The time flew by, you and Peter hung out more. Shelley asked you to help her out with some homework from time to time, but only ever on campus. Roman would talk to you a few times a day, he even stopped by your work a few times. Sometimes you found yourself waiting in anticipation for his green eyes to come around the corner or peek over your locker. It was nice to finally have a life start taking shape and those who were in it...made it better. Soon the day of the full moon arrived and your excitement grew to see if your friend actually changed or not. You ate your apple and headed outside, Peter was leaning against the stone wall so you walked over, smiling at him. You waved as you walked down some steps. He waved back, "Hey, ready to listen to Myers drone on in class?" You laughed, "Of course, it's the highlight of my day."
Roman walked up from behind you, "You mean it isn't me?" Turning to look at him, your lips twitched into a smile, "Well, I mean, come on. Who could top a middle-aged professor working at a high school?" You laughed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Do the reading for Pisaro?" You shook your head and took a bite of your lunch as Peter answered, "Nah, we watched the movie." Roman nodded, "You know, I can never keep the Bronte sisters, straight. Which one do fat goth girls learn to masturbate to?" You bit the inside of your cheek, the comment kind of hitting a nerve you didn't think he would ever hit.
Peter noticed and replied sarcastically, "Why do I get the feeling that the only reason you talk to me is the way people look at you when you're talking to me." The three of you looked around and noticed all the staring. "Oh, it's more than half," he replied as the two of them chuckled. Peter shook his head, "Thing is we don't have the same problem." Roman looked over at him, "Which is?" Peter talked over his shoulder as he walked away, "You're only bored if your boring." You tried to contain a smirk as Roman removed his arm from your shoulders, laughing a little nervously. The comment obviously upsetting him a bit. You through your apple core away and tugged on his jacket sleeve, "Come on, Roman. Let's get to class." He nodded, his arm again wrapping around you, "Alright, alright."
During class, you noticed him slip a note to Peter, he stiffened as he read it. After the bell rang you ran to your locker, "So what did it say?" Peter grunted, "He wants to watch too." You nodded as the two of you watched him walked away down the hall. The walk to his house was quiet, "You okay?" He nodded, "Yeah...just preparing. Are you sure you want to see this?" You reached over and squeezed his hand, "Of course." He smiled and opened the door for you. Lynda was making dinner already, "Hiya, (Y/N)." You offered your assistance and took over making the dinner as Peter pulled her aside to let her know that Roman would be coming. She freaked out, "He's coming where?" The two talked in raised voices as you tried not to eavesdrop. Lynda came back in the kitchen, "Thanks honey, you can go back to the living room now."
Hesitantly you did just that, Peter's eyes looked wet. You sat on the arm of the chair he was in, "Dinner is gonna be tasty." He chuckled, "Mom's a great cook." He got up and grabbed a few beers. You grabbed one and took a drink, "Thanks...so what do you want to do until he gets here?" Peter shrugged and pulled you into a hug turning the tv on, "Try and relax really." You nodded, leaning your head into his shoulder, "You know... never had any real friends before..." He looked at you softly, "Really? I wonder how come?" You shrugged taking a swig, "Always moving, like you, but I also usually don't like to get close to people. They can cause so much damage." He nodded in agreement, "Luckily, I've met you and Roman." He noticed the way you looked when you said his name, "That was a dreamy look." You blushed slightly, "Nah, your imagining things." He smirked, "Yeah okay...just be careful." You nodded at him as a knock came at the door.
Peter got up hesitantly and opened it. You heard his voice, not having moved from your seat on the couch. Lynda spoke softly from the kitchen, as Peter introduced them to each other, "Hello." Roman nodded, "Hey." He turned and saw you, a slight smirk forming on his face, "(Y/N)." You smiled back, waving slightly. Roman walked over to sit with you but noticed the altar, "Are you Hindu or something?" Peter answered, "The photo is my grandfather, and the statue is Ganesh. The god of new beginnings." He turned to look at his mom, "But I don't think Nicholae ever actually knew that, right?" Nervously he mentioned the joke he had told you previously, "He used to joke about if what he had between his legs was anything like his nose." Lynda came into the room carrying some things, she motioned for Roman to sit. He sat down by you. She offered you and Roman some milk.
You took your glass as she offered some to Peter, he shook his head, "lactic acid." She tsked herself, "Right, Right. It does funny things to the tummy." She continued trying to be friendly towards him, "So, meeting a second friend of Peter's...I'm shocked his been able to make so many. What are your plans after graduation?" Roman said something about his mom buying his way into a decent place and you couldn't help but snort. Peter chuckled as well, Roman licked his lips and fake glared at you. Peter started to act more and more nervous. His mom reached over to comfort him, "He gets so nervous beforehand. It's the hormones." Roman offered, "I have a tranquilizer." Peter refused but his mom accepted, "Just a little. To wet the whistle." Roman took one and then offered one to you. You bit your lip but went ahead and took one, swallowing it quickly.
The music played softly in the background. Peter began to take off his jewelry and Roman asked, "Does it hurt?" He replied smiling faintly, "Wouldn't notice if a bus hit you." You frowned, "Are you...still you?" Lynda answered for him, reaching to grab his hand "He's a good boy. He's my handsome little honeybun." You smiled at her nickname for him. You and Roman sat there watching, after all neither of you had any idea what to expect. Peter began to sweat profusely as the time went on. Soon he began to remove his clothes. You made sure not to stare below his waist, as his mom lead the way outside. Roman let you exit first and then followed, standing beside you. Peter came out last and paced back and forth. You noticed a G tattooed on his side, but Roman mentioned it "What does the G stand for?" Peter quipped, "Go suck an egg." Peter started to get serious and Roman motioned to you as he spoke, "Are we safe here?" Lynda nodded, "Yeah, just watch." You could feel the tension coming from him, so could Roman apparently, as he made a joke, "Ah, darn." You looked at him, "What?" He swung his arm, "I forgot to bring a frisbee." Lynda responded as Peter flipped him off, "Don't joke."
Suddenly, Peter began to jerk and distort. Popping and breaking noises emitting from his body as the change took place. It jolted you into a straighter stance, Roman doing the same. Peter chuckled lightly as it seemed to stop. But it didn't. It got worse. Before your very eyes, Peter's body began to thrash and contort, the snapping sounds never ceasing. You watched horrified as his eyes came out of their sockets to be replaced with animal like ones. His flesh began to tear away revealing the wolf inside of him. Roman gulped and took a step back, his hand reaching for yours as they two of you watch your friend change into his beast. You gripped it tightly as Peter began to rip at his flesh, allowing the wolves face to break through the barrier. Your heart was pounding at the pain that he must be suffering. The wolf shook itself free from remnants of Peters body before eating up the evidence. You were fascinated and terrified at the same time. Roman bent down to him, "Peter?" The wolf snarled and then ran off into the woods. Roman watched completely taken with it, "You have got to be fucking kidding me." Lynda nudged into his arm, "Come on, let's eat. He won't be back til morning." As she set the table she smiled at you, "You're welcome to spend the night. I know Peter would want you to be here when he gets back. The both of you." You nodded and pointed to your bag, laughing slightly "I brought clothes." Dinner was quiet, the two of you still taking in what had just occurred. Lynda said goodnight and left the two of you alone after cleaning up.
Roman watched as you grabbed the bag and went into the bathroom. He had taken off his shoes and jacket by the time you got back from changing into pj's. You moved the coffee table to the side and started to make a pallet. Roman stood up, "You can have the couch, (Y/N). I don't mind sleeping on the floor." You threw him a grin, "I've slept on that couch before. Trust me, I'd rather be down here." He smiled a genuine smile; the one that made your heart flutter faster than a hummingbird's wings. You gulped now self-conscious of the way you looked. Quickly you got up and grabbed some beers. You handed one to him and turned to sit back down in the floor. He sighed, "You know, your ass looks good in those shorts." You rolled your eyes, "Thanks." He smirked and got down in the floor with you, "I mean it." You nodded taking a drink, "Okay." He looked over at you seriously, "You know, my comment earlier about the Bronte sisters...I shouldn't have said that. I also didn't mean to upset you in anyway by it." You looked over at him, "Why would you think I was upset." He smiled a little, "I felt your shoulders tense." You blushed and rubbed the back of your head, "Ah, I see." He took a drink, "I wouldn't include you in that category by the way. I don't think your that fat."
You smiled softly as you looked over at him, "Well, at least one of us doesn't." He tilted his head, looking at you with those green eyes, "You're very smart, kind and you have great tits." You snorted, "Alright, alright. Shush." He chuckled and finished his beer. You turned the TV on and placed the volume at a low level. For a few hours, the two of you spoke quietly about Peter, school, Letha's pregnancy and of course Shelley. He pulled you towards him, "You know, I'm glad you moved here." You nodded starting to fall asleep against his chest, "Me too." He asked softly, running his hand through your hair, "Are you and Peter...dating?" You chuckled lazily, "No, we're just good friends. Why?" He shrugged, snuggling into the pallet next to you; the couch completely forgotten, "I just wondered."