Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf
A/N: Hey Guys!
This is my first story ever, so if you feel like reviewing please be gentle with me. I like constructive criticism as much as the next guy, but downright rude reviews will be ignored.
You all know the drill. This is a Christmas challenge so I'll have a new chapter up every day and maybe a bonus on Christmas day, if I can manage. I'll try to keep the tone of the entries light hearted (because y'know, Christmas) but if there is anything that I think may be triggering (child abuse, murder, etc.) I'll put a warning at the top of the chapter.
Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading :)
Seven pm, twelve supernatural incident free days, and Isaac was wondering if trigonometry really was something he'd use in real life.
He gazed lazily about his room for a distraction. He'd cleaned up yesterday, his laundry already in the washing machine.
Mrs McCall was probably finishing her shift soon, she said she'd pick up Scott on her way home. Probably a good idea to get dinner started then.
Isaac was just chopping mushrooms to go into the bolognaise he was making when they got home.
"Hey guys, dinner's going to be ready in about half an hour." He greeted them as they came into the kitchen.
"Thank you, Isaac. You're a life saver." Mrs McCall ruffled his hair as she took over.
"French got you beat?" Asked Scott knowingly.
"Trig." Replied Isaac. "What's in the bag?"
Scott held up the carrier bags that he'd came in with, an excited, child-like expression on his face. (Isaac had always thought it ironic that Scott could look like a puppy at times.) "Dude! They're advent calendars! One for each of us."
"Aren't we a little old for them?" Isaac asked sceptically. Of course even though Isaac had never had an advent calendar before he'd often seen them in the supermarkets, when he was little he'd wanted one, but such notions were quickly beat out of him at a young age.
"Probably . . . technically . . . " Scott waved the hand that wasn't holding the bag, looking for an excuse.
"Never." Supplied Mrs McCall.
"So what do we do with them?" Isaac asked, taking the one designed with fire trucks out of the bag.
"You've never had an advent calendar before?" Scott asked, then cringed.
Isaac saved him with a look. "Ideological differences I guess. Question still stands."
"It's like a countdown to Christmas, every day you open the box and eat the little chocolate inside. It's fun!"
"And since today is the First of December, you can start now." Chimed in Mrs McCall, taking the butterfly patterned one.
They each took time to find the number and eat their piece, calling out what it was.
"Mine is a tree." Said Scott, popping it in his mouth.
"Candy cane." Called out Mrs McCall.
"It's a little Santa." Said Isaac, examining his chocolate carefully.
"See, it's fun." Said Scott, misinterpreting Isaac's excitement about participating in a family activity as enthusiasm for festive treats.
Months ago, Isaac didn't even dream about having a proper family. Weeks ago, it became a reality. Hours ago, Isaac still doubted it. In minutes Isaac's outlook on life changed dramatically.
They had no idea what they had done for him, but now Isaac had a family.