Tommy


What a weird dream! It couldn’t possibly mean anything,  but I couldn’t help it. It was getting to me and no matter how hard I tried to shake the images of the dream from my head it wouldn’t leave. I just stared out the hearse window recalling the dream over and over again trying to come up with an explanation. It must mean something but what? It couldn’t be as simple as what had actually happened in the dream. There was no way. Before I figured it out I couldn’t look at Merton without feeling slightly uncomfortable. He was my best friend and yes he was my anchor,  but it was one thing for him to be my anchor and another thing to dream about kissing him.


It wasn’t even just a quick kiss on the cheek it was a long kiss on the mouth. I had never thought of Merton that way or I had,  but didn’t realised it. No this is ridiculous. I don’t fancy Merton, I like girls. There’s obviously a reasonable explanation for my dream not that I like him.


"Tommy what’s the matter with you? You’ve been quite all morning," Merton asked. There was no choice but to turn and look at him to reply.


"I’m just not feeling well," I answered.


"It might be because of the full moon tonight." That was tonight? I was lucky to have a friend like Merton who knew when the full moons were.


"Yeah, that must be it," I lied and turned back around. I had to figure out why I had that dream and what it meant because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to make eye contact with Merton again.


We arrived at School. Merton pulled up into a free parking space. Once we were parked I pushed the door open and climbed out. Merton followed soon after and locked the doors and then we made our way into the building.


Merton


Free period had arrived which gave me more than enough time to find out more about anchors. I headed for the computer room, knowing that it would be somewhat empty. Not many students went there except for the nerds. It would be very quite. Just as I likes it when I had work to do.


As I walked I couldn’t help but to think of Tommy. I just didn’t understand why he was so quite today. He said that he wasn’t feeling well but I had a feeling that his quietness wasn’t due to the full moon. There was something going on with him but I haven’t had time to talk to him in private. As soon as I have finished at the computer room I’ll have to go find him.


But right now it was time to consult with Doctor Fluggalhoff, once again. Doctor Fluggalhoff was a genius that knew everything about Lycanthropy and he was my number one source when it came to research about werewolves. Everything I knew about them came from him and from making studies of Tommy’s Lycanthropy. Although I didn’t know much of werewolf anchors so this free period was a great opportunity to do a little research.


I entered the room and logged onto one of the computers. I hated the school computers. They were full of viruses and always liked to break, right when you was in the middle of doing something important. It took awhile but when it loaded up, I searched for Fluggalhoff’s website.


I heard the door open. It was probably a teacher or a nerd but I was wrong. It was a cute, tall blond haired girl who sat down on the chair next to me. She must have been new because I never saw her around school before.


"Hi," she said smiling when she noticed that I was looking at her.


"Hi, I don’t think we’ve met," I said, trying to be polite.


"I’m new. I’m called Phoebe by the way," she said.


"Merton. My name’s Merton," I told her, awkwardly. Why was it that I always found myself mumbling my words around girls? It was either that or I started rambling.


"It’s nice to meet you Merton," she said. "But I must be getting on with something. I’m very busy."


"Of course, I wouldn’t want to keep you from doing your work," I said and turned around to face my own computer screen and started to read.


After several minutes of reading, clicking and scrolling I couldn’t find anything out about anchors that I didn’t already know. I didn’t really know what I was expecting to find. Maybe just something different. Like what makes something or someone a werewolf’s anchor?


"Stupid computer!" The blonde hair girl shouted as she shook the computer screen.


"Do you need help?" I asked her.


"Yeah, that would be great. I need to print something out for class but it keeps freezing on me. I’m pretty sure technology hates me, it always breaks on me," she replied.


I got up out of my seat and went to go help her. It took awhile but I managed to get the computer working and sent the document to print.


"Thank you so much," she said.


"You’re welcome," I told her.


When it finished printing she turned off the computer and made her way over to the printer to retrieve her work. Then headed for the door but before she left she turned around to look at me.


"See you around Merton," she said.


"Yeah, see you," I said back.


"Oh, and werewolves tend to find that their anchors are something they have a strong connection with," she added. My eyes widened in shock as I stared at her. She had seen what I was researching. She better not find it suspicious because how would I explain it to Tommy if this girl found out his secret?


"I kinda really love werewolf stories. I know I don’t look the type,  but what can I say there is just something fascinating about how years ago they believed that people could turn into animals. Can you believe that? Good thing that we have come along way since then," she explained. I felt a wave of relief, she was just a fan of the werewolf genre and she didn’t believe in actual Lycanthropy.


"Yeah, it was idiotic of them to believe such things but interesting nevertheless," I said trying not to seem suspicious.


"Very," she said and was about to leave.


"Wait. Could a werewolf’s best friend be their anchor? Theoretically of course," I asked her.


"Yeah, I don’t see why not," she answered and then left.


I had been worrying about this whole anchor thing for nothing. It could be completely normal for me to be Tommy’s anchor.


I then turned off the computer and got out my seat. There was still half an hour left of the free period so I decided that I’d better go find Tommy and find out what was wrong with him.