A.N: They might be a bit OOC but this is fanfiction not the real thing. I hope you guys like it!

"Fuck!" Tyler curse punching a wall. Pain shot through his hand but he couldn't care less. He hated the fucking lunar cycles! Actually he hated being a werewolf; simple as that. The worst thing was the fucking mood swings. He would explode quicker than when he wasn't a wolf and if there was one thing he was known for was his mood. Also the fact that werewolves paired for life didn't help, it would help if he, or something inside him, decided not to take Jeremy Gilbert as a mate. Apparently it was too late and all he could do was sit around and watch his world burn.

"What the hell's wrong with you Lockwood?" Jeremy said after walking into the bathroom and finding Tyler clutching a sink so tight his knuckles were white. He usually avoided Tyler but today it looked like the guy needed someone to talk to. Hell in these last few months he looked like that. Not that Jeremy looked at him that much or anything. He just noticed things about people, mainly Tyler but the guy was always the center of attention.

Tyler turned his head meeting Jeremy's eyes with a glare. "Listen Gilbert" He said massaging his right temple as he still clutched the sink. "I am in a really bad fucking mood and I don't need your emo-ness or your bullshit. So get high and leave" He said feeling like an asshole. He knew Gilbert wasn't looking for a fight kid sound more worried than aggressive. Something hard to believe but Tyler shrug it off as he watched Jeremy. He could inhale the scent coming off Jeremy it was something like soap, mixed with perfume; it was strong but it was intoxicating. Tyler groaned wishing everything would stop!

"You really are an asshole you know that right?" Jeremy asked sinking to the floor. Reaching into his bag he pulled some Oreos and looked up to Tyler. "Want some?" He said through a mouthful. Jeremy had no clue why he has doing this but somehow he felt like it had to be done. Somethingwanted him to do it. He extended the bag towards the older teen and waited for him to grab it "Go on! They don't bite"

Tyler rolled his eyes, snatching the bag from Jeremy. "Why the hell do you carry Oreos in your bag?" He said through a mouthful as he started down at Jeremy. Leaning against the sink he waited for the other to reply as he looked him. He could notice a faint rush of color in Jeremy's face and he couldn't help but wonder what the hell was wrong with him.

"Because they're your favorite" Jeremy said shocking Tyler. He the hell did he knew that? Oh God! Tyler was going to kill him. Jenna gave him the cookies and said they would brighten his day or some shit but he never expected the fucking Oreos to get him killed! Scrambling to his feet Jeremy scowled putting his hands up in a defensive manner. "Before you punch my lights out I have no idea how I know that" Tyler let out a chuckle as he watched Jeremy squirm. It was fun to see him so nervous. "Relax, Gilbert. I bet you heard that from Elena or something." Tyler knew exactly why Jeremy knew that but he had no desire to explain werewolf hormones and shit. He watched Jeremy relax with a curt nod."You ever stop and think about why we hate each other?"

"Jeremy thought about Tyler's question /why did they hate each other/ He shrugged meeting Tyler's eyes "I guess we took our shit on each other, I guess" Catching the cookie bag after Tyler threw it at him he smiled matching Tyler's own smile.

"Guess we did" Tyler said with a shrug. "See you around, Gilbert" He said ruffling Jeremy's hair with affection. He walked out the bathroom forgetting why he was so angry in the first time.

Stunned Jeremy slumped to the floor with a sigh. "What the hell just happened?" He asked himself aloud. He and Tyler Lockwood just sort of bonded. With a groan of confusion he reached into the cookie bag with hopes of

clearing his head.

For the moment it's a one shot.