Friends, or lovers? Lovers... or friends?
The sweat made her clothes clung to her body, her hair was hanging in messy stripes of wet and... the sweet smell of blood hanging in the air. Walls that closed around her, leaving nothing behind, only crushing, pressing hard against her, bones cracking, moans of pure pain...
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Amanda Saunders shook with fear and tried to calm herself down a little, her breathing ragged and hairs on end, this goddamn nightmare was freaking her to the sceevies because of the klaustrofobia she'd been dealing with since her childhood years.
The fear of being caught or caged made her eyes water and fill to the edge with tears, that was so horrible... Try to be independent and caged up at the same time. Not too easy, I'm afraid.
However, Amanda dealt with this klaustrofobia of hers and as usual when something was bothering her, she put her waist-long dark brown hair in a high bun to be able to think.
"So, I've been having this nightmares." Good girl, captain obvious strikes again...
"And they're bothering me!"
No shit, Sherlock.
"So, why do I dream about being crushed like an insect, huh? Am I a fucking masochist? Do I look like one?!"
She was starting to get irritated with herself. She wasn't really up to some fan-fucking-tastic astro-science... Hrm. This was only a stupid dream!
She sighed heavily and swung her feet over the bed.
"Rise and shine, Amanda." She mumbled as she made her bed and turned the lights in her room on.
It was already 9 PM and she didn't want to get late for school, third year in high school certainly wasn't easy enough.
Sleepily, she made some coffee, careful not to wake her roommate and then she did her everyday morning routine.
Brushing her teeth, brushing her hair, putting some perfume to her snow white neck and put some mascara on. Ready to go...
Oh wait, she'd forgotten she didn't want to show up in school in pajama pants...
Sexy and I-just-woke-up-and-forgot-to-change didn't really got along with each other.
Still, she couldn't quite forget the thought about her nightmare. Luckily, it was pushed as far back in her head as possibly.
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Jasper Gray growled angry when his mother woke him up that early on wednesday morning, just to say hello with a girlish grin.
"And WHAT do ya want?" He said in a grumpy voice, trying to ignore that stupid giggle of hers.
"Don't be so grumpy and sleepyheaded! Get up, rise and shine, carpe diem, whatever the humans call it it's time for breakfast."
His wolf wanted so badly to grow a snout and bite her in the ass or something, but instead he just shook his head and got on his feet.
"Besides, mom, I'm 26, I can make my own food." He sighed, knowing it was a hopeless fight. His mother would never let him cook since the last time... Even if it was 20 years ago.
"You don't try to set pack land on fire again, or I'll have to shoot you, big bad wolf."
Her loving voice took an undertone of warning.
"Just so you know... Jassi-darling."
She cooked the reast of the scrambled eggs in silence, only smiling slightly when she heard him sigh.
"Busy work? I know, I told you that you shouldn't have accepted that teaching job at high school! Third year students can be so noisy and they don't listen, just like you."
