Thinking of you
“Miku? Are you even listening to me?” Gumi reached across the table and tapped her pen on the top of the spaced out girl.
“Sorry, what were you saying?”
“I was talking about physics, but I’m guessing that’s too boring for you. Why do you keep staring at that table, this is the second day? If you want to light it on fire just ask?” Her friend turned to look at the table that sat closer to the back of the shop, surrounded by shelves of crystals.
Miku bit her lip and sighed. “It’s just the table where I met the vampire the other day.”
“Wait, you did meet her?!” Gumi let out a whispered scream. “I thought you said it was too risky.” She hushed herself to a whisper even though they were the only two people in the shop other than the shop owner.
“It was risky but I think it was worth it.” Miku crossed her arms, letting the dark tank wrinkle against her skin. Her eyes kept lingering on the table then toward Gumi. “I just keep thinking about her.”
The two sat in silence, letting their hands rest on the table. Gumi stared at her friend, biting the inside of her cheek while thinking. “Alright, let’s lay this all out.” She crosses her legs letting the jeans fold and stretch against her thighs, her hands came together and interlocked with each other. “Why do you keep thinking about her?” Gumi stares, letting her bangs cast over her eyes.
“I don’t know, I guess I was hoping to hear from her again. I still have a lot of questions about her vampire lifestyle.” Miku looks up into space, her index finger tapping on her chin.
“Is that all?” Her eyebrow raised, causing Miku to shift uncomfortably.
“Y-yes. Why are you being so weird?”
Gumi sighed and relaxed her demeanor. “I’m making sure you aren’t getting your snoot in trouble.”
“I can obsess over one thing just because I want to be an asset to my pack.” Miku answered her flatly.
“Well if you want to talk to her so badly then shoot her a message, I’m sure she has some sort of social media?”
“She doesn’t, she literally didn’t even know what hashtags do,” The shifter groaned in remembrance of the last meeting. Teaching Luka how filters work and hashtags and how it makes things easier to find. Though looking back, the memory of her phone in her own hands and then in the pale hands of Luka before departing from one another. “I… do have her number.” Saying it slowly, Miku jumped in her chair to reach down next to it for her bag.
“You had her number the whole time? Why didn’t you message her?” Gumi asked.
“I was too nervous to do so at first but then I forgot, with midterms coming up I just got too caught up.” Miku pulled the iPhone out and unlocked the device. “What if she doesn’t respond?”
“Well she’s never going to answer your questions if you don’t text her at this point, and you’ll fail physics too if you don’t hurry up and stop wasting study time.” Gumi used her pen to tap on the edge of the phone giving her a look.
“Alright, alright.” Miku opened a new text thread with the ghoul’s contact. Her thumbs danced on the screen typing and retyping a message, from asking how she’s been to a casual ‘whats up?’ Nothing seemed to feel right to message the pretty woman, it all seemed like small talk and that was something far from what Miku wanted. Looking up from the phone, the table was centered in her gaze. A soft smile caressed her lips while she switched apps to the camera, her index and thumb pinching and zooming on the screen to ensure the table had taken up the full image.
Once satisfied with the image of only the table and edges of the bookcases that house’s crystal around the table. Miku went back to the messaging app and opened the text draft to Luka, biting her lower lip while typing the message. 'Thinking about you.' Then hitting the green send button, the werewolf couldn’t handle watching her phone anymore waiting for the possibility of a message back, she placed the screen down against the wooden surface and picked the pen back up. “I messaged her.”
Her green haired friend looked up from the current problem she was solving, “what?”
“I messaged Luka.”
“Oh so that’s her name,” Gumi noted. “I hope she messages back.”
“Me too.”
“What did you send to her anyways? I know you’re terrible at starting things.” Gumi chuckled before taking a sip from her water bottle.
“It’s between me and her,” Miku winked while Gumi frowned.
“Well finish your homework at home then, your silly blood sucker has wasted all our study time,” She checked her watch before looking back up to her friend. “Tonight’s a full moon, so I gotta cut you free early.”
“I know, I know. Thanks again for letting me talk to you about it. If I talked to my brother about it, the whole pack would know.”
“Yeah, yeah, anytime.”
The high schoolers had shuffled their papers and books into the clothes bags before swinging them over their shoulders. Gumi had always had her friend’s back and discussed ways to help Miku copy her work before class the next weekday. The shifter always in return thanking her witch friend and promising to babysit her younger sister when she wanted free time to see boys.
The two bid farewell to each other before separating for the evening, Gumi to her family to enjoy a night in, and Miku to her own. The turquoise haired girl was occupied with thoughts of the full moon; she felt annoyed with how a space rock floating around earth had control over her own body at least once a month. It was scary to turn into a beast and become one with inner demons that always wanted to cause harm. Young werewolves like herself, had been known to be unpredictable and harder to handle due to the unstable hormones that run through their blood.
“Stupid fucking moon.” Miku cursed before kicking a rock down the sidewalk. The frustration felt like a dark cloud that hung her head low and made the low rumble dance in the back of her throat. The sun setting had glowed and gave a golden hue across the land, humans were able to value how pretty it was except for herself. It was the ticking clock till the moon’s showtime.
A long shadow casted behind the shifter, drowning out her own and making the warmth of the sun disappear on her back. With her head hung low, Miku didn’t notice at first the warmth was gone but her phone had buzzed bringing the teen out of the head funk she was in.
‘It’s just a dusty rock.’ -Luka
Her eyes widened with the realization that Luka knew what she was talking about. Miku stopped on the sidewalk, blinking while the screen slowly darkened due to lack of activity.
How?
Opening her mouth slightly, the smells of the night grew stronger as the sun set. Through the familiar rose and sweet scent tickled the top of her mouth. Her eyes looked to follow the shadow that kept growing larger as the sun dipped below the earth.
“I think your senses are broken, pup.”
‘Luka’