Y/N's POV:
I opened the box of Pocky and placed one between my teeth by the chocolate end. "C'mon. Don't take all day." I chided him. Laurence hesitantly took the other end in his mouth and started eating it. I did the same, and as we drew closer, he pulled away. "Y/N, one. Laurence, zero~" I said in a sing-song voice. He pouted and took a second Pocky. "My turn." Taking the cookie in his mouth, he angled his lips to tilt it up. "Hey!" I shouted. "That's cheating!"
"All's fair in love, war, and Pocky game."
"I hate you sometimes."
"Oh, I know~"
I managed to take the other end of the Pocky and chopped down the stick. Our faces drew closer, and our lips brushed against each other. I refused to back down, and so did Laurence, so it turned into a long and passionate kiss. Laurence pulled away first again, and I blushed. "W-who got that point?" Laurence looked around, embarassed. "Let's call it a draw." I nodded slightly and set down the Pocky box when we heard the door being opened. We quickly sat down and put on a cooking show as his father entered the house. "Laurence! I heard from Cadenza that Y/N Is back in town and she's spending the night. Is that true?" I stood up and waved at him. "Hello, again, Mr Zvahl." He smiled at me and walked up, shaking my hand. "Welcome back, my dear. Please, stay here as long as you like. Laurence needs someone to set his head straight." "Dad! Please!" I laughed as Laurence sat and fumed at his father's remark. "Aww, lil Laurence." I said, bending over and looking him in the eye. "Don't worry. I can do more than set you straight. I can love you." He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Umm... is there something you two haven't told me?" I giggled as I willed my ears and tail to appear. "Well, for one, I'm a werewolf." Mr Zvahl gasped and looked slightly betrayed. "Why weren't we told about this?" "Well, my parents weren't sure how you'd react, so we hid it. Anyway, for another-" Laurence cut me off and finished the sentence for me. "We're dating now." His father smiled and gave him a thumbs up before walking off to his bedroom. I sat back down on the couch... well, kind of. In reality, Laurence pulled me into his lap and hugged me from behind as we watched the cooking show. I sat there blushing until he decided to get up. "I never took off my uniform. Ima go change." I smiled to myself and stood up, following Laurence into his room. "Um, Y/N? Why are you in here?" "You're my boyfriend now. Can't I watch you change? Just keep your boxers on, please." He blushed and took off his uniform pants and slipped on some fluffy red plaid ones that I gave him. When he took off his shirt, I couldn't help but stare at his toned six pack and tanned skin. "Whatcha lookin at?~" I quickly averted my gaze and stared at the bows on my knee socks. "N-nothing..." "Mhmm. You were looking at my abs, weren't you?" He said, leaning in and placing a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "N-no! Just... admiring... your.... bed! Yeah, your bed! It looks really comfy!" Laurence snickered and placed a soft kiss on my lips. My hand subconsciously drifted to his shoulder and down his chest, tracing the outline of his fore mentioned six pack. He chuckled lightly. "So, you were looking at it~" I pulled away and poked him in the gut. "Shut up!"Laurence laughed and walked over to his closet, pulling out a green long sleeve that read '#Salty'. I laughed quietly as he put it on.  "What are you laughing at?" He asked curiously. "Well.... your shirt is lying. You are in no way salty." I smiled. "Oh, really? Taste your lips." Confused, I licked my lips slightly, and was surprised to taste salt. "Why you... oh yeah. We just had popcorn... heh." I blushed in embarrassment and looked at the floor. Laurence looked at his vanity mirror... "Wait, why do you have a vanity?" He chuckled. "Do you think this perfect complexion comes naturally?" He said, tying his longish hair into a little ponytail. "Laurence... that hairstyle.... it looks good on you." "R-really?" I chortled at his stutter and stepped toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Hey Laurence?" "Yeah, Y/N?" I closed my eyes and swayed slightly.
"Do I look lonely?
I see the shadows on my face
People have told me I don't look the same
Maybe I lost weight
I'm playing hooky with the best of the best
Put my heart on my chest so that you can see it, too..."
Laurence smiled warmly and pulled out his phone,  typed something in, and suddenly, Death Of A Bachelor started playing. "Is that what you wanted?" I nodded and smiled. We danced to the music and went back down to the living room once the song ended. I rested my head in his lap while we watched the Hunchback Of Notre Dame, and he stroked my head right between my ears, making me relaxed. I stared at the scars on my arm, remembering exactly how each of them happened and why. Laurence suddenly paused the movie and sat me up. "You're thinking about them, aren't you?" I looked down and nodded. Laurence grabbed my arm and looked at it, then started gently kissing each individual scar. "You're beautiful. *kiss* Strong. *kiss* Brave. *kiss* Kind. *kiss* And so much more. I'm lucky to have you at all." As he did this, I couldn't help smiling. He took my other arm and did the same thing, quietly complementing me with each soft kiss. As he worked his way up my arm, I suddenly began to feel warm and fuzzy. A ball of heat formed in the pit of my stomach, and I jumped. I screamed in my head. 'Nonono! Why right now? Of all the times to go into heat, why now!?'

To Be Contondered...
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Hehehe... I'm a terrible person, aren't I? Cliffhangers are my specialty. That's what makes me such a great author! If you got the reference at the end, you have my platonic love and respect. Anyway, there will be one more part to this miniseries, then we'll be back to the normal stuff. These little four parters will appear at random, so be on the look out! Have a fandom filled day! Nico out!