Normal..

[Kaleigh]

"You don't look to hot, bro." Zack said as he sat on his bed and looked at Jeff, who was laying on his own bead across the room.

"I don't feel to hot.... no, let me rephrase that. I don't feel to good either." Jeff replied. He felt like he was burning alive. This was the exact same thing that had happened with Zack, a while ago. When neither of them had known what was going on. Zack was always at a toasty one-oh-eight point five. Roughly. Jeff could feel his own temperature climbing. For the past month he had been hovering around one-oh-one. Now he was going up nearly a half a degree an hour. And his parents were worried. But Zack was firm in saying they didn't need to call a doctor. Jeff was forced to agree and lie that he just felt tired.

"You know, I went through the exact same thing. Trust me it'll be easier if you don't fight it. It'll win int he end anyways." Zack kept his almost to serious gaze on his brothers posture, just waiting for his already slightly trembling hands to start to shake, and for the enraged look to come.
"I don't care. I'll fight as long as I freaking can." Jeff stared at the ceiling, he could feel Zack's eyes on him, and he was beginning to notice other tings to. The smell of his dirty laundry was getting stronger, as was the sound of the TV downstairs.
"Why? There is no reason to be scared. We'll be there for you, Sam and Jacob have been taking extra time as wolves to that they'll be there when you finally go..." Zack Could feel the edge of his twins mind. It was closer then it had ever been. It was almost as if there were a thin layer of plastic wrap separating them. Soon there would be nothing to separate their minds, at least when they were Werewolves.
But there had never been a pair of Twin werewolves, maybe the mind connection would be even stronger.
"Who said I was scared?" Jeff nearly spit. His muscles ached, his joints ached. It had been this way for three days now. His throat felt like it was a desert, his fingers and toes felt like they would drop off at any second. And there was a mounting rage in him that he was having trouble fighting. He remembered when Zack had finally gone wolf. He had been sick for a week, almost unable to make it to the bathroom. He had gotten better. For a day or so he had been normal, if very cranky. Then he had suddenly been mad, Jeff couldn't remember what he'd said but if Sam hadn't been a wolf at the time there was no telling what would have happened. Maybe he'd have the same scars as Emily. Jeff shuddered. And winced in pain. But even this agony was nothing to what it had been hours ago, he was almost there. He felt something brushing the edge of his consciousness, and it wasn't sleep. it was someone. Probably Zack, or Sam maybe. What an odd feeling...
"No one, but I was scared at the time. Still.. don't worry. After a few months it feels perfectly normal -"
"But it's not normal! Your not normal!" Jeff hissed. That was it. HE wanted to be normal. Not a wolf, not part of the group of giant wolves who protected La Push from the vampires. Jeff felt the rage grow when he thought of the vampires.
Zack was silent. Why was it such a big deal for Jeff. Didn't he want to be special? Not to have to age as quickly as others. To be respected? No. Jeff wanted a normal life, a human life. That was understandable. But Zack found it hard. Jeff would probably get over it, when he took his first real run as a wolf. Zack for some reason fantasized about that. The both of them, pelting through the forest. The dense undergrowth streaking by. Two gray and white pelts flashing in the moonlight. Zack wasn't surprised that half the pack was annoyed with him about that, but they understood.
And Jeff would even be bigger. At least in muscle - the downside to phasing first, nothing was heavy it seemed; so he didn't have to worry about gaining muscle. Jeff was well muscled already, not including the extra he was already gaining quickly from turning Wolf.
"Well. Do you want to hear about the Vampire I got?" Zack asked quietly. It had happened the day Jeff started. And he must have heard it five times already.
"Not really, Zack." Jeff muttered, not looking away from t he ceiling.


They sat in silence for ten minutes or so, Jeff in pain, which seemed to be lessening by the hour and Zack who sat there studying him, and sympathizing. It was about six o'clock when there was a soft knock on the door. Clara peeked her head into t he room, her eyes rested on Jeff for a few moments before she looked at Zack.
"Can you drive me to Becka's?" She asked pleadingly.
"Not tonight.." Zack said absently.
"But -" She began to protest.
"I don't want to leave Jeff. You understand don't you squirt?" Zack looked at Clara, his eyes big and round looking - like a puppy dogs.
Clara glared and then started to pout.
"But Becka lives in forks.." She complained.
"And we've all walked there before, it won't be any different this time. Go pack and get going, before it gets dark." Zack said and moved his hands in a gesture that said 'go away.' Clara rolled her eyes, groaned over dramatically and closed the door with more force then necessary. Zack could hear her footsteps retreating down the hall - probably going to pack her swimming bag full of the strange necessities girl;s required for sleep overs.