Becoming the Luna

Well, it turns out that getting Werewolf slobber out of your hair is pretty hard and my scalp feels so tender when I'm finally done. I'm going to get back at Shana.

I come out of the bathroom in a peeve so distracted because I'm upset that I wrap the huge towel around my chest.

A choking sound makes me look up and I see Dale sitting on my bed and staring at me with wide eyes, and I wonder what's wrong.

"Dale? Are you okay?" I ask him, totally forgetting that I'm wearing nothing but a towel.

He drags his eyes to my face, red growing across his cheekbones. "Um…" a little bit of throat clearing. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine, Shana just said to come and check if you've drowned in the shower… and…" He trails off, looking at me with wide eyes again.

"Okay?"

"I'll just wait for you outside." He suddenly blurts out, hopping off the bed and rushing out.

I just watch him with a confused expression, my eyes following him out.

I shrug when the door clicks shut, wondering what that was all about but I don't think too long because my aching scalp distracts me again and I walk over to the mirror to check if I had actually hurt myself with all the scrubbing.

"Oh no." I mumble in dismay when I step in front of the mirror and register that I'm wearing nothing but a towel that is wrapped around my chest too.

No wonder Dale had freaked out. "Ugh!" I groan, dressing up quickly.

I'm too angry with Shana to have a mental breakdown over what Dale saw, he would have to suck it up, after all, he's the only one left who hadn't seen me this anyway, I really tried to remember to tie the towel right but I guess old habits are hard to break.

I come out of my door to see Dale staring into the distance and he doesn't notice me until I wave my fingers in front of his face.

He blinks and looks at my hand, a smile coming into his face that I wasn't sure I liked but before I could snatch my hand away he grabs onto it, taking a brief moment to study the size difference.

A clattering noise from the kitchen makes us share a glance and hurry in that direction, the worst combination of people that could be in a place like the kitchen is my mom and Shana and Dale must have realized this as well because he grabs my hand and pulls me down the corridor, picking me off my feet when we get to the stairs.

"Ah! What…" I exclaim in surprise, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability.

"Can't have you tripping." He cuts off my question, making his way to the living room.

We've already left the stairs now but he still makes no move to put me down and even worse the crashing sound from the kitchen gets louder.

"Is everyone okay?" I ask in worry when we step into the kitchen, tapping Dale to put me down.

My mouth drops open when I get a good look at what is going on.

My mom and Shana are frozen in their incriminating positions, they're covered in flour and the entire kitchen is no better like snow fell but just in my kitchen.

"What the actual fuck?" Dale exclaims looking just as stunned. "You both said you would handle the pancakes and I come back to find you both looking like cocaine thieves."  He scolds them.

They really do and I would be laughing really hard if I wasn't so shocked, they're both holding bowls of flour like they had a brief disagreement on who would mix the flour but we're talking about my mom and Shana here so that brief disagreement turned into this.

"Just tell me you're both okay." I prompt them, when they slowly drop the bowls of flour on the ground, keeping their heads down guiltily.

"We are." My mom says in a tiny voice.

"But the kitchen isn't." Dale scolds and they huddle into themselves.

"Why don't we eat out!" I suggest, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. "Honey has the best pancakes." I say, referring to a quaint restaurant in Pine Creek."

"The only pancakes you mean." Dale corrects and I just shrug. "Fine." He agrees, rubbing his face when my mom and Shana give him puppy eyes which look ridiculous when they're covered in fur. "You can tag along too, clean up before you get flour in your eyes."

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Shana starts squealing, placing her hands over her face and jumping around.

"Too late." I mutter dryly.

Somehow we all pile in the car in one piece, Shana is much subdued now, still traumatized over getting flour in her eyes and whacking her head on the ground after slipping on flour.

I was really worried about her although I knew she would be fine, my mom has been occasionally sneezing up flour and I'm really worried that she might have snorted some - definitely on purpose because seriously we're talking about my mom here.

Dale is just upset and disappointed with them while I keep trying to comfort them and I wonder if we wouldn't have to take my mom to the hospital every time she sneezes up a light storm of flour.

I'm riding in the front with Dale but I frequently look back to check on them. Dale has finally run out of things to scold them on and also peeks at the rearview mirror to check on them occasionally and I smile slightly looking out my side of the window.

A moving truck passes by us and I stare with wide eyes, which goes wider when another one drives by again.

"Whoa! People are moving in!" I exclaim excitedly before frowning. "But won't they just leave again because of the wolves?"

Dale just shrugs, watching with wide eyes when another passes by his side of the car. "That's the least of our problems, it'll be better for them to just leave than cause issues."

Honey isn't bustling which isn't surprising, most people in the countryside prefer to make their own breakfast themselves, we get directed to a table and a waitress bounds to our table.

My eyes widen when I see who it is, it's Nina from school.

"Hi, Nina." I greet her warmly when her eyes widen in a panic as she sees us.

"H-Hi." She mumbles back, nearly dropping the menus in her hands, occasionally pushing her huge glasses up on her face.

"I had no idea you worked here." I say as a way to make small talk because she keeps looking like she's about to bolt.

"Um… m-my mom owns the place." She says in her soft voice, looking at me with grateful eyes.

"That's so nice, are those for us?" I ask, reaching for the menus that keep looking like they're about to slip out of her hold to the floor.

She hands them to me gratefully and I hand them out, grateful that the rest pretended to not see her, she was obviously really shy, and knowing how extroverted the rest could be, they would probably make her burst into tears.