Maybe there is a slight chance. - Phelan

Maybe there is a slight chance - Phelan



No longer wanting to be a burden on my parents who had their own problems to deal with I left. I didn't know exactly where I was going but I just knew that maybe somewhere along the way I would find myself again and be who I used to be. I walked all over, hell I even used my wings once my legs couldn't carry me any farther. Within a few days I found myself in my father's home country of Spain.

Quickly I put away my wings and transformed into a wolf, not expecting to instantly run into animal control or the dog catcher.... After they spotted me I took off in a dead sprint trying to escape them. But they pursued relentlessly, finally after so long I traveled up an alleyway and turned back into myself checking to see if anyone saw that. I began to wander around and not watching where I was going exactly I ran literally ran into a local, knocking him over. "Oh god I'm so so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you okay?" I quickly said and offered the guy my hand to help him back to his feet. He didn't seem to mind that a clumsy mutt just knocked him on his ass as he smiled politely and told me it was alright. "Cute smile." the words just slipped out of my mouth and my eyes widened in horror as it hit me that I didn't just think that.... He blushed and muttered quiet thanks and neither of us could look each other in the eyes for a moment. 'Smooth phelan just real smooth just tell a random stranger that you think he has a cute smile. Great you probably just freaked him out.'
I mentally hit myself repeatedly.

Before he could say anything to me after that awkward moment I took off again. Transforming back into a wolf again I didn't think I would run into animal control all over again though. Thinking quickly on my feet I took off sprinting again, only this time instead of some poor local that I ran into my head collided with a statue.

The last thing I saw was of the same local I knocked over, leaning over me and lightly brushing my fur before everything went black. I awoke in a strange room; alright it wasn't a strange room like a sex room or anything I just mean that it was strange to me since I had never been there ever. I looked to my right and saw my wallet, keys, and cell phone on a night stand and I had 4 missed calls three of them were from my mom and the fourth was from Gunther. I sat up and sighed. Damn did I have a headache, feeling as if the room was spinning I collapsed back down against the soft pillows and stared up at the high ceiling, a few moments later I heard footsteps coming closer and the door swing open to reveal the same guy as from before smiling brightly at me. "Oh good you're awake. We've been wondering how long you were going to be out for." he said matter of fact

"Where am I?" I know I know that is the stupidest question that you could ask at the moment but I was truly confused as to where I was and whether or not this person was friend or foe. "My house, I couldn't just leave and let a fellow wolf be taken by animal control. That is inhumane." He took a couple of steps inside the room cautiously. "Who are you?" another stupid question but hey I never got my rescuers name before so it seemed like the perfect time to ask him.

"My name is Ricky. What's yours?" he replied. "Um my name is Phelan Camello." I smiled a half smile and rubbed the back of my head with my hand nervously. 'Good God I hope he doesn't freak out like most other wolves did.'

His eyes got really big and the room became silent. Suddenly he called out the door to someone. "Hey mom! You might want to come here. The guy that I brought home.... Yeah that one well he's a Camello." 'Oh boy now I'm in trouble.' I thought as a woman who looked to be in her early thirties entered the room. "Ricky what have we told you about shouting? It's not proper nor is it polite." She glanced over at her son sternly and then turned her attention back on me. Her cold eyes met mine for an instant and as they did I wished that I could just turn invisible. It was as if her eyes were burning right through me and right into my soul. "So my son says that you are a Camello. Is this true? You do look a little like them but not by much. Who are your parents?" She questioned me.
"Yes ma'am, what he claims is the truth I am a Camello. My parents are Jason Camello and TJ Camello." I quickly replied getting the gut feeling of if I didn't show her respect or answer her questions right away I would be a very dead dog. She raised one perfectly plucked brow at me and then asked in a calm collected voice, "You are Jason Camello's son?" I hoped that my face was showing indifference instead of the fear that was coursing through my veins. I swallowed hard before answering her, "Yes ma'am he is my father."
She smiled at me then lovingly and walked over to the bed that I was sitting up in and embraced me.

I froze in my place, afraid to move. I looked over at Ricky panic clearly in my eyes and I sent him a silent plea that said 'dear God please help me.' Understanding my plea Ricky walked over and cleared his throat making his presence known to his mother who looked up from me to her son. "Mother don't you think that this all must be very confusing to Phelan. You embracing him all of the sudden isn't probably helping his frayed nerves either Mother so how about we leave our guest for now so he can rest and then later on we can get to know him better." He smiled a polite loving smile at his mother. She agreed and then apologized for her behavior, quickly excusing herself from the room. I sighed in relief and looked over at Ricky. "Get some sleep Phelan. You need your rest." He said simply. I nodded and closed my eyes drifting off to sleep rather quickly. The next morning when I woke I was grateful that Ricky suggested the extra sleep, since I couldn't remember the last time I felt this refreshed. I stretched and then decided to explore this new place that I have never been to. I was truly curious about my new surroundings, well that was until I bumped into an irritated man that looked like he was in his mid-thirties with cold eyes that made my blood turn cold. I quickly bowed and instantly apologized for my rudeness and that next time I would be more careful.
His cold eyes turned ice as they met mine and his voice was hoarse as he began to tell me off, "You think you can come into my house and just run into people. Haven't your parent s taught you to watch where you are going boy?" Anger was showing through his words.  "Yes sir, you are absolutely right sir. I am completely sorry sir. It will never ever happen again sir. I will most definitely watch where I am going from now on sir." I bowed again lower this time.

"Now get out of my sight." his voice low and his gaze shifted to where now it appeared that he was above my authority. Everything about him reminded me of my grandfather Jack and once he said those words to me I high tailed it out of there. Again not watching where I was going and ended up colliding with Ricky, knocking him over yet again. "Ah! I'm so sorry Ricky! I really should be watching were I am going so I stop running into people! Are you okay? I am so very sorry for doing this to you yet again." I offered Ricky my hand and helped him up, and then afterwards I started to brush him off. He smiled sheepishly and said, "Don't worry about it Phelan. I am fine so please do not worry about it."  He smiled sweetly at me while nervously rubbing the back of his head as he continued on telling me not to worry. God he had such a hot smile that I couldn't get over, I thought to myself. 'Wow how is it possible that he is so good looking and a nice person when both of his parents are sticklers and not the most good looking people. Man oh man I just can't get over that smile of his. Oh dang he just asked me something. What was it? Damn him and his incredible smile distracting me.' "I'm sorry I was lost in thought. What was your question?" I smiled politely at him, blushing slightly.
"I asked if you would like a tour around the house."

"Oh I would love that! I'm sure you don't want to come to my rescue each time I get lost huh." I blushed a bright crimson. I was always asking him these stupid questions, but it seemed like he didn't mind too much.  I only say this because he gave me that ever so sweet smile I loved of his so much and said, "I wouldn't mind but I can't let you get fed to the wolves now can I?"

"Heheh I guess not. Um speaking of wolves, I don't know why he suddenly popped back into my mind but I ran into a man in around his mid-thirties and he had the feel of that if I ever did that again I would be eaten alive. Who was he if you don't mind me asking?" I asked as he led me down the hallway to begin the tour around their magnificent house. A deep sigh escaped his body.  He had told me that that man was his father. He talked about his father respectfully, but with no love behind his words. It sounded like they had relationship issues and that they didn't get along.   

The way he talked about his father reminded me so much of how my own father would talk about my grandfather Jack, except my father didn't always use the most respectful terms when talking about Jack. The thought of Jason even attempting to talk about Jack in such a respective tone made me chuckle. "What's so funny Phelan?" Ricky stopped in his tracks and turned to meet my eyes with his own. "Oh I'm so sorry. I'm not laughing at you Ricky I promise. I'm laughing at the thought of my father Jason talking so respectfully of Jack as you talk about your own. Their relationship is disastrous at best." Subconsciously I rubbed the back of my head with my hand while I explained why I laughed. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as I kept my eyes focused on his beautiful brown eyes. 'Why is it that whenever I lay my eyes on him I get nervous. I can't like this guy. He's probably some kind of homophobe, seeing as his family is completely traditional. Phelan stop falling in love with people that will break your heart and think that you are a freak.' Ricky smiled his usual smile at me making my heart race. We then continued with the tour, and I learned more about Ricky and his family along the way. I learned that he was an only child so his parents expected much from him, and that they were full bred werewolves not some forbidden mix, like me. After learning that bit of information it made me even more nervous being around him.

Not many purebreds were accepting of mixes such as me. Hell because I'm a mix I wasn't even accepted by my own grandfather. We finished up our tour and had ended up sitting in the courtyard on a bench talking about our families and about ourselves. He was telling me all about how frustrating it was to be an only child since all the pressure was on him and his parent's expected him to marry a nice girl from a wealthy family. I laughed a little and smiled,

"I would rather be an only child instead of having 5 younger siblings that gave you no privacy. I'm the oldest of 6 kids I have only one sister and she's my younger twin the others are all younger brothers. My siblings and I along with our mother aren't accepted by my dad's side of the family so we're kind of a broken family."
Ricky looked over at me, smiled a kind smile, and pleaded, "Please keep going I want to know more about your family. They sound interesting, much more interesting than my traditional family. Please continue, please." I met his eyes, shocked that he wanted so badly to hear about my dysfunctional family.

When I looked in to his eyes I could see that he was genuinely curious about the way my family was. I chuckled slightly and said, "You are truly curious as to what we are like aren't you. Alright I guess I can tell you about my messed up family, but what I'm about to tell you stays just between you and me. You can't tell your parents." He nodded, curious as to why I said he couldn't tell his parents but still agreed to the terms.

"Alright, my family isn't the least bit of traditional. We are the farthest thing from it. Now where to begin? Alright I know where to start. My dad, Jason, he's done everything possible. He's done drugs, stolen, burned down fucking churches, he married somebody that his parents despised, he has cheated, lied, he got into rap and rock, anything bad or untraditional that you can possibly think of my dad has done. My mom, TJ," I paused for a moment and let out a soft laugh,

"My mom grew up like a boy. She learned how to box from the day that she could walk. She started fights, lit things on fire, instead of wearing dresses she would wear pants with the exception of the occasional tutu although it was very un-lady like, she too got into the music business, she learned how to use weapons and fight with the weapons." I paused again, letting the information sink in. Ricky was quiet a moment, and for that moment I was pretty sure I shocked his poor little traditional brain to the point where it couldn't function.

"Wow, alright so what about you and your siblings? Are all of you just like your parents?" His eyes were really big.

"Um, well we're all kinda followed our parents' footsteps. My sister and I went clubbing with our parents when we were twelve years old, my sister developed a crush on our adopted uncle, I'm gay, we're a lot like our parents', my younger brothers that are triplets although Jason isn't their biological father became a lot like him, they're vampires who are dating werewolves, and lastly my youngest little brother is like an exact miniature of our father." I didn't dare look up at him, afraid that he was going to freak out about how insane my family was, and I was also praying that he didn't hear me mention the fact that I was gay.

I never was able to figure out if he had heard me because his mother came in to tell us that dinner was finished. We nodded and followed her into the grand dining room. Silently I prayed that I would remember proper etiquette while eating dinner here as I walked in to the dining room behind Ricky. I sat in the chair that was across from Ricky and next to his mother. The meal was a traditional Spanish meal and eaten in silence. The atmosphere was thick with silence and was very uncomfortable for me, seeing as my family was usually very talkative. Once the meal was finished Ricky's mother attempted small talk with me, but it felt more like an interrogation.

"So Phelan where are you from?" Her cool gray eyes met mine yet again like they had the day before, making me wish that one of the things wolves or angels could do was disappear but no such luck.

"Ma'am I am from Los Angeles, California." I muttered quietly.

"Well then what are you doing so far away from home? What made you want to come to Spain?"

"I recently got out of a bad relationship and wanted to get back how I used to be and no longer be depressed. Well my father is originally from here so I wanted to see where my roots came from and so here I am." I tried to act as if this was the most natural casual thing I had ever done so I just shrugged my shoulders.