*Oh My!* {Pete}

[WILLOW CARMICHAEL]

Willow tied her gym shoes tightly to her feet, before grabbing her Ipod and running out the door. The weather kept the girl from swimming, but it would not keep her from being active. If she stayed in the four walls of her house any longer she might have killed someone. Other than herself. She valued her life, at least over her severely annoying brother. The middle child, the second oldest brother, had decided to stay home from work today to study for his classes. Will always thought studying for classes meant reading textbooks and writing notes, her brother used a completely different method. Sit on the couch with a textbook on his lap and prey the words would sink in through osmosis. It was a technique Willow was willing to try at some point in her school career. But not today and not with her annoying brother hogging the couch and the junk food. Boy can that guy eat.

So she had decided to go for a run instead. Of course running through the woods alone was not exactly the best idea. But Willow had to do something to keep her ever so active mind at bay. Will adjusted her hoodie as she kept running through the forest. She dodged the trees and the obnoxious roots. Her feet pushed off the ground at a steady pace. Her feet seemed to move with the beat of her music. Her loud music that could probably be heard from a mile away. This girl was either going to go deaf or die from over use of the body. She just couldn’t sit still nor did she really want to. She was a very headstrong and stubborn individual. Once she set her mind on something there was no changing it. Will kept a steady pace, making sure not to break her stride. There was no way she was going to break this pace. Once she got tired she would have to stop and then she would be alone (and would end up talking to herself). She was a very talkative person and loved being around other people, so being alone in the middle of the woods was not her cup of tea.

The female rounded a tree and came to an abrupt stop. She was now standing in front of an old rundown house. How far did she run? She glanced around and noticed the road just a few feet away. Will made a mental note to pay more attention to her surroundings. Looking back at the house again something clicked. This was Keisha’s house. Willow grinned at herself; somehow she had stumbled onto her friend’s house. Well this was a new adventure. Maybe Keisha was home. It would be nice to spend the day with a friend instead of alone. She slowly ran up to the house, keeping a look out. Willow knew Keisha didn’t live alone and she wasn’t sure how her housemates were. If they were anything like Keisha they would surely get along. Then again Willow was the type to get along with everybody. She just had that outgoing kind of personality.

Willow took her headphones out and turned her music off. Surely Keisha would be happy with the surprise visit. The girl nodded lightly on the door and waited for a response. She tapped her foot and pursed her lips slightly as she waited. A couple minutes passed before Willow knocked again, a little louder this time. But this time the open crept open. The door was unlocked? Hm. Well it did open on its own, which meant the house was welcoming her inside. Yea, Willow would be the first one killed in a horror. Smirking, the girl walked into the house, not expecting to see what was standing right in front of her. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Willow exclaimed in a high pitched voice.

[PETE CATORI]

cause you burn with

the brightest flame

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Things had changed so much around the reservation since he and his black and white wolf sister left all those years ago. Pete turned and moved quietly through the forest. Things were quite a bit different now. His sister now had her own pack, a title given to her by those they had met and protected along their journey. Even their home was nothing like he had remembered. For the first couple of weeks his mind had been reeling from the differences. Though of course Devon didn’t help much either, but that girl seemed to fit right in with this time. Better than he and his sister did anyway. Things were going to take some getting used to yeah, but it was nice to finally be back home. Pete knew that Keisha’s biggest goal had been to find the vampire that killed their parents. Of course, nothing had actually happened in that ball park. On the way though Keisha had also imprinted on a vampire herself. Pete knew he could never fully understand the sheer war and chaos that was going on inside her mind when that had happened, and even though it pained him to see her in such a bad way for months after they had left, he understood why she had to do it. It wasn’t just protecting herself or her pack; it was protecting her imprint too. Even with the laws that no harm shall come to another’s imprint, something was bound to happen if they had found out their fearless leader had imprinted on their natural enemy. Moving soundlessly and easily through the underbrush, Pete made his way carefully back home. His footfalls thudded in a careful cadence as he moved, not really having to think much about where he was going or what he was doing. Today was one of the few days off of work he had. Keisha had just recently got a job, so she was off doing job stuff, and Devon was… well Pete didn’t really know where Devon had wandered off to. Probably the mall, or something like that. Or even last he knew, Devon had mentioned getting a job, but he didn’t know whether to take her seriously on that or not. All in all it didn’t really matter to him. As long as they could get by, then that was really all that mattered, everything else they could manage on their own… (or Keisha could steal but that was a last resort option in his book). Shaking his massive head as the home came into view, Pete’s mouth slipped open and his tongue rolled happily out of his mouth. Picking his pace up to a steady trot, he moved to the back door and slipped inside before shifting back into his human form. Looking around the house as he walked down the back hallway, he suddenly realized just how comfortable he was in his own home. It was a strange sensation for him. Pete was usually a shy kid. But then again, maybe after having shifted like that for so many years, all the while missing clothes, it just came somewhat naturally to him. Of course it wasn’t like he wasn’t still a little self conscious… but that was only around other people. A lot different from his sister who generally didn’t wear much clothing at all. Like ever. Pete could never imagine being that comfortable. But then again, his sister had really just stopped caring all the same too. Reaching the living room, he turned into the door way, heading for the cloths he had left in there when he had decided he was going to go out and explore. Call it laziness because he hadn’t wanted to walk back up the stairs. Just as he reached for his jeans he could have sworn he had heard something outside, and then came a knock at the door. He sighed, and started to shimmy into his jeans. Whoever it was could wait a second. A second knock. And then silence. Pete was about to decide that whoever it was had went away, but just as he was pulling his pants on the rest of the way the high pitched voice told him otherwise. The voice didn’t belong to Keisha or Devon and nether girl would’ve been that surprised. Pulling his pants up the rest of the way he turned to look at the girl in the doorway. At the same moment his icy blue eyes landed on her, his entire world shifted under his feet. The entire ordeal made him completely forget about finishing fastening his pants. Looking at the girl, Pete blushed lightly and opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t find the words. She was absolutely beautiful, and all he wanted to do was be near her and hold her. She smelled sweet but beautiful, like a rose or lavender, but definitely human. It took him a good moment to realize what had actually just happened to him. He’d just imprinted. On a girl who just happened to walk into his house… the world had some pretty weird ways of doing this stuff. “I… I’m sorry…”

[/color] he stuttered over his words, still blushing a bit. Then he wondered for a moment what she was actually doing here. He didn’t recognize her… maybe she was a friend of Devon’s or Keisha’s? He didn’t really know. Of course he wasn’t going to be rude or anything to his imprint either... “Uh… I’m Pete Catori… are… uh… are you looking for Devon or Keisha?”[/color] he managed to get out. Damn why was he so nervous?! There wasn’t a real reason to be was there? But she had after all just walked in on him changing so there might have been. What a great first impression. Of course, as captivated as he was, he still didn’t realize he’d left his pants undone and he still wasn’t wearing a shirt.
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[WILLOW CARMICHAEL]

Out of the many things Willow has done in her life, not once had she felt the true emotion of embarrassment. It was because Will never did anything she regretted. Never did anything that she didn’t want to do or did not intend on doing. All of her actions, whether she admit it or not, was all intentional. This however was not intentional at all. Well the walking into the unlocked house was. She completely meant to walk in and see if Keisha was free to hang out. Yes she was being intrusive and probably breaking and entering. But the door was unlocked so that had to be a loophole in itself. Surely the girl won’t get arrested from walking into someone else’s home completely unannounced. But you never know. Lots of people were sensitive about their business and privacy. Though most of the time people think they have something worth hiding, when in reality they were just being stupid.

But anyways! Back to the whole embarrassment rant thing. The breaking and entering thing was not the embarrassing part. It was walking in on a naked man putting his pants on. Well he was living in his own house, so he had every right to be naked. She on the other hand had no business being there. So she shall not judge. Just have her cheeks go red and happen to stare at the part that male’s used more than their brain. “No, it’s…” Willow stammered out as her eyes stayed glued to his nether regions. “…my fault.” She cleared her throat as she tried to coaxed her eyes to look upwards. It wasn’t like she hasn’t seen a penis before. The girl was a freshman in college for crying out loud. Not to mention she grew up with two older brothers that liked to also walk around the house naked like it was no big deal. When let’s be honest, if your seven year sister is walking around the house you should really put some damn clothes on.

At the sound of his voice once more, Will’s eyes managed to look upwards at his face…and his abs…and wow, his penis did not do him justice. He was hot; the girl had to suppress the urge to let out a sigh. Shaking her head a little, Willow turned around so she was facing the door now. Yes, this would help her concentrate better. Though the images could not be erased from her brain. So she was going to safely lock them away for when she was alone and needed a distraction of the hormone variety. “Willow Carmichael,” She introduced herself, her eyes roaming around the door frame. “I’m looking for Keisha Catori. Your sister, I’m assuming.” A picture of the leggy blonde popped into her brain. She was gorgeous too. What the hell was this? Were they like a family of good looking people with no sense of clothing? Like seriously. Glad to know you guys have bodies but for the sake of those around you, put some clothes on! Though Willow would complain, mentally, if Pete put a shirt on. Pants, yes. Put those on; give her some chance of holding a normal conversation. Will would not have control over her womanly parts or urges if his pants were off. Shirts she would be fine with, give her something to stare at. Yes, she was contradicting herself, but hey she was only human.

Willow glanced around her shoulder at Pete and noticed that his pants were still undone. Oh for the love of god. “Nice, um, package by the way,” Willow complimented as she stared pointedly at his pants. Maybe he would get the hint that, that thing would be very distracting. She turned her head back around so she was staring at the door again. Why couldn’t it just be locked? You know, normal people keep their door locked. Apparently these weren’t normal people. These were good looking, non-clothes wearing people. That just so happen to be blonde and look like they just stepped out of a freaking Abercrombie magazine. Again, not that she was complaining about her predicament. Nor was she really feeling self-conscious. She wasn’t that type of girl either. She really didn’t feel intimidated by their looks. She appreciated the quality of his genes. And she knew that she was beautiful in her own humanly way. She wasn’t a good looking goddess, but there were men at her college just dying to take her out. Not to mention she was a toned swimmer, that had to count for something right?

“I can leave, if you want some alone time.” There oh so many reasons someone would be naked in their own home. And considering he wasn’t wet, he didn’t just come out of the shower. So either he was that free with his body or he was doing something else. Which all the power to him. It is perfectly natural to do that. Almost every human does it. Okay so this was slowly turning very sexual in her mind. Something was going to have to change for Willow to have her mind get pulled out of the gutter…somehow.

[PETE CATORI]

cause you burn with

the brightest flame

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[/color] he answered quickly back, though his voice was quiet. There was that shyness! But really… who the hell was he kidding with that statement!? He was on friggin’ Cloud Nine because he’d left the door open! But, she didn’t need to know that just yet. Eventually, but not yet…
 
Pete watched as the poor girl swung herself around to face the door. Was it bad that he was a little upset by this? He shook his head violently while she wasn’t looking. Just to clear his head. Of all this hazy emotional stuff. Silently he brought both hands to his head, and ran them both through his hair. When she spoke her name his hands lowered slowly, and he looked at her turned around for a moment. Willow. It was a pretty name. It reminded him a lot of his family, their culture. A natural beauty in itself, the name fit her like a glove. Willow. He was going to be saying it over and over in his mind. It took him a moment to realize she had said something else to him. “I… uh… yeah… Yes! Keisha’s my sister…”[/color] he stumbled over every word out of his mouth, bringing a fresh blush to his cheeks. She had to think he was some kind of weirdo after all of this. Well, little did she know…
 
He saw he glance over her shoulder and him and it took him a minute to really put together what she meant. “Oh, crap! I’m so sorry, I didn’t… I forgot…”[/color] Pete decided to just stop talking. It was only going to dig him a deeper hole in this one if he did. Quickly, he fastened his pants the rest of the way, pulling them up just enough to let them rest comfortably on his hips. He didn’t get why guys liked to wear their pants hanging around their asses. Pete knew jeans could make his ass look good, if not better, by wearing them just a tiny bit lower than his hips. Years of keeping up with fashion to blend in did this to you. At her second statement, his cheeks became a deep cherry red. “Uh… no! I… that’s not… it wasn’t like that… I… uh…”[/color] he searched around the room desperately for some sort of excuse. His first instinct was that he was in the shower, but his hair wasn’t wet, so she’d figure that one out. But then his eyes landed on a bushel of clean clothes on the floor. Keisha’s, Devon’s and most importantly, his. Thank the lord for his sister’s major procrastination.
 
“I, uh, just finished up some laundry. I had like nothing clean…”[/color] he answered quietly, shyness kicking in full force all of a sudden. Downright lie! But a good one at that. Course he was making a pretty terrible first impression of himself either way he sliced it. That was probably why the shyness was coming back. Pete was just getting nowhere good any time soon. He offered Willow a small shy smile. “If you want to wait, I’m sure Keisha will be around in no time…”[/color] he said, voice still relatively quiet, something just loud enough for her to hear he was sure. He motioned to the couch, and then shuffled his way slowly to grab a clean shirt of his. “Do you want anything to eat or drink?”[/color] he asked, looking at Willow as he pulled his shirt the right way out and grabbed the bottom hem as he went to throw it over his head. He definitely had to admit. His day was getting a lot more interesting very quickly.
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[WILLOW CARMICHAEL]

“Yea, that probably wasn’t smart on your part,” Willow stated in a teasing tone. Of course it was his fault. If he was planning on being naked in his own house, then he should like the lock. That was only common sense. Obviously strange girls randomly walk into houses when the door is open. Have you seen horror movies? Of course those girls are always killed within the first ten minutes of the movie. It is obviously the house was dark and scary and all around bad. So why would you willing walk into it?! And what kind of person doesn’t hear the ominous music in the background. Or at least in their head. Willow heard music in her head every time she got herself in a dangerous or stupid situation. Of course she ignored it, like the girls in the movie. But Willow was obviously not blonde or a slut. Well she wasn’t a virgin, but that was a conversation for another time.

Will didn’t hear any music from outside or in her head when she walked into the house. Well because she knew if belonged to her friend Keisha. And Keisha was a psychotic killer, so the girl posed no threat to her. And so Willow would assume that her brother would be no different. And this was her brother she walked in on, she had already went over all the reasons why that was. But you never know, some people just might surprise you. But Will didn’t hear any music being around. Okay well maybe she did hear some baby-making music. But nothing that should cause her concern or anything of the sort. Honestly, Will feared more for the boy’s safety than her own. After all, Willow’s hormones were extremely powerful things. But of course, she wasn’t going to jump a stranger. Even though she wasn’t a virgin, she wasn’t a slut either. She knew how to keep her legs closed when it mattered.

The human girl listened to him stutter and stammer his answer. Was it that difficult of a question to answer? Surely he should know who his sister is. Willow definitely knew who her brothers were. Granted the only one that she was relatively sure was related to her would be her oldest brother. He was the most like her. They were both relatively patient with people and tolerant. They had the same sense of humor and the ability to be a leader. All wonderful qualities, if Willow says so. It is her other brother that concerns her. He’s introverted, impatient, and clearly has no sense of humor. Not to mention he just loves to pick fights with Willow for no reason. It’s not her fault she’s pure awesome. He’s just upset that he didn’t get the awesome gene. But regardless, she knew they were her brothers. If it wasn’t for their similar looks and build, Willow would still know. Due to the fact that they all three share the same damn stubbornness. It was the only trait that they all shared.

Then again, Pete seemed to be a normal human being. Minus the whole naked thing. That being sad, he was probably flustered by the abnormal circumstances. Willow had already collected herself and had dirty thoughts running rampant in her head. She was pretty capable of forming a sentence. Then again she wasn’t a normal person. So it only took her a couple of minutes to collect herself and go back to Willow-mode. Yes everybody had a default mode, including her. Of course her default mode kind of scared the normal folks away every now and then. “Of course, ya’ll are just a family of good looking people,” Willow muttered, smiling involuntarily. Her Texan accent was thick and evident in her statement. After all she’s only lived there 18 years of her life, so obviously the girl will have an accent. And sometimes it’s thicker than normal, like right now for instance.

When he pulled his pants all the way up, to Willow’s slight dismay, she turned around to face him again. And now he was just shirtless. That was distracting in itself. His abs was yummy and if she could she would totally jump him. But she was nineteen, almost twenty, and he looked like he was about sixteen-seventeen. So anything she did would be considered rape. Well it would be considered rape if you jumped anyone against their will. Well unless you yelled surprised, in which case a person would be in the clear. For some odd reason, it didn’t really make sense to Willow. The word surprise should not negate the crime of rape. But hey! If Willow yells surprise and then jumps Pete, she would be in the clear. So maybe she wouldn’t mind that rule for this one instance. Just this one. Will’s eyes followed the boy’s and caught site of the clothing. There was a lot of different kinds. Most of it were female things. And there were girly things, things Willow never guessed Keisha would ever wear.

“I can see that…your sister has a lot of clothes…” Willow muttered to herself as she eyed a sparkly purple dress. That really didn’t seem like Keisha’s style. But Willow had just recently become friends with the girl. For all she knew, the woman could have a secret life outside of her mundane one. The one Willow got to see. And laundry seemed like a legit excuse as to why he would be naked. After all Willow walks around in her underwear when she has nothing clean to wear. Actually she does that when she doesn’t want to wear actual clothes. But that’s when she was by herself and the door was locked. Will glanced back at Pete and grinned at him, a big difference from his little smile. “Well, if you don’t mind…” Willow smiled as she walked over to the couch and threw herself on it. She had barely caught what he had said and she guessed he was a generally quiet person, despite the fact that he was free with his body. She looked back over at him just in time to see him put a shirt. Well darn, there goes her distraction. Now she actually had to distract herself…that was work. “Water’s fine,” she answered lightly. She had ran all the way over here and clearly needed to hydrate herself. Something that she didn’t really think about until the naked man finally put clothes on.