BURGER & FRIES

It's Saturday morning and I was feeling surprisingly refreshed after my shower. I guess even though I broke into a vampire fight dog holding cell and crashed a truck, it was just a dream. Technically I fell into a very deep sleep on my desk and woke up the next morning well rested.

Mum was laying out the clothes for the day. Was it for our shopping trip later? Mum always laid out Savy's clothes first, in case Savy had any suggestions and amendments. She would simply match my clothes to Savy's after that. I usually had no suggestions for this type of things.

Today I saw something I really liked on the bed. Was it new? A white t-shirt with a picture of a hamburger. The word "BEST" was printed above the burger.

"I like this!" I told mum.

There was only a t-shirt though. Mum was pulling out a pair of black jeans for me.

Mum? Something felt off. Usually mum always put us in skirts and girly clothes. Today she picked out what I actually wanted to wear.

I took the clothes to change into them. She pulled out a flannel dark blue and white plaid button up shirt to wear over, and that was it. Nothing pink or ribboned or lacy. It was as if I had chosen my own outfit... Except the combination was better thought through.

Since my mum especially put together my outfit today, I decided to put in some effort of my own. I took out my suede hiking boots... The ones that were a mustard color that Savy claimed were at such a big discount because of the color alone.

But I liked them. They were chunky at the bottom and very comfortable to walk in... I thought the pop of color was nice. It was probably because suede was hard to maintain, that's the real reason why it was on clearance.

Actually, I rather liked colorful things. I just didn't know how to match them. My socks, hidden deep inside my boots were striped like a rainbow.

It's fine as long as I didn't take off my boots. I wondered if Ben and Jonah were thinking like this when they wore matching SpongeBob and Patrick boxers to school.

Jonah did get discovered though. But I'll be fine as long as I kept my boots on.

Savy popped in and I fell in love with the new t-shirts all over again. Her T-shirt had a picture of a red packet of fries and the words over it was "FRIENDS". Now if we stood next to each other, we'd read BEST FRIENDS!

Her flannel shirt was a deep red plaid and she had on her favorite red converse sneakers. She even accessorized with a few metal bangles.

Now how many girls can truly say that their mum's fashion sense was better than their own? In this room, there were at least two.

"Mum, I love the t-shirts!" I told her. I'd give her good feedback, so she'd get more. I'm so sneaky.

Savy made a face, "You would."

"Why? Don't you like them?" Savy didn't like the outfit? But it's perfect!

"It's cute, but kind of cliché." Savy said.

Oh, that's right. I remembered Savy's far more discerning fashion palette.

You had a mum who had a gift of coordinating outfits, you also got a mum who can't keep her hands out of your outfit choices.

You had a sis who had the ability to salvage any fashion disaster, you also got a sis who was your personal fashion critic.

I guess it's like that with everyone once they got close enough to you. For every push, there is a pull, for every stop there is a go... Hahaha I'm misquoting from an old Disney Sword In The Stone cartoon. (Savy really liked it, so we watched it, like a hundred times as kids.)

The same could be said about my dad: You had a dad who was the Alpha of the pack, you also got a dad who was... I'm trying to figure out what the trade off was.

He was always busy and we can't ever do things like travel for vacations.

He was really strict and we can't ever talk back to him (since he's the Alpha and all).

He had really high expectations of me so I always had to do everything seriously.

But he was also a good dad. He attended every single parent invited thing at our schools, which wasn't a lot in all my previous schools compared to Savy's, but the point was that he was there for them. And he always believed in me, that I would be somebody . And I knew he loved me.

That's the mum and dad the Goddess had blessed me with. Good people who loved their children and worked hard to serve their pack.

So I didn't mind the trade offs. Not so much because of the benefits I got as the Alpha's daughter or from my mum's shopping sprees, but simply because they love me. And well, me too. I love them too.

Suddenly I thought about Rebel. It's only 7.30am. I wonder how he's doing. Had the vampires found the crashed truck? Had they found my homework? Opps.

Rebel was my mate. It's confirmed now. I remembered Jessica asking me to pick one of the Lorent brothers. I pick Rebel.

Why? Because he was my mate.

Sure he was always growling and glaring at one thing or the other. Yeah, he needed to work on his anger management and probably required counselling after life as a fight dog. He's bossy, he's arrogant, and he called me stupid, which while not in itself a deep character flaw, was simply rude.

At this point, I think I'm supposed to be continuing with a "but" and balance all those negatives with positives.

I could call out the rabid squirrel in my heart and make her spill the acorns she collected, but I don't feel like pithing in mush and going fangirl over his very momentary laugh or how his hands were very large and warm.

Maybe he would be good in the kitchen. I smirked to myself.

Maybe he would be good in the bedroom. OMG. I didn't say that! I swear - it was my wolf.

It was snowing outside and Savy and I ran across the lawn to the pack house for breakfast with the gang.

I smelled chocolate chip pancakes. It was a very happy smell.

And I'm going to see the gang again, which was always a good thing. I felt a smile freezing on my face. It isn't snowing hard but dang it's cold out!

I wasn't even wearing a jacket. We were just gonna run across the lawn, and I was expecting the sun to warm up the air a bit over the morning indoors, this and the fact Flynn and Hank were driving us around town later, gave me good reason to believe that I wouldn't be left out in the elements for more than 3 minutes max while in town.

Yes, I'm attempting to spend the day, out and about, without a jacket on a January winter day. In my defense, the weather had been rather mild.

Wait, am I the only person who does this? You mean, all of you would wear a jacket? Seriously?

Well, I'm not wearing a jacket. I'm the alpha. I won't die from a bit of cold.

No, I won't die from taking a jacket either.

Why am I having an argument with imaginary readers of my diary anyway?

Whatever, I'm not wearing a jacket. So there.

Am I always so mature and sensible? Yes. Yes, I am.