"So, guess who I saw at The Donut Hut this morning?"

Stiles Stilinski took a break from polishing off his fourth donut. Scott McCall was only on his second. While his mom thought Scott's appetite was pretty impressive, he didn't even come close to Stiles' rabid love affair with food. Scott guessed it was similar to watching one kid chowing down more than an entire football team after the biggest game of their season. Or a single lion eating a herd of gazelles in one round.

The teens were hanging out in Scott's room, playing a round of Halo on Scott's used, but new-to-him, TV.

"Who?"

"Amy Sherman. She says to say 'hi.'"

Scott nearly choked on his donut.

"She also says she had a really fun time with you at Greenberg's party last night. Which, you know strikes me as interesting, considering you were supposed to be confined."

Last night Scott had made out with Amy at a party. He remembered the way she smelled like summer and the way her skin tasted against his tongue. It had been the most enjoyable portion of the evening. Trouble was, last night had been the full moon.

And Scott was a werewolf.

As a defensive tactic, Scott's mom and Stiles had locked him up for the evening. Or so they thought. A friend and fellow lycanthrope had busted Scott out while Stiles watched TV downstairs unaware of the jail-break taking place above.

Stiles glared.

"Uh..."

Scott stalled and tried to come up with a plausible alternative explanation, but realized he had nothing. So he opted for the truth.

"Isaac let me out, he needed a wingman for the party. He knocked the mountain ash away with a branch."

"Oh, well now we all know what an upstanding citizen Lahey is."

Stiles continued glaring. Mentioning Isaac's involvement did nothing to further Scott's case. Isaac was definitely on Stiles' list of people he'd be happy to shove off a cliff if given the chance. Right after Jackson and Derek.

"But it was a good thing! If I hadn't gone to that party, then I wouldn't have been able to find Jackson when Lydia called!"

"Lydia called you?"

Lydia was Stiles's eternal crush since the third grade. Scott realized his mistake in bringing her up. He tried to preempt Stiles' wrath.

"If it makes you feel any better, she called you first. Like, a bunch of times! Guess you had the TV on too loud."

It sounded like a lame excuse, even to Scott.

"No, that doesn't make me feel any better! And by the way, thanks for not inviting me to the biggest party of the Summer! Oh no, you'd rather go hang out with Mr. Isaac-pretty-boy-Lahey than your own best-freaking-friend."

Scott's jaw dropped. He was not touching that accusation with a ten-foot pole. He soon regained his poise and continued defending his actions.

"You would have yelled at me! Kinda like you are now."

"Damn right, I would have yelled. You were supposed to be locked up! Last night was the full moon! You're a werewolf, remember?"

"I'm sorry," Scott offered. He tried to think of anything that could redeem his bad behavior. "I came right back after we found Jackson."

"Don't think that makes it ok. And how did you get the mountain ash back in place, anyway?"

"Oh. Lydia put it back for me."

"You had Lydia, here? Did she see me?"

Stiles squirmed at the thought of the pretty girl catching him in an embarrassing situation. He was prone to talking in his sleep. Scott saw his chance to derail Stiles' verbal assault. He may not be able to go toe-to-toe with his best friend in a battle of words, but Scott recognized when the advantage swung his way. And he wasn't quite ready to let the fact that Stiles teamed up with his mom to drug and capture him slide without a little payback of his own.

"Don't worry, she didn't see you drooling on the couch on the way in."

Scott grinned and grabbed another donut.

"Although, since I was trapped up here, I can't be certain what she did on her way out. She might have stopped by the den. And she may have taken a picture for her phone. Or not. But I think I remember a clicking noise. You should probably check Twitter, since that's where she'd probably post it."

Stiles turned red. Then he attempted to knock the donut out of Scott's hand. Of course, he was no match for werewolf super-speed. Scott's grin widened. Stiles pointed at Scott.

"You know what? You are so getting locked up again next month."