• Preface: He's not like me, and I've guessed every possibility. I guess now i can only ask him.
    I approached him laying on the boulder, his eyes closed and his chest moving up and down as he breathed to the same beat of the water droplets falling off a rock in the stream.
    Up, down. Drip, drop.
    When I sat down next to him he opened one eye and asked, "Did you figure it out yet?"
    "Maybe." I responded. He looked at me, trying to be relaxed but obviously tense. I was willingly to bet he did actually think I would get it.
    "Shoot."
    I sighed and started with my most promising assumption, "A vampire." If he just so happened to be, I wasn't sure I wouldn't be scared. I mean, even in the case of the of her closet friend, a girl had the right to freak out. Instead of saying "no", laughing, or biting me, he grinned wickedly and pulled a perfectly red apple from his bag. It looked strange and beautiful contrasted to to his almost white skin. He handed it to me, smiling.
    "You wish." he whispered to me. I rolled the fruit in my hand. "Werewolf." This time he he chuckled. "You wish?" he asked raising an eyebrow, an actual question this time. I took the moment to think of Jacob Black and embrace the fangirl in me. "Yeah, a little maybe." I admitted. He rolled his eyes and smiled a way I knew only I could make him. Spirit. He stared at me confused. A leprechaun. He gwaffed and said, "I hate those little demons." Something in me thought he was speaking from experience. He apparently wasn't a demon ("Actually, that be cool." he remarked), or a demigod ("Puh-leeze. If I was related to Theseus, Zeus, and the rest of those jerks...), or a witch ("I'm a dude, I'd be a WARLOCK" as he felt the need to point out).
    "I GIVE UP!" I exclaimed, scaring away quite a few birds. I threw the apple I hadn't noticed I was still cradling fondly behind me deeper into the forest. I laid down next to him, frustrated. Somehow he was still calm, and to calm me down he stroked my unruly dark hair.
    "Should I tell you." he asked melodically, twisting my heart in a beautiful way, while staring at my hair. "Please..." I moaned. He turned onto his stomach to face me. He looked almost amused but seriously worried, as if he was afraid I wouldn't accept him. But I would no matter what.
    Or so thought i thought...
    He took my dark- ish in his deathly pale one the difference almost drastic. He came closer to my ear so he could whisper and no squirrel, tree, or bird could hear. So close his hair was next to mine. That's when it set in.
    I love him...
    But now wasn't the time for that, I thought silently.
    Save it for another moment girly.
    He lifted my head between our fingers so I could face him and his awful secret, no matter what it was head on, instead of turning away like I would of.
    "I... am a Bender."