looked down at the phone. It said ‘reply’. Hmm. She clicked ‘okay’ again and a blank screen came up. She lifted the phone to her ear again and spoke. ”Okay, I’m coming home,” she said, then looked down at the screen. Maybe Ellie got the words on her phone? Sure. She closed the small thing and put it back into her pocket before heading back to their apartment. She hadn’t a clue what her sister had been talking about, but then again that’s what surprises were anyways. She passed by a few people, but for the most part she made it to her home in record time. When she reached the apartment, she barely had time to put her key into the door before her sister was pulling her inside. She said something about getting changed and doing her hair. What did she have to do to her hair? Kennedy watched her sister as she ran frantically around the apartment, occasionally flinging clothes at Kennedy. Once her sister was done running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, she shoved Kennedy into her bedroom and forced her to change. She put on the clothes but didn’t feel all that comfortable. Everything was rather…short…and revealing…

”Uhm, Ellie, where are we going?” Kennedy asked while Ellie was forcing make up onto Kennedy’s face. Kennedy was promptly told to shut up and hold still, to which Kennedy rolled her eyes, but did anyways. After all the make up was applied to her face, she was forced to then sit in a chair while her sister curled her hair into nice waves. Crap, not the high heels, anything but the-- Her sister made her wear the high heels. Then, she was thrown into the car and her sister refused to tell her the reason for everything. All Kennedy knew was that she needed a good sweater and some tights to go along with her outfit, or therefore lack of. Eventually they arrived at a house with music playing and people entering inside. ”Ellie, are we going to another party?” Kennedy groaned, to which Ellie nodded with a smirk. This didn’t look like the same house as last time, but she figured the same sort of odd teenage mating dance was going on inside. She did not find parties amusing, not in the least, especially what happened last time. Fear struck through her heart. What if he was there again? Would he make her go upstairs again? She frowned to herself and sucked back the tears. Her sister would be very displeased if she found out what happened to Kennedy. She couldn’t let her know. Kennedy was dragged out of the car and up to the house, pretty much literally dragged. However, both sisters had equal werewolf strength, so eventually the older Oasis daughter won the battle and Kennedy was greeted with the overwhelming smell of alcohol, smoke, and drugs. Great, just great. Kennedy cringed and wandered into the living room, which basically was now the grinding room. Ew. She tried to balance her tiny little frame as she walked in the stupid high heels, which made her about four inches taller, which now made her average height for a girl. Way to go, shortie. She looked around nervously, not wanting to see the same boy with the stupid accent she met last time, but instead she saw someone else. She suddenly cheered up again, her fear sort of floated away. She smiled and teetered over to the boy she recognized. ”Hi, Lucas,” she said shyly but happily.

Every once and awhile she’d pull on the hem of the little skirt she had on, desperately wishing it’d grow a foot longer. She’d pull her shirt up, only to have it fall back down. Her wolf senses were on high tonight. Every little noise or movement near her she was on alert. A thought struck her; why would her sister take her to a party? Sure, Ellie probably had the wolf inside her more controlled than Kennedy did, but that was her point. Kennedy didn’t have as much control, and if she got too scared of everyone in here, there was always that danger of phasing in front of everyone. Or…on top of everyone. There really wasn’t a lot of room to move around in here. It was a good thing Kennedy had that tiny, tiny gymnast’s body because it meant she could fit into smaller or more crowded places. Not that she wanted to be in a crowded place in the first place, but that was besides the point. Kennedy sighed and let the music that she didn’t even know pulse into her ears. It was rather obscene music, but then again the people were dancing rather…ahem…scandalously. It made her very uncomfortable to be around them. They were all pressed up against each other; enough to make her want to go and vomit. Did they not know about a little thing called discrepancy? Apparently not. Her parents would have a heart attack if they were there.

Then again, Ellie had tried her very best to keep Kennedy away from their parents. It was only a matter of months before their other sister turned eighteen and she could move in with them. Ellie couldn’t wait for the day, and Kennedy was pretty pleased too. Of course, Ellie was happy for a different reason. Kennedy was the only Oasis sister that had really been completely brainwashed by their parents. And the brother, well, they didn’t care about him. It was sad to say, but oh well. He was so out of place anyways. Kennedy just wanted her two sisters with her, whereas Ellie wanted to make Kennedy normal, and get Parker away from their parents. She knew Parker was going crazy over there. Parker was getting into everything she shouldn’t have been, just to make their parents angry. Of course it made Kennedy angry too, but Ellie didn’t seem to care too much. Parker smoked, did drugs, drank, went to these sorts of parties; pretty much everything that Kennedy didn’t approve of, nor would any normal person. So at least she was normal in that sense. But Ellie was more like Parker than Kennedy was. Except, Ellie didn’t smoke or do drugs, but through in the aspect of hooking up with random guys at parties and there you had it. Kennedy just sort of did what she was told, despite the fact that Ellie was trying to get her to think for herself more often. That worked sometimes, but not a whole lot.

She sighed and looked around the room, not really sure what to do. She didn’t want to dance, she didn’t want to drink, she didn’t want to run into bad people again. She declined a few offers to drink whatever bad smelling liquid was in those evil little red cups from a few guys, and her nose was starting to hurt from the smoke that filtered throughout the room. Parties were hell on werewolves, or at least hell on her. Her sense of smell was so ridiculously sensitive that it made her stomach sensitive, like she wanted to throw up or something lovely like that. She played with her fingers nervously before wandering over to Lucas. She was always happy to see him, but she could sense that a lot of the time there was always something wrong with him. He always seemed a little bit upset or annoyed, though she hadn’t a clue with what. But she didn’t know much about him, just because he didn’t tell her a whole lot. But that didn’t deter her from talking to him. She liked being around him, he made her happy. Kennedy waited a moment, unsure if Lucas had heard her or not. Sometimes her voice was so soft that it was hard to be heard. Especially over the loud roar of this crappy music that seemed to pulsate through the entire house. ”Hi,” she replied with a smile, the thought of the fact that she already said ‘hi’ not really occurring to her. She was just happy that he had heard her and she didn’t have to start yelling just to be heard over the music. After awhile she probably would have given up on that.

Kennedy shrugged and nervously looked around. ”I dunno, I guess what everyone else is doing?” she said, not really sure of herself. She didn’t want to be hear, really she could just walk out, but she didn’t know how to get home, plus the thought of leaving him behind pulled at Kennedy in a way she didn’t understand. ”Well, uhm, actually,” she mumbled nervously, awkwardly standing there and playing with a strand of hair, ”Ellie kind of made me come here again.” That was the most displeasing fact of the evening. Maybe if Kennedy just told her what had happened last time, she wouldn’t have brought her here. Then again, Ellie might have just phased instead and ripped that stupid boy to shreds. Yes, that seemed like a much more likely possibility. ”So, uhm, yeah…” she muttered. Kennedy always found herself to be tongue tied around Lucas but she didn’t quite understand why. Maybe it was the same reason she was always happy to see him. Of course, she didn’t know what that reason was either. Kennedy absentmindedly pulled at the hem of her skirt again in attempts to make it grow longer, but soon was forced to give up. Her cheeks blushed slightly; she felt too exposed and it made her feel even more shy around him. ”What are you doing here?” she asked in return, mostly because she always found it was easiest to repeat the question back to the person, in hopes that that was what she was actually supposed to do. She wasn’t always the best at social interactions, but she tried.

Anyone that looked at Kennedy could tell that she was extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t rocket science, yet no one really seemed to care. Well, Lucas seemed like he cared at least a little bit, since he was still there talking to her, rather than yelling at her and telling her to go away. But somehow, no one could ever really yell at Kennedy. She didn’t understand that, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t like to be yelled at. The only ones that ever did yell at her were her parents, but her sister had taken her away from them. So, now she just was sort of there at this party where no one really cared about her. Well, her sister did, but she was off somewhere, and now Lucas was kinda stuck with her. That was okay, she liked being around him. A lot. He seemed to constantly be on her mind lately, though she didn’t really know why. But she wasn’t going to complain; he had a very handsome face to be thinking about all the time.

Kennedy blushed and had to look down at the ground for a moment, otherwise she was fairly certain she was going to burn to the ground. ”Thanks,” she said, smiling sweetly at him. She couldn’t stand the clothes she was wearing. She felt like…well, like one of those girls that were dancing very inappropriately over there. His rather addicting scent was brought even closer to her and she had the brief notion of taking his jacket and keeping it forever. But then he might get cold. But she could warm him up, what with her ridiculously abnormal body temperature. Kennedy scrunched her eyebrows together and thought about what Lucas had said for a moment. ”Well, I can’t really deny that,” she said after a minute. ”But I don’t really want to do what they’re doing. No thank you,” she said, then nodded slightly at the second part of his slur of words. Yeah, she pretty much was horrified to be there.

There was no real point in bringing her to this party, so she didn’t understand why Ellie insisted on bringing her. Ellie knew that Kennedy didn’t have a good time last time, and she knew that she didn’t like being left alone around strange, high, drunk, and smoking people. That was not something Kennedy was a fan of. She frowned and nodded, looking around for a hesitant moment. ”Unfortunately. I didn’t want to go, nor did I want to go this time, but Ellie decided that I was going to come,” she explained. The next time that Ellie tried to drag her to a party, Kennedy was going to try that ‘just say no’ thing that Ellie had tried to teach her. Ha! Use her own words against her. That’s right, Kennedy was going to say no. … Okay, that probably wasn’t going to happen, but it was the thought that counted. She didn’t like to disappoint people, especially her sister, seeing as her sister cared for her the most. She’d probably end up at another one of these stupid things, being scared and bored all at the same time.

Kennedy nervously played with the zipper on his jacket, which was far too large for her but that was only expected when something of someone else’s was put on her frame. It covered more of her exposed skin anyways, so she definitely was not going to complain. ”Oh, well, that’s kinda sad,” she mused, not to be mean, but just because she usually said what was on her mind. She never said anything to purposely hurt people. ”Maybe you need a hobby,” she suggested with an innocent smile. Then he wouldn’t have to go to these awful parties where people were supposed to be having fun, but Kennedy never did. Kennedy’s eyes widened and she shock her head. ”No, no thank you,” she said quickly. ”I am never drinking from a red cup ever again. Not after last time. I know what you boys do with the red cups. No sir, I do not want to have sex with you,” she said, trying to be independent, but her innocence was rather overwhelming, as was the frightened look in her eyes. My, my, boys were rather up front about their red cup usage. Kennedy was most displeased.

His scent was even closer to her tiny little nose and it was driving her insane for an inexplicable reason. It just made her heart flutter and her cheeks redden. Was it possible for a person to smell heavenly? Maybe she was just over exaggerating things. That was a likely possibility. Otherwise Lucas would have girls walking around smelling him all the time. Then again, he was a boy, so maybe he would like that sort of thing. Just to be safe though, Kennedy wasn’t going to walk around smelling him all the time. ”Oh, uhm, okay,” she said, a slight bit confused. Why did he not want her to mention it? That was odd, maybe it was not a proper custom to exchange clothing at these social gathering things.

Kennedy loved his smile. He didn’t seem to smile too much, especially when she watched him interact with other people, so she liked when he finally did smile. ”You should smile more often, you know. You wouldn’t want your face to freeze in a frown. Then you’d just look displeased your whole life. And I’m sure that can’t be the case,” she decided for him innocently. She wanted people to be happy, and she really wanted to make sure he was as happy as he could be. ”Yeah, really. You’d think she’d realize that by now,” Kennedy contemplated. She really didn’t like parties, especially not after what she found out happened at parties last time. ”There’s just nothing really all that appealing about parties to me,” she shrugged. Except maybe him, she added to herself in her head.

”And who would the wrong people be?” she asked, raising a curious eyebrow. Well, aside from thieves, murderers, and other assorted people. But she was strong enough to fend for herself on the physical front. Psychologically, not so much. ”Cause you know, if I’m going to be forced to go to these parties, I’d prefer it if I could go somewhere with the right people,” she reasoned. Pretty much any party he was at. She was surprised at herself for thinking those sorts of thoughts, but she also didn’t stop herself. She saw Lucas as her friend, and she thought it was normal for friends to want to get together and ‘hang out’ as they say. She just didn’t know if he thought the same thing or not.

Kennedy scrunched her nose slightly and shook her head a bit. ”That’s a bad hobby,” she said, nervously playing with the zipper of his jacket. Secretly she just hoped she wasn’t going to fall over in those stupid heels. She didn’t want to wear them last time, she didn’t want to wear them this time. But there she was, wearing them. ”Maybe you should knit,” she suggested obliviously. ”It could help get the stress away from your mind for awhile, focusing on a mindless task and whatnot,” she shrugged. She knew how to knit and sometimes she knitted scarves, then donated them to the homeless. It didn’t snow all that much in Forks and La Push, but it did get rather chilly sometimes.

Why was she being chilled? Did he want her to go into a freezer? To be honest, she was tiny, but she didn’t think she’d fit in the freezer. Maybe in the fridge if they took out the shelves. Kennedy looked up at him, slightly frightened; he seemed rather angry with her. ”I just, I--” she stuttered over her words, not knowing what to say that would make him not angry with her. She got sad in the heart at the sound of his voice being distraught with her. She didn’t like it. Not one bit. It was like she was punched in the gut or something. ”Uhm, a boy named Jersey,” she said softly, kind of worried now. ”And now God is going to be angry with me,” she said, her throat hurting a bit and her eyes stinging.

Kennedy didn’t really know how to act around boys, to be honest. Then again, she didn’t really know how to act around anyone, did she? Kennedy was an enigma of some sorts. Even in her odd sort of Kennedy way she didn’t even fit in at church. She was much more devote than a lot of people there were, so she didn’t have friends there. Sure, she talked to a lot of them, but she always had trouble socializing with people because of the way her parents treated her. Now, socializing at this party was a whole different story, and a rather frightening one at that. Which, of course, was why she was having trouble talking to Lucas. She always felt like her tongue had swollen and she got tongue tied.

”It doesn’t take too much energy,” Kennedy laughed as if he was silly. ”It takes more muscles to frown than to smile,” she pointed out. So really he was just taking up more energy walking around sulking all the time. If he smiled, he’d be less tired. Or at least his mouth would be less tired. Close enough. ”I’m sure that’s not true. Everyone should have at least one thing to smile about in their life. Actually, two. One, the fact that they are living, and two, whatever extra thing there is to smile about that will get you through the day,” she decided optimistically. Lucas needed some more optimism in his life, she had figured. He seemed too sulky.

”I don’t know,” she mumbled hesitantly and bit on her lip. ‘No’ wasn’t exactly in her vocabulary when it came to responding to commands or demands from people. She was really just a people pleaser and didn’t want to make them upset. She figured by saying no, it would make them upset. ”Maybe, but I don’t know about that. She is my sister after all,” she replied. Kennedy would feel odd trying to defy her sister after all the help she’d given her. Of course, taking her to a party wasn’t exactly helping, but that was pretty much besides the point.

”I can’t play cards?” she asked in a confused manner. She never thought card dealers could be the wrong sort of people. They only served to enhance the playing of go fish. Though it was true, she did get rather distracted by go fish and he probably wouldn’t see her for the rest of the evening. Kennedy scrunched her nose up at the mention of the whore. Mary Magdeline was a whore, but she doubted that girl was on the same scale as Mary. Though, she didn’t like to judge people all that much, so she was just going to leave that one alone. ”Okay, that works, I think,” she said, slightly confused. How was she to know who to trust? Wasn’t that the same question as who the wrong people are? Well, reverse it a bit.

Kennedy liked Lucas’ laugh; her heart fluttered when she heard it. She rather liked when he was happy, or at least laughing. He was so much more vibrant and lively when he was like that. And it made her happy to see him happy. ”Hmm, alright, suit yourself,” she shrugged, not really fazed that he didn’t want to do it. A lot of boys seemed to have a particular aversion to knitting for some reason. She didn’t get how knitting had become more of a feminine thing, but that could just be because it was sort of like sewing, which was apparently also a mainly feminine thing. ”But I still think you need a better hobby.”

Kennedy knew it had been all her fault, and that was the worst part. If she had just gone home that night, none of the stuff with Jersey would have ever happened. She was such a terrible person, it was awful. ”Yes He will, I sinned and I can’t take it back,” she said, trying to control her watery eyes. Now she couldn’t wear white on her wedding day and she’d end up in Hell. Great, just great. To be honest, Kennedy was surprised when Lucas hugged her; pleasantly surprised though. But she just hadn’t pictured Lucas to be the hugging sort of person. She timidly hugged him back, her body much smaller against him. She was worried that her warmth might cause him to question things, but she was too caught up in him to not care. She heard his words and smiled slightly; rather glad he wasn’t mad at her at least. ”Can we talk outside on the patio or something? All this smoke and noise is bothering me,” she asked. Looking at the stars might help her to stop from crying in front of Lucas. That was the last thing she wanted.

Oh these parties. She didn’t really see how it was a party, per say. She always imagined parties to be happy and such. A lot of these people did not seem to be very happy. Then again, a lot of them also thought that drunk was a synonym for happy. They were seriously misguided little children. And some of them were just that, too! She specifically remembered some of them to be in grade nine when she graduated last year, so that meant they were probably only fourteen. Wasn’t the drinking age twenty-one or something? Then a thought struck her: dear God, was she going to go to jail now?! After all, she had had something to drink. Maybe she was just going to Hell instead. She didn’t really see that as a better place, though. Crap, crap, crap.

Kennedy thought for a moment, then shook her head. ”While I value your opinion, you’re weird,” she said with big blue eyes. She hoped that didn’t hurt his feelings. That was not her intentions at all. She just thought he was rather strange. How was something that required more muscles and energy more simple? That was probably the boy way to think about it, however. That was one thing Kennedy had definitely learned from guys; they were extremely confusing. ”Hmm,” Kennedy sighed. Lucas certainly was a difficult little boy, wasn’t he? Well, he was quite clearly several inches taller than her tiny little gymnast’s frame, but that was besides the point. ”Would you smile for me?” she asked with an innocent smile, almost as if to show him how it was done. It seemed like he needed to be taught how to smile.

”Well, I know how to use it,” she said, rolling her eyes and sighing. ”It just never really wants to come out of my mouth at the right times.” Now there was a true statement. She didn’t say no to Ellie, she didn’t say no to Jersey, she didn’t say no to a lot of people quite frankly, and look what good it had gotten her. Not a whole hell of a lot. Sure, she had met Lucas, and that thought alone made her surprisingly happy, but that was about it. Oh, and moving in with her sister. That was about a billion times better than living with her parents. ”How are you going to teach me?” she asked in confusion, her blonde brows furrowing slightly. She got the image of Lucas in a stuffy teacher’s suit at the blackboard while she sat writing notes in a binder. Somehow she didn’t think that that was what Lucas meant.

”Are you okay?” she asked in concern. He seemed like he was in some sort of distress, or at least some sort of mental distress. Perhaps he could not play cards either? Well, she supposed that could be rather annoying, seeing as she was kind of annoyed with it, but she didn’t see a reason why he should get so hot and bothered about it. Kennedy laughed and highly doubted that Lucas was going to find himself a hobby. He didn’t seem like the type of person that really wanted to take all the much initiative. That was alright, she could help him. Especially if it meant spending more time with him. Though Kennedy felt kind of awkward right now, she was glad that Lucas was done yelling at her. She didn’t like it when he was like that. ”How could He possibly?” she asked him with sad eyes.

When Kennedy got outside she was rather thankful. Thanks to her nice little wolf senses, she could smell everything extra strong. That meant she could smell everything extra strong, including the bad smells. That made it hard to breathe at times like these. Kennedy bit her lip and wasn’t really sure what to say. She sat down on one of those patio chair things and fiddled with her fingers. She looked up at the sky; what a clear, beautiful night. ”Ellie took me to a party but I didn’t want to go,” Kennedy shrugged with a heavy sigh. ”Then this guy started talking to me and gave me a drink that tasted like juice. I don’t think it was,” she said fairly certain it was that nasty alcohol. ”Then he said he’d help me find Ellie, but he brought me to a bedroom. Then…uhm…” she said, not really wanting to say the next words. It did not feel right to her.

Kennedy secretly considered this a victory. Really, she did. After all, if he claimed it was so hard to make him smile, and he smiled around her, then technically she was very good at that game. Was this even a game? Still, she didn’t think he smiled all that much. Even when he did actually smile, most of it seemed like the corners of his mouth raising slightly upwards. She was still waiting for a full out toothy grin, as they said. She wasn’t sure who ‘they’ in question were, but someone, somewhere said it to begin with. ”I’m glad to know you think of me as something worthwhile to smile about,” she said shyly, dropping her bright blues to the ground.

There it was again, that unnatural pull to him whenever she was around him. It was so weird, almost as weird as Lucas was himself. The scent of him coming to her from his jacket, his soft voice focusing on only her: it really was something that made her knees turn into Jell-O. Oh dear, that couldn’t be good, now could it? She rather did not think so, but then again, she was often wrong. Her mood was significantly lifted when he smiled for her, just for her. ”I kind of like it when you smile just for me,” she said, rather nervous all of a sudden. Well, she was always kind of nervous around him, but this was more so than usual.

Hmm. It seemed like they were going into this with their eyes closed. She didn’t know how he’d be able to teacher her if he didn’t have a lesson plan or something of that sort, but then again she was thinking back to the teacher in a stuffy suit. Lucas was not the suit type of guy (though she thought he’d look mighty dashing in a tux. Where he would ever have the need to wear a tux, she hadn’t a clue). But rather than asking out loud, she just smiled sweetly back at him and questioned things in that blonde little head of hers.

Kennedy didn’t quite understand why he was worried for her. There was no logical reason for him to be. Well, she couldn’t think of one, which generally meant there totally was a real reason. ”Why are you worried about me? You weren’t the one that did anything,” she wondered, unsure of how he was going to reply. Kennedy scratched her head for a moment and pouted. Somehow it still seemed wrong to her. At least she wasn’t Catholic; they were even more strict about things than her religion was. ”I just hope you’re right,” she sighed heavily.

Kennedy smiled a little bit, though she was also very confused. Lucas was not a wolf like she was, therefore he couldn’t really protect himself. Especially since Kennedy, a werewolf, found herself unable to avoid the situation. Of course, it was probably different than she was making it out to be, as usual. She stood up from the chair thing and went over to Lucas. He was much taller than her, though in the terrible heels Ellie put her in, it helped only slightly. She pat his head and smiled sadly. ”Thank you, Lucas. You’re a good friend,” she decided. Though she felt like she liked him more than just a friend, but she didn’t really understand it. She sighed for a moment and looked up at the stars. Hmm. ”Lucas, do you mind if we leave this party thing? I don’t really like it here,” she asked him. If he didn’t want to leave, that was fine (though the prospect of it made her rather sad), but she wanted to get out of there.

The one benefit of being Kennedy was the fact that she often found herself to be blissfully oblivious of the things going on around her. Of course, that could be a bad thing at times, but at other times it would come in very handy. Right now was pretty much of those handy times, because thanks to her oblivion she didn’t even notice how oddly awkward Lucas seemed to be. Kennedy on the other hand was smiling happily and trying to ignore the very loud and very drunk people that were very close to her. The smell of alcohol and smoke made her stomach feel like crap, but she couldn’t really say anything. She was sure other people could smell it, but not to the extent that she could. So really, complaining about it would mostly make her seem really weird, or just really annoying. She didn’t want to be either of those two things.

”Very happy indeed,” she said with a decisive nod. He really didn’t know just how happy he made her. She felt to shy to tell him that, scared that he might react badly. She decided that she was happy with the way things were. He made her happy, therefore she would continue to talk to him. Then again if he decided that he didn’t want to talk to her ever again so that he would be happy, she would stop talking to him. But if that was the case, she had a feeling she’d be awfully depressed for the rest of her life. For some reason, whenever Lucas was around, she always felt like all of her emotions were just magnified by a hundred. Plus, she just wanted to have him be happy. Of course, she was like that with everyone.

”Oh,” Kennedy mumbled, her heart dropping in her chest. ”Is that person going to be mad at me?” she asked him, unsure of what would happen. If she fell in love with someone, she didn’t want them to hate her and never want to speak with her because she had sex. That would make her feel absolutely awful, considering she didn’t even want to have sex and it wasn’t all that comfortable. Thankfully she couldn’t exactly remember everything that happened. Of course that also meant she was far too intoxicated, which was an awful thing in its own right, but whatever. It wasn’t like she was pleased with that either, but she’d rather be drunk than not a virgin. At least with alcohol you can just never drink again. It wasn’t like she had a time machine and go back to punch Jersey in the face.

She smiled sadly and fiddled with her fingers. She was nervous, she was awkward. She didn’t really know what to do anymore. How was she to know who to trust? What if she fell in love with someone who didn’t love her back, but then just decided to have sex with her anyways, then through her away? ”Maybe I should become a nun,” she said with a sigh as she rested her elbow on her knee, then her chin on her hand. She looked up at Lucas with her bright blue eyes and looked at him for a moment. Every time she saw him her heart went crazy and she got butterflies. That couldn’t be healthy. Maybe she needed to go to the doctor to get that checked out. Then again, Ellie said she couldn’t go to a normal doctor. She had to go to one specific doctor that knew how to deal with werewolves.

”That would be much appreciated,” she said. It might have helped if she knew how to get back to the apartment the sisters shared, but she was sure she could figure it out eventually. As they wandered down the streets she looked down at her feet. The high heels were stupid and she felt like she was going to fall over with every step. ”Hold on a second,” she said, then held onto Lucas’ arm to balance as she took off the stupid shoes. For a moment she briefly forgot how hot her skin would be on contact, but as she let go of his arm she silently cursed herself. She carried her shoes in one hand continued walking. The good thing about being a werewolf? You could walk around bare foot and it didn’t hurt. ”Do you even know where I live? Cause how are you going to get home from their?” she asked him, rather concerned that once (if she remembered how) they got to her house, he’d be the one that would be lost and clueless.