Alan's Story - Chapter 8
#4 of Alan's Story
Here you go! The next chapter. Hope you guys enjoy ^_^ Also, this chapter is rather short.
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Later that night, I smiled at Nathan, leaning in and pressing my cheek to his gently as I placed my paws on his hips, swaying gently to the slow song that I had requested. "I love this song," Nathan said with a sigh as he moved his cheek away from mine and put it into the crook of my neck, letting me straighten my neck up a little bit.
I rested my chin on his head and smiled and said, "I know."
Nathan pulled his head back a bit so he could look up at me and raise an eyebrow, "You stalkin' me? Huh? Huh?" the two "huhs" were emphasized with a firm poke to my stomach and I just rolled my eyes.
"No," I told him, nuzzling his head, "but I did look at your Ipod."
"Oh," he said, pressing his head back under my chin, rubbing it there in content. He licked my chin and I smiled happily, putting my paw on the back of his head, pulling him firmly against me. "This," I said quietly, "is so amazing."
"I know it is," Nathan said, "you're arms are so strong."
I chuckled and stroked down his back, holding his warm body to me. "When are we going to tell my parents that we're together?" Nathan asked as we swayed to the music.
"Why does it matter WHEN we tell them?" I asked him, "They won't care, will they?"
"No, but I still want to tell them together." Nathan said, smiling up at me. "And I want them to know soon."
"Ok," I said, looking at my watch, "well, it's only six. We already had dinner, so we could always go after we see a movie."
"Mmm," he said, putting his head back to my neck, "that would be nice."
I smiled and just kept swaying with Nathan, my eyes closed and my paws resting on his waist while my chin rested on his head. When the song ended, I tried to pull Nathan off the dance floor but he kept himself pressed to me, so I had to dance him off the dance floor. "Silly foxy," I murmured, nuzzling the top of his head.
As soon as we were off the dance floor he pulled away from me, holding both of my paws in his and smiling up at me. "I love you." he said.
I chuckled and nuzzled at his neck, "Love you too cutie."
He blushed and I couldn't help but squeeze him against my side. I saw him pull out his phone as we walked out of the club and I knew he was pulling up movie listings. "What's playing?" I asked him, smiling at him.
"Hmm... nothing good for about an hour." he said. "Want to tell my parents now, and then go to the movie?"
"Sure," I told him, nosing at his neck. "Should we call my mom, or should we walk?"
"Let's walk," Nathan said with a smile, taking my paw in his and beginning to lead me to his house. I just rolled my eyes and followed after him. It was about a fifteen minute walk from the club to his house, and I knew that the entire time he would be skipping or blabbering about random things. When we made it to his house, we walked slowly up to the front door, Nathan starting to drag his feet slightly. "What?" I asked him finally, stopping and looking at him with amusement plain in my voice.
"I'm kinda nervous." he said with a blush, looking down.
"Why?" I asked, caressing his cheek and turning his face so that he was looking up at me.
"Well..." he said hesitantly, "when I told my mom you were a werewolf she gave me one of those looks... I'm worried she might think you're a bad influence or something."
I smiled at Nathan and said, "Everything will be alright."
He took a deep breath and we walked up to the door, he opened it hesitantly. "Mom, dad, I'm home."
His dad was the first one into the hallway, where he had been anyways, and when he saw me his eyes widened a bit. "Nathan, Alan." he said, looking between us, "You two friends again?"
"We always were dad," Nathan said, smiling up at me, "but now, Alan has finally decided he's gay and we're together now."
"Bi," I said, blushing, "Definitely Bi."
Nathan giggled and said, "Either way, we're boyfriends now."
"That is great sweetheart," his dad said, standing up and looking up the stairs quickly, he rushed over and started trying to push us out the door, "But you two need to leave."
"Why?" Nathan asked, curiously.
"I'll explain later just..."
"What the FUCK... is he doing here?" It was Nathan's mom, I looked up at her and tried to give her a smile but she just gave me the death glare.
"Too late." his dad murmured, and gave a regretful sigh before giving me an apologetic look and patting me on the shoulder.
"Mom!" Nathan said, the smile on his face wavering slightly with doubt, "I have some great..."
"What's he doing here Nathan? I told you I didn't want you talking to him." she said.
"No you didn't!" he said.
"I thought that was clear with the thirty minute rant about how disgusting werewolves are." she said, glaring daggers at both Nathan and I, as if his disobedience was my fault.
"Mom! Can't you just be happy for me? Alan and I are..." he said.
"I don't care what you and Alan are, I want him out of my house, and I don't want you near him." she said feverishly, gripping Nathan's arm and pulling him away from me easily.
"Mom!" he said, glaring at her and struggling against her grip.
I so badly wanted to step in and do something, but it was Nathan's mother... and I was frozen in place by my disbelief anyways. Nathan's mom had never even shown she COULD have this side, and now, here it was... out in the open right in front of my eyes.
"Out!" she screamed at me, her voice cracking halfway through the shout because of how loud it was.
"Come on," Nathan's father murmured gently, guiding me outside, "I'll drive you home."
I felt his paw on the small of my back as he pressed me gently out the door and behind me, I heard Nathan arguing with his mom. I was led out to Mr. Terrance's car and got into the passenger seat, looking down at my lap as I buckled the seat belt and let my tears drip onto the back of my paws which were folded, and shaking, in my lap.
When Mr. Terrance was in the car he sighed, and looked at me sympathetically before starting the car. I whimpered and sniffed as I sat there. "I don't understand," I said quietly, my voice cracking about halfway through 'understand.'
He sighed and looked at me, then shook his head a little bit and said, "It has nothing to do with you Alan." He was speaking gently, and he had a soft smile on his face, "It has everything to do with my wife's parents."
I looked at him curiously and said, "What?"
"Well," he said hesitantly, looking at me before snapping his eyes back to the road, "when she was eight, maybe nine, years old, the werewolves were new to society and many doctors didn't even fully believe that they existed."
"Ok," I said slowly, looking at Mr. Terrance and waiting for him to finish explaining.
He sighed deeply and said, "Well, when she was nine, her parents didn't come home one night. She was really worried about them and ended up calling the police. They found them easy enough with bite marks all over their bodies." He looked at me expectantly and nodded my head, I could guess what chewed them up. "Well," he said, "it was a more severe case than what you have, and their turning schedule was... unpredictable. One morning, she woke up and went down for breakfast, and saw two snarling wolves snapping and biting at each other."
"She screamed and ran upstairs, and called the police. When they had gotten there with animal control, the two wolves were gone, but her parents lay dead, bite marks all over their bodies, flesh ripped away, and blood lining their muzzles. So you see," he said, "it's not her fault. She is terrified of werewolves, and she can't help herself being afraid any more than you can help being a werewolf. I know it's hard, and it definitely isn't fair, but give me some time with her, and I'll try and get her to drop the ban."
He pulled up to my house and stopped the car. I muttered thanks to him for driving me home, and then got out, walking around the car and then mounting the sidewalk when he told me to stop.
He got out of the car and he walked to me, he put a paw on my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "I know your father is gone Alan, and now is probably a rough time for you even without what happened today. Every young man needs a father figure, and you need one more than many right now. If you need to talk," he pulled a card out of his wallet and pressed it into my paw, "I'm only a phone call away. I may be able to get Nathan away from his mother once or twice as well, but not very often."
I looked at the card in my paw, and then at Nathan's dad. He cared. One of the few people outside of Nathan and my family who actually cared about me. I wrapped my arms around him suddenly, pressing my head underneath his chin, which wasn't much higher than the top of my head in the first place, and said, "Thank you," more tears spilling out of my eyes as the words left my lips.
I felt his arms wrap around me, not as hesitant as I expected them to be, and he rubbed my back gently. He pulled away after a few seconds, and he put one paw on my cheek and rested the other on my shoulder, "Remember," he said gently, smiling at me, "I'm only a phone call away."
I watched him get back into his car and then took a deep breath, wiping the tears from my eyes and walking the rest of the sidewalk and then up the stairs to my front door, preparing to tell my mother how I had lost my boyfriend mere hours after beginning to date him.
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