We were running, that’s all we’ve ever done, and yet, I will never get used to it. The sand dune was huge, Thomas laced his fingers with mine, pulling me towards him when we reached the top.
“There they are” Thomas finally spoke as we peered into the distance.
“ That’s where we’re going “ The wind brushed through our hair-
“Oh my god” my boyfriend Dylan yelled as he started to fall back. I was then when I realized our hands were still intertwined.
“ Shit, no Dylan!” I exclaimed as I too fell back landing on top of him.
“ Thomas! Y/C/N!” Ki Hong screamed.
“ You dick!” I chuckled shoving him slightly.
“ I’m sorry baby!” Dylan said with a kiss to my nose.
“ What’s with the ‘Rat Man’? “Minho asked us quietly as Janson walked away.
“ I don’t know but I think he’s on Game Of Thrones” Dylan calmly stated not even breaking into a smile while Kaya bent over with laughter.
“Oh my god! Can I get your autograph? I love that show!” I screamed running after Aidan.
The sound of the choppers grew nearer.
“ Get Down! Everybody hide, hide!-” Thomas frantically running-
“Fuckwhere?!” I bent over laughing. Looking up, I saw Dylan smiling at me.
“ Get Down! Everybody hide, hide!-” Thomas frantically running-
Everyone began running in different directions again.
“What did we talk about?!” Dylan yelled. It startled me, I clumsily tripped over my foot and fell.
“ Mother, shit, fuck!” I wailed.
“ Baby?!” Dylan called running in my direction. Once he saw I was on the ground, he burst into a fit of laughter.
“No! Y/C/N! I will avenge you!” he crawled towards me.
“ Shut up!” I said before pulling him into a kiss earning a chorus of ‘aww’s’ from the cast and the crew. Dylan and I lifted up our middle fingers to them, flipping them off. Earning a chorus of laughter from the team.
you know that feeling when you realize that you’re so fucking gay and just want a cuteass girlfriend to cuddle with and tell stupid jokes to and go to early morning coffee shops with and fall asleep on top of and take weekend car trips with while listening to the most cliche songs and singing at the top of your lungs
and then you remember that you’re not out yet and have no clue how to even find said girlfriend
So this is probably the best story to come out of my trip and it’s a little more unbelievable than the others, so it gets it’s own post.
Background: I’m a teacher in a school with a Mandarin Immersion Program and we’re sister schools with this school in China. I’m teaching there for two weeks. While there, the families of our students take us out once a week. (The families fight over us and everything I hear.) Most of the time these families take the westerners out to experience traditional Chinese culture and invite them into their homes. Most teachers went to shrines, museums, or teahouses. It’s really neat and I was hoping to see some of the same.
Things did not turn out that way.
I go with a young boy in my class and his mother to the museum where we meet six other students. All the teachers start their trip at the museum and I did it with seven teenagers and one mother. It was nice, but we went through it so fast when my student asks me if I’m afraid of ghosts. The next place they’re taking me to is a haunted house. (FYI we’re in the city, I haven’t seen a house in days.) He asks me if I’m scared of ghosts and I play it off like, ‘well, maybe a little, haha.’ Next thing I know, five of the seven kids and I are getting into a taxi and we’re leaving the adult to go to a haunted house.
No one tells me much of anything because of the language barrier and I’m semi freaking out about being separated from the adult and becoming The Adult when I don’t speak the language or know anything about anything. 0.0 These kids take me to the corner of a street and then we’re going down into an abandoned, derelict subway station with broken escalators and ceiling panels missing to reveal exposed wires and super sketch underground elements you would expect in such a place. (Why couldn’t this be a teahouse?) It’s an abandoned subway that looks as sketch as sketch can be, when all of a sudden we turn a corner and there’s a nicely lit arcade? And a place for drinks, and kids playing Jenga????
We go into this place that’s neat and clean and chill looking called Ghost School and the kids are ready to go through the haunted house after buying bands. There are three girls, one boy student, and me. I am the adult. I do not speak Chinese. I can say a few phrases and that’s it. They take forever to get tickets and the first time they try to go into the house two of the girls freak the heck out and run out to buy extra ghost protection badges that keep the actors/ghosts from touching them.
Over the next five to eight to maybe ten minutes we make a couple more attempts into the house and the two girls are really scared, and eventually the third girl and boy student get too freaked out and refuse to go in. I’m trying to encourage them and help them get through it, but there is no helping these kids who are scared out of their minds from a cheep knock off FNF jump scare haunted house. They refuse to go in and then I ask if I can try it by myself. They’re super afraid for me and at this point no haunted house can scare me because I’m The Adult in this situation that doesn’t know what the F is going on or what is going to happen next or what people are saying. Ghosts are nothing compared to my cleverly concealed anxiety.
The haunted house is a cakewalk. People come up say creepy things in Chinese to me and I congratulate them with thumbs up and encourage them to keep trying their best, all the while smiling. These people did not know what to do with me. I did not flinch once. Dead bodies jump scares, screaming people chasing me down the halls…ha, I pay taxes, you can’t scare me with those things! The branches in the cemetery pulled out my hair and I had to crawl through a well and a tunnel in a dress, but it was fun and I liked it. Didn’t get scared though.
I walk out, long hair a mess, looking every bit the part of a mad grinning westerner in China; I was the scary one. I meet the students put up my hair and they’re so star-struck at this point. “Teacher, you’re so cool.” They get me this card that proves I made it through and all take pictures with it. We walk around, have dinner, I go back to the hotel and the next morning all the teacher are sharing their stories from tea houses and shrines and showing pictures and then there’s me.
‘Oh, these teenagers took me to an abandoned subway’s haunted house. No big deal.’
BY FAR THE BEST THING I ENCOUNTERED IN THE ENTIRE MUSEUM WAS THIS FUCKING INTERACTIVE CRAVAT-TYING TUTORIAL LIKE-!!
CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE THIS SHIT????????
Ahem. So I now have the most authentic historical (and firsthand) knowledge about how OFD Sherlock would have tied his cravat (he favors the style on the left obviously, the Gordian Knot), and of course, most important of all, how sailor John UN-ties them… 😏😏😏
“Y/N you know I would if I could, but I can’t.” Seth, my boyfriend, explained for about the thousandth time.
“Seth, why can’t you tell me?!” I asked, getting more irritated with his secrecy.
“It’s not my secret to tell, Y/N!” he said.
“Okay, you’re making no damn sense! If it has something to do with you, it is your damn secret to tell! Come on, Seth.” I begged one final time.
“Y/N, I just can’t.” he said with a sigh.
“I’m done with this shit, Seth. Both you and Leah started keeping some big ass secret that y'all don’t want to tell anybody and so, I’m done.” I said, pushing myself off of the Clearwater’s couch.
“Y/N, please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you.” Seth pleaded, grabbing my hand.
“We’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other, Seth. I haven’t ever kept anything from you, I expected the same.”
With that, I grabbed my stuff and walked out the door.
I stayed at home all weekend, not doing my traditional Saturday movie with Seth. I didn’t know if we were broken up or just in the middle of an argument or what, but it sucked.
One thing that did give me some happiness is that Seth didn’t give up. He was relentless. For the past two days, he had blown my phone up with texts and even more calls.
I heard a knock on my door while I was getting ready for school Monday morning.
I knew who it was before I got there but my heart still did a little leap when I opened the door and saw him again.
Even though he looked like shit.
“Y/N.” he said, taking me in.
Hell, I probably didn’t look too good either.
See, when I said that I was getting ready for school, I actually meant I was frantically looking for my last pair of black sweatpants and my hair hadn’t been properly combed/brushed in the past three days.
“Seth, its good to see you.” I said honestly.
“You too, baby.” he replied.
“Y/N, I’m ready to tell you.” he said, extending his hand out.
I took it without hesitation.
We hopped in his mom’s car and started back towards the reservation.
Seth led me to a patch of woods not far from Sam and Emily’s place.
He took my hands in his.
“I know this is unfair of me to ask, but please don’t freak out when everything is out in the open.” he laughed, nervously.
“Seth, come on. It can’t me that bad, can it?” I asked, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles.
“Well…..” he laughed.
“You’re a dog person, right, baby?” he asked, walking away from me.
I looked behind me to check to see if there was anybody to help my poor little Seth, because he had apparently lost it.
“I mean yes, but I don’t see how that has anything to -” I turned back to see a gigantic, sandy colored wolf in front of me.
“Oh, my holy shit!” I screamed.
And I guess the universe thought this was some low budget, horror movie shit because my dumbass literally tripped over my own damn feet.
The wolf didn’t try to pounce or attack or anything. He just looked at me.
Then he started backing up and retreated back into the woods.
I took this time to run back to Emily and Sam’s.
I ran into their house, where all of our friends were.
“Guys, I just saw this big ass wolf out in the woods. It was like, I don’t even fucking know! And, I don’t even know what the hell happened to Seth! I think it might’ve eaten his ass!” I explained, breathlessly.
Just then, Seth came running up to the house.
“Holy shit, Seth! I thought that thing ate you!” I told him as I forced him into the tightest hug I could give.
“Y/N, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about.” he said, shuffling me back to look at me.
He took me out to the porch steps.
“Seth, that big ass wolf might come back.” I said, frantically looking over my shoulder.
“I don’t think it will.” he said, pulling me down to sit with him on the step.
“Baby, that wolf was actually me.” he said, completely serious.
"What?” I asked, I must’ve heard that wrong.
“I’m that wolf. I’m a werewolf or shapeshifter, if you will. All of us are: me, Leah, Paul, Jacob, Jared, Quil, Sam, all of us.“ he tried to explain.
"Seth, baby. What in the actual fuck are you talking about?” I asked, extremely worried about my boyfriend’s mental
Seth, with the help of Leah, explained everything to me and Leah assured me that the wolf today was in fact Seth.
"Holy, shit.” I said, exhausted from today’s event.
“I know it’s a lot to take in and I get if you just need some time or whatever you-,” he started.
“So, you, Seth Clearwater turn into a giant, vampire fighting, wolfie soldier at will?” I interrupted.
“And we’re kinda soulmates,” he laughed.
I sat there, in between the Clearwaters, who were werewolves, in front of a house full of werewolves.
“So, like, are you going let me ride on your back or what?”