Yes and vaguely

My awakening that morning was somewhat rude. "Wake UP!" Before my brain could get up and running, I felt a violent kick to my back, forcing me to roll off the bed and onto the floor. Groaning, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Winnie was on my bed, wrapped up in the blanket and scowling. Not at me, exactly. She wasn't even looking at me. I guess this wasn't the first time this has happened (or so she believed).

There was an awkward silence before she glanced back at me. "...Johnny, right?" she asked, sounding fairly confident of it. I nodded, not sure where she was going with this or why she felt the need to boot me out of my bed. "...hmph. Well, I hope you're happy now." Actually, I was more confused than anything else, but decided not to voice that fact.

Instead, I asked the obvious. "So...do you remember wha...?" I began. She cut me off, her cheeks red. "Yes! I mean no. Sort of. It's hazy. I can't BELIEVE you let me into your house. Are you insane?" she snapped, flustered. Perhaps Winnie was trying to change the topic a little.

Shrugging, I stretched my arms behind my back. "I couldn't just let you wander around outside. Besides, you seemed happy to stay here," I replied casually. I'm not sure if it was what I said or how I said it, but Winnie was clearly fuming at that answer. "Of course I was...I mean SHE was. Don't you know anything? Wolves mate for life and YOU fucked me. Her!" Groaning, she pulled the sheet over her head and flopped onto the bed, hiding from sight. Well, not entirely. The lump was clearly visible on the bed.

I gave what she said a little thought. "Oh," was all I could think to say. "Yeah, 'oh'," Winnie growled, voice muffled. "I'm stuck here now. Even if I wa...if I ever DID leave, I'd just find myself back here next time. I...she'll keep returning here because you're here. Like a love sick puppy..."

"Isn't that what you are?"

Winnie peeked out from under the sheet, emerald eyes narrowing. "Don't be ridiculous! Just because I went on a da...walk with you, doesn't mean I'm 'love sick' and I'm definitely not a puppy!" While her protest about the 'love sick' idea seemed a touch hollow, Winnie was sincerely unhappy with being called a puppy. I decided to worry about that later.

Standing up, I popped my back. "I guess we'll figure this out as we go," I mused. Winnie let out a sound of exasperation, probably because I didn't seem as bothered by the situation as she was. "How about some breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry," Winnie said with a huff. "...in fact, my stomach feels kinda full..." I shrugged. "Well, you did eat a pack of hot dogs, some sliced roast beef, and all the ham hocks," I informed her. Winnie groaned again. "Whatever! I can't anyway. Maybe you forgot, but I have no clothes." Oh, I hadn't forgotten.

"You can wear something of mine," I offered. There was a snort. "Like it would fit," I heard her mumble to herself. "Best I can do for now. Come down when you're ready, okay, Winnie?" There was no reply for a moment. "Okay?" "Yeah, FINE," she replied testily. Brushing it off, I went downstairs to eat.