The Itch is Back.

Every time. I don't think it ever failed. There was the beauty yet again, in the most unsuspected person. It was someone I saw weekly, and for four weeks or so now I didn't see it. I didn't see it until just now. He wore a certain cologne that make me feel icky inside, until I saw the beauty of him, then I liked the smell. He didn't wear his normal jacket and tie today. I don't know why he didn't, but instead he wore a short sleeve striped shirt, and it was that shirt that showed me. It was so odd. The Shirt he wore showed off his pecks, which I had never noticed before. His arms were strong, but I couldn't tell until he pushed a table across the room. It was like an instant jab to the heart. Every new movement more striking than the last. The muscles that danced just under his skin was a pure tease, defiantly because I knew I would never have him. Not only was it taboo for this situation, but I would only be around him until December, and then I would never cross his path again. It was sad to me really. I saw his hands, long, lanky, beautiful fingers. Ones I wish I could draw on paper, but I never could. They were artwork in the real world. I wish I could touch them, but I could only look. He smiled also, and It wasn't normal for him, but it was interesting. So very interesting. I could watch him all day if I could. How is muscles moved under his skin when he used hand gestures, or how he sat on the table. His hands, his arms, his pecks. How? How did I miss this? It was like pulling a block from a drain when I had to walk out, or a cork from the bottle. I think I even heard the popping sound. The smell of his cologne pulling at me until I escaped it. Yet, the image is still here. It will be an itch, until I found the imperfection in it. Then It would fade, like the one before did, and life would be normal yet again. Until that time came though, I had something pretty to look at once again.

You are wanted. {Draft from Akela's Story}

I didn’t understand. Why would all the guys like her over me. Well, I did understand. I sat on a stone not far from the forest edge, resting my head in my hand, and watched. They swarmed around her like bees on a honey hive, and she was enjoying it all too much too. When I came to the gathering, I thought I would have fun. I thought there would be constant celebration for Lycan like me, the new comers, and celebration for the pagans too. However, in the first couple of days there was mostly planing, leaving me, who was a young werewolf with no place in the pack just yet, to sit and wait. Sitting and waiting was painful though. I was the only one who was literally sitting and waiting. The other new girl was beautiful, tall, slender, blonde and flirty. She was everything I wasn’t. I had dark annoying curly hair, more weight on me than she had, and so many freckles. I had soft kid like features, and even though I wasn’t skinny, I wasn’t to big. I was just a bit cubby, with curves and strength. I guess the guys didn’t like that.
That would explain the lack of boyfriends. I had experienced this throughout all my high school career, so I guess I was use to it already. So, she had plenty of time to flirt with every guy at the gathering, I had plenty of time wondering how to get my share of the attention. I don’t know how long I was sitting there before I saw the long legs of Akela move towards me out of the corner of my eye. Great. She was something else. I didn’t know how she made me feel. I suddenly got nervous. She was our pack leader, and she was so soft looking yet intimidating, and always nice to me, but scary to others. I didn’t know what was going to happen, so I just didn’t move. I smelt her scent of vanilla and lavender right away, and it was only moments before her hands were on my shoulders. She knelt down behind me. I felt her soft black hair brush my cheek, and my face grew hot. Her warm breath was on my ear.
“You are just as wanted as she is.” She whispered. My heart jumped and I tried not to flinch, but I think she noticed anyway, because I heard her smile and get up and walk away

Hunny

Honeysuckle. That was my name. Who cared though? I didn't. I quite liked it. I just didn't like the fact every time I told someone my name, they would pull a double take. Their heads would whip around back to me with this curious look on their face. "Honeysuckle? That's really your name?" They would ask. Every time, it never failed. I would always be waiting for that sentence, so I could throw on my annoyed look and sit and stare at them for a minute before I took in a breath. "My parents were hippies."

It was always my explanation. It wasn't really completely true. The hippie era was long gone before I was born. It was more like, my parents WANTED to be hippies, and after I was born, they failed completely. It wasn't long though before someone caught on. It was my first day on the job at the game store, and I was working with one of the boys who I hadn't meet yet. His name was carol. Which was odd because he didn't look like a carol, and he thought the same thing. So, He always introduced himself as Duce. Which didn't make much more since to me because he didn't look like one of them either. I guess it was just a guy thing. He wanted to seem cooler. It just made him look like a bigger nerd. He was six foot tall, which was tall to me because I was short, and he was large and round. A head full of curly orange hair and an equally orange goatee. Always walking around in a large red t-shirt and gym shorts.

I just smiled though and shook his hand. "I'm Honeysuckle." I said, and then I waited. He too did the double take, asked the question and waited while I glared. "My Parents were Hippies."

Then he raised and eyebrow. "Isn't that always the generic excuse?"