I woke up a few hours later in a room that looked quite similar to mine; The walls were black, drawings of wierd creatures were pinned all over the room, and a desk, across the room, was covered with books, paper, colors and pencils. I sat up and saw Creator sitting at the end of my bed, drawing. He stopped, and looked at me. We stared at eachother, making eye contact, for the first time, for atleast a minute or two. Then, his mother opened the door.
"Someone's finally up." She said in a cheerful voice, walking in, kneeling next to the bed. "How are you feeling?"
I hesitated, but answered. "Um, a little better. Wha-what happened?" I asked. Then, I looked at Creator.
"Oh, you just got into a little tussle with a few boys, is all. I cleaned a few of your wounds before you woke. She stood up and ran her hand through Creators hair. "Thank goodness my son was around to help."
When I took a glimpse of him, he was staring at his paper, not drawing on it.
"Um, thank you. I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble." I said, quietly.
"Oh, none at all, hun. None at all." She smiled and walked out of the room.
"Why did you do that?" I heard Creator say, without looking up.
"Huh?" I replied confusidly.
He looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Why did you stand up for me like that? It was pretty stupid of you."
I stared at the ground. "I...They...They were testing me...with thier complaints...of you. I didn't like it. So I dealt with it the only way I could think of."
He lifted his head. "Your moves were actually quite impressive. But, you standing up for a complete, total loser was very stupid."
I stared at him. Then, I sort of smiled. "Well that makes two of us."
He looked at me. Then, for the first time, I saw him smile.
We started to talk a little. He asked me about my parents. I sighed and told him what happened to them. He was in shock while I explained alot of it. I asked him not to tell his mom because I thought she would want me to stay with them, and I didn't want to burden them. I even told him about the cool things I could do with my magic, though I never told him I could do magic. (Yes, complicated I know ^^') And, he told me all about his cool drawings on his walls and his dreams...I was very interested in the dreams and drawings. After about an hour of talking, his mother came back in.
"Wolfy, dear? Where are your parents?"
I hesitated and looked at Creator.
"Uh, they're at work, mom." Creator lied.
"Um...Yeah, they're at work. But I live just across the street."
She looked at me, with a confused look. "Oh, well do you think they would mind if you stayed the night?"
Once again, i looked at Creator, and hesitated. But He couldn't think of a way to get me out of that one. Niether could I. "Um, yeah, they wouldn't mind."
His mother smiled. "Great. Let your parents know when they get home."
I nodded, and she walked out. Creator and I both sighed, looked at eachother, and laughed.
That night, we all dinner together. The next morning, Creator's mom took Creator and I to school. When we got to school, Creator didn't talk to me at all. It was like the night before, never happened; and everything was the same. But, for some odd reason, I was ok with it. After school, it was just like it was when I went to Creators'. We had fun. I thought things were going really good. But, of course, something went wrong. Terribly wrong
