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by =JoeyLiverwurst, Mar 2, 2011, 1:21:57 AM
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Sometimes what you want for Christmas won't make you happy.

"Roy! So good to see you!" I beckoned my old friend inside and hung up his coat. "How are you?"

"All right," he replied, "but I still can't grow my own coat."

I laughed at the inside joke. Roy and I had more than one common interest, but our obsession was movie monsters. We pored over pre-code comics, and he envied the werewolves even though they always died horrible deaths.

"I see college hasn't changed you," I said with a smile.

"Unfortunately not," Roy sighed. "You know what? I don't want to be a werewolf. I just want to see one. To see one and meet one, and then I'd be happy."

"Really?" I asked, skeptical.

"Really," Roy answered. "I just want to know it's for real, and move on. It doesn't have to be me, or bite me, to satisfy my curiosity."

I paused. I had a surprise for Roy, but it wasn't ready. On the other hand, Roy wouldn't be home again until Easter. I paused longer than intended.

"What?" Roy snapped. "Spill it."

"Four months ago, I went to this breakfast," I began.

"So?" Roy interrupted.

"So, I met this guy, Chad Randolf. We sat opposite each other, and we talked about cars. Mustangs and Thunderbirds."

"Werewolves are interesting. Cars aren't," Roy complained, and I gave him a dirty look.

"Four weeks ago, Abby and I went stargazing," I continued. "Clear night where everything was visible, and not too cold either. The only thing to watch out for was the edge of the cliff."

"I hope there was a full moon," Roy murmured.

"As a matter of fact, there was," I retorted, and he paid more attention. "I looked down over the edge of the cliff, and I thought I saw a wolf."

"Nice!" Roy shouted, as if that were the end. "I wish I'd been there."

"I got out my grandfather's binoculars for a closer look, but the wolf was gone," I elaborated.

"Too bad."

"Instead, Chad was there, pulling a sweatshirt over his head."

"Ha!" Roy thundered. "Did you warn him about the wolf?"

"No, he was too busy pulling on a pair of jeans and lacing up his sneakers. Then he got into a blue Ford Escort and drove away."

"Weird. What do you think he was doing getting dressed down there?"

I just stared at Roy until he turned pale.

"Wait. You don't mean…" he trailed off, and I stared at him some more. "Seriously?"

* * *

Chad lived alone in a small house on the other side of town. We approached the front door not long after dark. On the way to the door, we passed a blue Ford Escort. The tires were muddy. Roy was shaking.

"Now remember, I've only met him once. Play it cool," I instructed, and rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and Chad stood there in a jean jacket, silhouetted against a den lit by only the television set. His eyes adjusted almost immediately to what little light there was outdoors, and he smiled. "Scott! What are you doing on this side of town?"

He didn't look much like a werewolf. He was tall and slightly heavy-set, with a humble smile and several large moles on his face. He looked like a farm boy turned yuppie, but back to farm boy for the weekend. I realized he had asked me a question, and here I was studying how much he looked like a movie monster.

"Oh, I just wanted to introduce you to an old friend," I explained. "I was telling Roy here how much you know about cars," which was technically true.

"Aw, shucks," Chad demurred. "Why don't you guys come inside and sit down? It must be cold out there."

"Scott says you're a werewolf!" Roy burst out, and Chad went from bashful to ashen.

"Yeah," he admitted, and right away regretted it. "Wait, what? How did we go from cars to werewolves?" he demanded.

"That's not exactly what I said," I sputtered. "Hey, uh, why don't we go inside, and we're going to laugh so hard about everything, once I explain."

"Bite me!" Roy screamed, his shirt sleeve rolled up and his arm bobbing up and down in the inadequate moonlight.

"You and your friend need to get out of here," Chad muttered at me, not making eye contact.

"Chad, please let me explain," I pleaded as the door slammed shut. I stood there for a minute, mortified, as if the door would open again, or a window, or a bottomless pit to swallow me up and save me the embarrassment. But not even a cricket interrupted the awful, awkward silence.

I finally forced myself to look at Roy. "You heard him," I said. "Let's go."

* * *

Back at my apartment, we sat in silence. Roy stared at the ceiling, and I tried to read a book. After an eternity, I gave up, and almost smiled.

"I just realized," I announced to Roy, "you actually got your wish."

"Yeah," Roy agreed, staring off into space. Suddenly, his eyes focused, and he wrinkled his forehead. "No offense, Scott, but don't you think you could've handled that better?"

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I came up with this over the holidays but have been slow to post it here.

Critique by ~shadowsmokeandfire Dec 23, 2012, 11:50:09 PM

Hey man, nice to see you again! Anyway, this story was hilarious! When it started out with that whole line about what you want not really being what you want, I thought it was going to be some sappy romance or something. Thankfully, those fears were dashed on a rock. Roy is absolutely hilarious, like an excitable kid meeting his favorite action hero and asking him to demonstrate his power. The only comment I have is that maybe, you could talk about how they used to spend time looking for the werewolves, but after they grew up, it was put on the back burner for more important things.

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Critique by ~crazy-poet808 Jul 24, 2012, 4:27:57 AM

I liked this story a lot

Especially since it's about mystical creatures and so forth (My infatuation would be vampires xD) so let me go over my ratings

Vision: I saw the story clearly, very nice. Though there was a little unclear moment in the beginning yet the image came back as i kept reading, so youre good there.
Originality: i only gave a 3 since this IS a werewolf story, many people write stories about werewolves. Along with the plot of knowing/suspecting someone of being one and stuff.
Technique: Overall layout is general, format of the plot is also pretty common but it was good. This was one of the better ones ive read.
Impact: Not only did i find this a good story to read, it grabs the attention of the reader enough so that they would want to read more but they MIGHT have a hint since it has a hint of cliche details. But i loved this

Im a sucker for cliche things by the way so nothing bad

Great job!

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~Bracey100 Mar 26, 2013 Professional Digital Artist

Oh man! And this is why you cant share some stuff with even you best friends! That was the best werewolf meets nerd story of all time!

=JoeyLiverwurst Mar 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks, Bracey! Roy and Chad each got his own sequel, in case you're interested.

~Bracey100 Mar 27, 2013 Professional Digital Artist

Send me some links and I'll gladly read them. They kinda remind me some fun stuff like John Dies at the End. I could read a novel with these guys as the protagonists.

~ScathMactire Mar 21, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

chad is really close to my name...

=JoeyLiverwurst Mar 21, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I had to tweak his name to protect his privacy.

~ScathMactire Mar 22, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

its kinda funny for a certain reason

=JoeyLiverwurst Mar 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Care to explain?

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Holy cow! Thank you so much!

~SergioPricklywolf Jun 2, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I love the ending there, do you find yourself not feeling like the story is complete until you can think of a wry closing line? I do quite enjoy humor as a capstone to a story.

Roy is kind of a tool, though. Sheesh. Easy man, be cool...

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