I picked up the receiver and lightly said, "good evening?"
"Anthony!" the voice said. I quickly identified it as Chris's.
"Hey," I said, puzzling through why he might be calling. "'Sup?"
There was a long pause. "Aaron and I broke up."
That was not on my list--I was guessing abysmally that night. "Are you okay," I asked, not needing feign sympathy.
"No," Chris said, breaking down. I let him cry for a moment.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He came over for the night and we...he...just...said he didn't want to do this anymore and stormed out."
"Where are your parents?" I asked.
"Other side of Lake; business." He mumbled.
"Do you want me to come over?" I asked. By rights I should have been offering comfort to Aaron since I was his friend before he started dating Chris, but rights and logic didn't seem to be themes for the night.
"No," He mumbled. I heard him breathing deeply. "I want Aaron to come over. But that doesn't make any fucking--"
"Relax," I said. "He's as moody as you are emo. This might look different in the morning." I knew that that sounded hollow--I was striking out all over.
"Anthony?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for holding things together."

Amanda~
Pain.
Numbness.
Bright darkness.
There was a Werewolf in my bed.
No, in the alley. Coming for me. I tried to move but my wounds and the sheets held me in place. Sheets. Bed. Must have been bed. There couldn't be a Werewolf in bed because I'd been attacked in an