Josh only bobbed his head mechanically; usually he could let things go easily, but the poster was starting to send him into a panic. He was wanted. Alive, or most likely dead. He wiped at the sweat on his forhead, swallowing the bile rising in his throat.

Yes, Erin had ripped it down, but how many more were out there? How long until somebody saw his eye colour and made the not-so-startling conclusion that he was a werewolf? It's not like he could start being more careful while he was wolf; he had almost no control over his body at all.

Without glancing her way, he pulled out his wallet. "Two orders of pancakes please," he muttered, handing the woman at the counter a twenty. "Keep the change." The woman nodded, her ugly haircut making her blonde hair bob, and handed a piece of paper to somebody else while she shoved the money in a cash register.

Josh only shrugged, and pointed at her arm for a moment. The arm he'd torn up with his claws...when? Just yesterday night? He sighed, and poked at his pancakes with a fork, avoiding her eyes. He didn't want Erin to see his inner panic and fear; he was a werewolf. He wasn't supposed to be scared.

He took a bite, and swallowed slowly, throat suddenly feeling parched. "I think I owe you anyways. After nearly tearing your arm off, pancakes from iHop is nothing." His voice was hushed, so nobody around them could hear them. His eyes flickered to the table next to them, eyeing a plump brunette woman carefully. Her cheeks were flushed, and she poked at her meal. Her eyes met his for less than a second, and she blushed again.

Josh suddenly felt like slamming his face into the table. He bit his lip, and looked at Erin. Why did she seem so comfortable around him? Wouldn't it just be healthier if she starting hanging out with Prince Charming-jealous-know it all-wannabe-silver head? He ate another bite of pancake nervously.

Charlotte rolled her eyes, and looked back at the ocean. She stiffled a sleepy yawn, blinking her baby blue eyes lazily. "What now?" she murmured, eyes still watching the waves carefully. "Want to catch breakfast or something?" She smiled at him. "I heard iHop has some pretty good pancakes."

( o3o Josh + Derek + almost girlfriends in iHop = Trouble just waiting to be made. x3 )

( Food always tasted best when one was hungry. <--- Josh's excuse for eating people 8D  )

Josh smirked a little, face contorting in cold humor. "You say that like we actually did something last night." He rolled his eyes, and took a sip of the water the waitress had just set on the table. Finally his hunger was fighting it's way through his fear, and his stomach gave a low growl. 

He took another bite of pancake, thinking about the pancakes his mother used to make before her death. They were much better than the ones from iHop. The recipe was somewhere; all he had to do is look through the house hard enough and... Rediculous. He didn't want to make his mother's pancakes. He wanted his mom; and that could never happen.

Josh said in a curious voice, although in a whisper, "When I'm wolf, you know how I, ugh..." He blinked, finding the right words. "Change my diet a little bit? Do you think that makes me a cannibal?" He chuckled weakly.

( I'll start 8D )

Charlotte walked in, clutching Derek's hand in her's. She looked around, taking a few steps before she saw Josh. Her throat closed and terror swept over her. Those eyes... Her hand tightened in his, and her nails broke skin. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins.

"Derek," she whimpered. "Look at that boy." Her heart thudded, making it hard to breath for her. Her eyes were wide. "Derek, look at his eyes." Her voice was quiet, like a hiss, but panicked. She was having a breakdown. Those indigo eyes were freaking her out, and automatically she knew what, and who he was.

Josh poked her good arm teasingly. He rolled his eyes at her. "Well, I don't run around hungry just to kill something and leave it there." He grinned. "Though, it's nice to know you don't think I'm a cannibal." He arched one eyebrow. "Would you be grossed out if I told you what human flesh tasted like?" He chuckled, clearly teasing.

The air around him suddenly constricted, and a familiar scent filled the air around him. Fear; fear and that salty liquid that always made his stomach groan. Blood. His eyes trailed over to Derek and Charlotte's table slowly; he could hear his heart thudding in his ears.

As soon as he saw the cut on Derek's nose, he knew. And he also reckognized Charlotte, who looked pretty stricken. His stomach tied itself in knots. He leaned towards Erin without looking at her. Josh's lips were next to her ear when he whispered, "The bear is here; with his lady friend. Call the waiter, we're leaving." He blinked, and added before drawing away, "Unless you'd like a supernatural war going on in the middle of iHop."

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Charlotte froze, trying to swallow her fear. "I have a question," she whispered carefully to Derek, eyes meeting his. "Is...that boy a shapeshifter too? Or is he a..." She choked on the word, almost unable to say it. "W-werewolf?"

Her skin burned where Josh's gaze burned into her, but she forced herself not to look his way. "The girl he's with..." she mumbled to herself. "Isn't that...that girl that he attacked?" Her eyes were wide and puzzled. "Is she a mental patient?"