⊰ * (  furball  )

“Then, I guess we actually do have something in common.”

      Living at home, he had never been one of those typical teenagers
      who would just pack a bag and run away from home, although,
      living with his father made it appealing every now and then. Now,
      he had somewhat of a reputation for running away; sometimes by
      choice, others by force. This time, it was the latter, and he hated it.

      He let out a slightly amused scoff as he wondered how she would
      suggest handling the particular psychopath he was running from.
      Swishing the liquid in his glass, he took a drink before he gave her
      an exaggerated and sarcastic reply.

“Aww man, so you don’t want to hear my sob story then? It’s a good one, too.”

      It only took a moment for him to realize that he had dug himself a hole.
      That wasn’t exactly what he meant. All he was saying was that seemed
      more like the kind of thing that teeny boppers with posters on their walls
      were into. Still, he wasn’t sure if he buying her story either.

“Did I strike a nerve? You sure about that? I’d give you 25, 26, but not 22.”

      Another sarcastic comment hung on his tongue, but disappeared along
      with the drink he had been holding. He wasn’t about to fight some girl for
      possession of his beverage, so he hailed the bartender to refill his now
      empty hands.

“Keep it, maybe you need it more than I do anyway.”

                       a swig was taken in triumph, a wink spared in his
                direction as she indulged in his once beverage, knowing the
               more that was consumed, drove her closer to pure numbness.
                poor pup, forced from his life, his town, & his soulmate with
            nothing but rage & lost prayers. odd how his own hollow reward
                  echoed the skeleton of her own. but with her life renewed,
                                Katherine hardly had time to waste on the
                                              weighted woes of another. 

                                           still, curiosity compelled her to prod further,
                                 knowing the climate in which she left Mystic Falls was
                                  not a friendly one despite the beast’s absence. let him
                                  prattle on about her age, there was hardly a wrinkle on
                                                her new body & the scars beneath her
                                                              attire hardly noticeable. 

                                                                                        her ego was hardly crippled. 

                   ❛ —— what big bad wolf chased little red away ? ❜