The rest of your day dragged on. What was only a few hours felt like days. Your back was aching and your mood slowly started deteriorating. It seemed the only sunshine to it was the walk home with your new, although very sketchy, best friend.

Throughout the whole walk she wouldn't shut her mouth. She would ramble, mumble, and scream about all the little details in her life up until the moment she met you. From there her stories stopped but a completely new one sparked.

This story was different from the rest of them, it was filled with words that don't describe adventures but romances. How is it you break bad news to people?

Being as smart as you are, you managed to say a sentence that was crafted to lead her on. Your hooks seemed to sink in real deep. Master of manipulation says one make out session and she'll be wrapped around your finger.

Obviously you both reached your house...eventually. The walk took around an hour because you insisted on isolating yourself in the woods. You claimed you needed all the space to practice your magic and your parents were okay with that. They knew you were lying but they wouldn't be around much anyways.

You sat Jeniveve on the couch and gave her some mangos to snack on while you told the miraculous story of life. Details were kept minimized because all she needed to know was the type of creation you are.

Or does she? Jeniveve never went out of her way to gain your trust why tell her such sensitive information just because she claims to be your best friend? You've barely known the girl less than 24 hours.

She studied you as your thoughts started trailing to better places. Her soft round face, puffy red cheeks, and rosy lips made her look cute. It's no wonder she got you to let your guard down a little easier than most.

Why's she looking at me like that?

It took all of your energy to hold in a disgusted face as to not provoke her. Strange as it is you were ready to spill everything but you don't even know what she is.

There's a certain schema about all the monsters of this world that places a name to each category. Schemas like vampires are too cold to love or werewolves are too temperamental to trust with something fragile. These stereotypes shape the way everyone views another which also separates the monsters into their own groups that mainly consist of the same types.

You stared at her while feeling the quiet taking it's toll. It was deafening to hear nothing at all with a heavy weight of guilt for dragging her to the woods to deliver no truths at all. Finally, you decided to break the silence with a question.

"I'm sorry about this, but I don't trust you enough to give you all my secrets. I exchange knowledge for knowledge and build trust with facts to back it up. Tell me everything about those seven boys."

"Why do you need to know about them? Wouldn't you want to know about me first?"

"We are best friends, there's no need for us to rush the whole learning about each other thing. I need to know about them so I can ensure my safety and probably yours too."

"Okay, I'll tell you their names for now. I can tell you everything I know during lunch," she explained. "Don't forget you owe me information as well. I'll get what I need so my best friend isn't a stranger any longer than she needs to be."

Jeniveve swayed a chunk of hair that fell over her shoulders behind her neck with a gentle push from her hand. In this moment, with the sun beaming a honey glass glow on her skin, Jeniveve looked delicate. She looked so fragile that a single leaf could brush against her cheek and her whole body would shatter.

With sly fingers you pulled your phone up and snapped a quick picture. Just as you guessed, the moment was captured in a silent photo you cherished so deeply. It's been a while since you were able to share a safe space with someone and be so calm.

"Did you just take a picture of me?"

You smiled cheekily and answered, "yes, I did. You know taking a picture makes the moments last forever."

She giggled lightly but it almost sounded like she was singing. Her voice is soothing and low and embraces you ever so tenderly.

This girl will be your downfall. She makes everyone fall in love with her no doubt, or maybe you just needed a friend so badly that your true mission soon became foggy.

~𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚙~

"Okay so there's the leader Namjoon, the oldest Seokjin but he goes by Jin, then Yoongi and his girlfriends call him Suga, then we have Hoseok but he likes going by Jhope or Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung but most people call him V because he eats v- nevermind, and that leaves Jungkook."

"I see," you whispered more for yourself rather than the majority.

Jeniveve turned to the clock and gave a whimper. She admitted her time to leave had finally caught up to her. Although her demeanor showed she was upset, you had a gut feeling telling you her emotions are wavering underneath.

You stood up from the couch and walked the short distance to your door before waving her off. She smiled at you with this overwhelming sense of genuine happiness. Everything about her bittersweet goodbye mixed up the puzzle pieces about the kind of monster she is.

You chalked it up to your uneasiness with strangers and fear of friendship that'll end with a heart shredding fall-out.

I get the feeling that the people watching us weren't solely here just to expose where I've been hiding.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR! I hope you like it.