Dear Diary,
I told Ty about Trevor yesterday. It was nice to tell someone about it.
I wonder what my dad is doing right now. I wonder if I ever cross his mind.
Ty and I are good. He still has to explain to me more about mates but I think I'm starting to get it, just kidding I don't really understand.
~Aria
I can't really sleep that well for some reason I keep having these weird dreams.
Ty is asleep and he has his arm around my waist.
I snuggled into him, but I really have to pee!
I moved out of his grip and then walked over to the bathroom.
I walked out and climbed back into bed.
"Ar," Ty mumbled.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah I just can't sleep," I admitted.
"Do you want a drink of water?" he asked.
I don't know how water is going to help!
"Yeah I'll be right back," I sighed.
I walked downstairs to find Carter sitting at the bar eating a bowl of cereal.
I looked over at the clock and it said it was one in the morning.
"Really Carter?" I laughed.
He looked over at me and smiled.
"I got hungry," he shrugged.
I grabbed a water bottle and sat next to him.
"Do you live here?" I asked.
"Yep," he replied.
"What about your parents?" I asked.
"They are with Tyson's parents a lot," he sighed.
"Where is that?" I questioned.
"You ask a lot of questions," he laughed.
"Answer them," I ordered.
"They are away on um business," he answered.
"What do they do?" I asked.
"Arrabella," he groaned.
"Carter," I groaned back.
"Cute," he teased while ruffling my hair and putting his bowl in the sink.
"Ask Tyson," he added before walking out.
"Bye," I called.
I then drank some of the water and then walked back upstairs. I got into bed and snuggled into Ty.
"Have fun?" he asked.
"Yep," I laughed.
"You took a while," he stated.
"Were you timing me?" I asked.
"No I just missed you," he sighed while pulling me closer to him.
I then fell back asleep and didn't have another dream that night.
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"So does everyone have a mate?" I asked Ty.
"No only certain people," he explained.
"Like a club?" I questioned.
"Kind of," he replied.
"Are you in a cult?" I asked.
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Dear Diary, I Have a Mate
WerewolfArrabella Middletin hasn't spoken a word since she was eight years old. The only thing she shares her thoughts with is her diary. She lives with her abusive father and is starting a new school. With a dad that freaks out when she makes a friend or e...
