I was getting ready for my first date with Allison since she learned of "the wolf." I just hope she doesn't think it's all too weird and leave me. I was surprised when she accepted me the other night and even more surprised when she said she wanted to have dinner at her house. She said she was going to make it.
I got dressed and headed towards her house. Allison told me that her parents are going to be out for the night. I, for one, didn't want to know what exactly they were doing. I shuddered at the thought. I ran up to the door. Actually I ran all the way the there.
"Hey you," she greeted. She looked so pretty under the moonlight.
APOV
I opened the door for Scott and was surprised to see him, as a human. The moon looked so full and I wondered why he wasn't a-um- a werewolf. I couldn't even say the word in my mind without it being uncomfortable. It was like your parents telling you that Santa does really exist, when you are seventeen. It was all too unreal.
"Hey, you look nice."
"And you look, not hairy." I gave him a puzzled look. "Why are you not the other Scott?" I asked.
No one's POV
Scott twitched uncomfortably at Allison's question. "Why should I be?" He replied, not liking to talk about the subject around her. He remembered that night at the Hale's house. When she came up to him, he couldn't even look at her. She had to move his face towards hers. Then she kissed him to let him know that everything would be alright between them.
"Because, it's a full moon outside!" She exclaimed. "And wouldn't that mean-?"
"No, Allison, it's not a full moon, close but quite yet. Should we go inside?" He motioned for the dining room. He just wanted this conversation to be over with. They made their way to the table. It was set for two, quite nicely with the exception of plastic silverware. Scott frowned.
"Allison, why are there plastic forks and knives?" He already knew why she had them, but he almost wanted her to feel bad.
Allison, who was now in the kitchen grabbing the meal, replied, "Oh I, um, didn't know if the silverware would hurt you or not. I am assuming it doesn't." She now felt guilty at the assumption. Scott couldn't believe how much Allison didn't know about werewolves. Everything she thought about them must be from Hollywood movies.
He was getting irritated at the matter. But he was also hungry so that added to the anger. Allison put the food on the table.
"Let's just eat," he said harsher than intended. Allison just wanted the awkwardness to be over. Then again, it may never be. He was always going to be a werewolf, and she would always be human. He hoped.
They continued to eat, and Allison pressed questions the whole time. She seemed to want to know everything about werewolves so she would never make stupid mistakes again. Scott answered them, but really just didn't want to talk about it. He never wanted her to know. He used to stay up at night, wander the forest, and think about what would happen if she found out.
And now she knew. It didn't look like she was going anywhere, but he knew she was uncomfortable around him more so than before. He didn't want any more discomfort, and neither did she. When they were done he took his plate up to the sink.
"You know what Allison, I really do not want to talk about me being a werewolf. It's obviously killing you inside to know more, but I know you are afraid." He looked to his feet, and then to her eyes. "But I promise you that I won't hurt you so just stop asking about it!"
"I know that Scott." She answered. Scott, however was still irritated. He decided to show her the other side of him. He transformed into the werewolf just to show her how evil he looked.
"You don't think this is ugly?" He demanded. "I have freakin hair all over and fangs instead of teeth. I have claws, not hands, claws! I am a frickin freak! I don't understand how you could love a thing like me! I - I'm not even a human being." Scott sat down on the couch holding his face in his claws.
"But I do love you Scott." A tear slid down her face. "I love you enough to make you this dinner and have you over. I know that you won't kill me because you told me you loved me at the formal. I may not know enough about werewolves and the Alpha and even my father's job, but I do know that I love you!" She then sat down next to him on the couch and they held each other in their arms.
AN: Well? Is it okay at least? Let me know :) I struggled a little but I love this show and I wouldn't want to let it down.
I don't own Teen Wolf. If I did, there would be more than twelve episodes a season.
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