The Irish guys have finally left, I still haven’t shifted and I’ve got a new room-mate Bryon. My mom is completely cool with him coming to stay with us. I told them he has been homeschooled until his parents died in a car accident last year. It is true about his parents, minus the omission of them being wolves and he was five with it happened. Bryon was homeschooled with Pru so he is new to the whole school experience too. I had always wanted to have a brother, it leveled the testosterone in the house when my sister was around. The one major adjustment I am still coming to realize is the fact being Pack mean you are never truly alone.
I hear the ‘ting clunk’ sound of the dead bolt on the front door.
“Mom?” I don’t really need her to answer, I can smell her when she came in the door. “Are you going to be home for dinner tomorrow night?” I run down the stairs two at a time seeing her in her white nurse pants and shirt with the silly nursing hat on. Her boss it totally old-school and it totally pisses her off. She told me on more than one occasion that if she didn’t love the work she does for the Reservation she would tell him to jump off a cliff.
“Actually, I am. Do you want to get Bryon and go get some dinner? We can go to that new chain buffet they put in Yukon.” We meet face to face at the bottom of the stairs. “Oh! There you are, I like that green color on you, it makes your eyes stand out,” she said.
“I think going to dinner would be great, my treat. Oh, no offense but I’d rather it just be you and me. Bryon will be cool with it.” I lean over to give her a hug.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt his feelings.” She tilts her head up like she is silently pointing at him.
“It’ll be fine, Pru told me her family wants to have him over for dinner so it won’t look like they pawned him off on us.”
“Well, I guess that means we have a date. Your treat? Wow that is a treat!” She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “Good night sweetie, I love you.”
“I love you too mom.” I grab my backpack and tennis shoes out of the foyer before I run back up the stairs, two at a time. I leap across my bedroom doing my imaginary pole vault jump into my bed.