Cursed
Kieran
I never imagined being in hiding could be so…boring. You know when you watch those action movies and people are supposed to be in hiding, but they aren’t, because every five seconds something crazy happens? Yeah, real life is nothing like that. I’m actually very disappointed.
I voice my opinion to Finn, who looks across the room at me with a blank expression. For a moment, I think he’s going to agree, but then he shakes his head and with a chuckle says, “This isn’t a movie, Kieran.”
I gasp. He can read minds too! That is so creepy, because seriously I was just thinking about that.
“I had no idea you were psychic!” I shout before bolting across the room.
Finn turns from the TV once more to look at me, who is now sitting beside him. He cocks a brow. “You were just thinking about how it was disappointing that this wasn’t like the movies, weren’t you?”
Amazing! How does he do that? “Why didn’t you tell me you could read minds too!? A wolf man who can read minds…now that is something that should be on SciFi.”
“I don’t read minds. You’re just an idiot.” Finn grins at his smart remark, while I huff.
“You’re sleeping on the couch.”
“Sure I am.”
How long have we been “in hiding,” anyways? It feels like a lifetime. I mean now the both of us have jobs. We actually managed to fill our apartment with pointless trinkets. Hell, just last week I got a PS3, because chasing the gnomes around the apartment has become too tedious. I’ll let them come to me. Muhahahaha!
We haven’t heard much from anyone, not that we have much of a choice. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did before, when we first left. I’m not saying that there aren’t nights when I wake up in tears, praying to whomever may be listening to let me see my mom…my dad…my baby brother…just one more time. Those nights, Finn holds me and I know he feels the same way. I know that he wants to break down too, but he keeps a strong face for me. I thank him all the time for that.
I don’t know how much longer we’ll have to hide like this. I shouldn’t call it hiding, because it makes me realize how this is nothing like the movies! Honestly, I want some explosive action. We need some Bruce Willis shit going down, but no, reality must totally suck.
Maybe we’ll always be like this, always keeping our heads down low…or maybe, one day, they’ll find us, werewolves who do not agree with our life styles or even Shailey’s own parents.
I feel a hand on my own, one that caresses my skin and brings me back from my thoughts. Finn is staring at me with concern. I put on a smile in hopes to knock that look off his face, but he knows me too well.
“Stop thinking about it,” he says. “We agreed not to think about it.”
“How can I not think about the possibility of one of us, or both of us, being killed at any minute?” I ask. “It’s just a constant nagging in the back of my head…maybe it’s the gnomes. I bet they’re mad, I’m ignoring them so they’ve put some kind of spell on me to make me anxious!”
Finn rolls his eyes. “Sure, lets go with that.”
“You don’t believe me!” I gasp. Finn is on their side! He’s always been on their side, that bastard.
“I never said that,” he laughs.
“Ok, I’m going to be dead serious for once.”
By the look on Finn’s face I can see he doesn’t believe me. Hell, I don’t believe me. I don’t know how to be serious. Being serious is so…serious. It involves effort, effort that, I do not like to apply to anything, other than sex. Effort I shall always apply during sex…though honestly that’s more Finn’s job, but I’m allowed to take some credit.
“Do you regret it?” I ask.
Finn’s eyes glisten with curiosity, but only for a moment before he catches on. He sighs; the grip around my hand tightens. “Never,” he says, then pulls me into his lap. His arms wrap around my waist and his head buries itself into the crock of my neck. “I don’t care what happens, or where we have to go, or what we have to do, I will never regret being with you.”
“Good.” I smile and place my hands over his. “Neither will I. I’ll always love you, Finnegan.”
Finn laughs, “And I’ll always love you, Kieran.”
“Even when I’m all old and wrinkly and fart every time I take a step?”
“Mm…I don’t know, that’s pushing it.”
I voice my opinion to Finn, who looks across the room at me with a blank expression. For a moment, I think he’s going to agree, but then he shakes his head and with a chuckle says, “This isn’t a movie, Kieran.”
I gasp. He can read minds too! That is so creepy, because seriously I was just thinking about that.
“I had no idea you were psychic!” I shout before bolting across the room.
Finn turns from the TV once more to look at me, who is now sitting beside him. He cocks a brow. “You were just thinking about how it was disappointing that this wasn’t like the movies, weren’t you?”
Amazing! How does he do that? “Why didn’t you tell me you could read minds too!? A wolf man who can read minds…now that is something that should be on SciFi.”
“I don’t read minds. You’re just an idiot.” Finn grins at his smart remark, while I huff.
“You’re sleeping on the couch.”
“Sure I am.”
How long have we been “in hiding,” anyways? It feels like a lifetime. I mean now the both of us have jobs. We actually managed to fill our apartment with pointless trinkets. Hell, just last week I got a PS3, because chasing the gnomes around the apartment has become too tedious. I’ll let them come to me. Muhahahaha!
We haven’t heard much from anyone, not that we have much of a choice. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did before, when we first left. I’m not saying that there aren’t nights when I wake up in tears, praying to whomever may be listening to let me see my mom…my dad…my baby brother…just one more time. Those nights, Finn holds me and I know he feels the same way. I know that he wants to break down too, but he keeps a strong face for me. I thank him all the time for that.
I don’t know how much longer we’ll have to hide like this. I shouldn’t call it hiding, because it makes me realize how this is nothing like the movies! Honestly, I want some explosive action. We need some Bruce Willis shit going down, but no, reality must totally suck.
Maybe we’ll always be like this, always keeping our heads down low…or maybe, one day, they’ll find us, werewolves who do not agree with our life styles or even Shailey’s own parents.
I feel a hand on my own, one that caresses my skin and brings me back from my thoughts. Finn is staring at me with concern. I put on a smile in hopes to knock that look off his face, but he knows me too well.
“Stop thinking about it,” he says. “We agreed not to think about it.”
“How can I not think about the possibility of one of us, or both of us, being killed at any minute?” I ask. “It’s just a constant nagging in the back of my head…maybe it’s the gnomes. I bet they’re mad, I’m ignoring them so they’ve put some kind of spell on me to make me anxious!”
Finn rolls his eyes. “Sure, lets go with that.”
“You don’t believe me!” I gasp. Finn is on their side! He’s always been on their side, that bastard.
“I never said that,” he laughs.
“Ok, I’m going to be dead serious for once.”
By the look on Finn’s face I can see he doesn’t believe me. Hell, I don’t believe me. I don’t know how to be serious. Being serious is so…serious. It involves effort, effort that, I do not like to apply to anything, other than sex. Effort I shall always apply during sex…though honestly that’s more Finn’s job, but I’m allowed to take some credit.
“Do you regret it?” I ask.
Finn’s eyes glisten with curiosity, but only for a moment before he catches on. He sighs; the grip around my hand tightens. “Never,” he says, then pulls me into his lap. His arms wrap around my waist and his head buries itself into the crock of my neck. “I don’t care what happens, or where we have to go, or what we have to do, I will never regret being with you.”
“Good.” I smile and place my hands over his. “Neither will I. I’ll always love you, Finnegan.”
Finn laughs, “And I’ll always love you, Kieran.”
“Even when I’m all old and wrinkly and fart every time I take a step?”
“Mm…I don’t know, that’s pushing it.”
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The End.Yeah, sorry that's not really how I wanted to end it, but to be honest Virtue and I did plan on ending it in about three or so chapters. I just never feel like writing this so when I got in the mood I decided to end it, because I know I won't want to update again in a while. I apologize for this being so shitty! Forgive me?
However! I have this idea that I've been thinking about writing for years, no I'm not exaggerating. I've literally wanted to write it for years, so I think I might try it, no promises though.
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