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NORTH

I turned up the radio as the list of my favorite songs began playing, driving out of my house with Jessica seated beside me looking out the window awkwardly. If I was ever told Jessica would be seated beside me in my car one day I'd have punched the idiot for spitting rubbish.

Being beside Jessica made me feel so soft. I don't think she's aware that she's my Luna or that she's Crescent pack's Luna, I must have been out of my senses when I picked her.

"Lame!" She groaned.

"Sorry?" I pretended not to have heard, then turned down the music a bit.

"Lame. Who listens to Micheal Jackson anymore" she threw her hands in the air.

My favorite artist isn't lame, he's the greatest of all time, and he's still cool even though he's not alive, his music lives on,"I obviously do, he's a legend, a hero."

"Was. But he's kinda sorta dead now so his streak is over, way over."

"Hm" I said with a humf, "Alright. Who do you listen to then?."

"A lot of people. But I'm currently hitting on Alec B