Cleaning up the mess Scott made was easier than Vicky could have imagined. Taking on the role as his PR Agent, Vicky spent the next few days cleaning up Scott's reputation and ushering him back into society as his lovable jock self. It took sweat, tears, and a lot of sequins to eventually get the public to accept Scott's newest fashion trend—which was basically his old attire— and things went back to normal. Liam came back to school in his normal attire which was begrudged by all. He never looked so happy to be scorned and outcast from society.

Vera wasn't even upset about them bringing down her hipster empire because she got to sell back everyone's clothes as 'new and improved', making her double the money. She didn't give Vicky cut of the profit, however, for her contributions. Not that Vicky was really asking; to ask for money from Vera was to ask to be in debt for life.

Since her grounding had been lifted, Vicky went back to hanging with Scott after practice. They'd go on a quick jog around the track and end the day with more questions, usually with Scott laying in her lap as she pets him. Before Vicky knew it homecoming was just a week away, spending her Friday afternoon with Scott. They both lied outside in the grass, resting from their earlier workout when Scott sat up. "Hey, Vicky?"

"Hm?" She opened one eye, too content with her warm surroundings to get up. "What's up?"

"Now that things are settling down, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout this weekend." There was a faint look of insecurity on his face, which was unusual for someone who acted first and never asked questions.

Vicky blinked once, letting herself fall back into the cozy grass. "Don't we usually do that?"

"I thought we could do something else than questions. Like the time you got drunk at Auntie Bebe's!"

Vicky sat back up, her first hang-over ringing numbly in her head. She didn't think she was up for that again. It had been a while since the two did anything fun that wasn't focused on her phobia; the change of pace would be nice. "What did you have in mind?"

Scott started to wag his tail. "We can go to the town park! I haven't been in like … a week! We can play ball, and get ice cream, and play ball, and eat lunch, and play ball—!"

"I think I get it." She gestured a hand to get him to quiet down. "I don't think I have anything going on this weekend. I haven't gone since I was a kid."

"Then let's go!" Scott almost rolled in the grass, tail wagging at max speeds. "Please? Please? Pretty please?"

She cocked Scott a mischievous smile. "You know what? Sure, let's go to the park!"

And that's exactly where Vicky found herself that next day. Dressed in a light blue, shoulder-less dress, a big, floppy sunhat, and sandals, Vicky made sure her father dropped her off that afternoon across the park so he wouldn't see Scott. The park was littered with monsters that weekend, with families sitting down for picnics and birthday parties, while several others used the park to get their cardio in and hang with friends. Vicky had packed her own basket as she scanned the fields for Scott. Eventually, she found him on a small hill under a tree with a torn up blanket, waving her over.

"Vicky, hey! I'm right here!" Scott cried out as she ascended the hill as if she hadn't seen him earlier. The wind seemed to pick up the closer she got to Scott, ruffling her dress and threatening to send her hat flying.

She caught it before it could make plans to visit the next state over. When she glanced back over to Scott he seemed frozen, his awe ever present. "Wow … you look really pretty."

Her shoulders tensed at the compliment. A smile brushed her lips. "Do you always compliment your friends like this?"

Placing her sandals on the side, Vicky kneeled on the blanket. Scott smiled all the same. "Course I do! I love letting my friends know how awesome they are!"

Ah, she should have guessed. Somehow the comment made her slightly disappointed, then confused as to why she felt that way. It wasn't like she was going after Scott. He was too simpleminded and goofy for her tastes.

Yet when she looked back at him, taking note of his open Hawaiian t-shirt and shorts, his smiling face, his cheery demeanor down to the rippling muscle covering his body …

She shook her head, pushing those thoughts aside and the growing blush on her face. He was a werewolf. Even if she worked tirelessly on her fears to be comfortable around his kind, dating one would be too much. It just wouldn't work out, not with her family.

"What's in here?" Vicky cast her eyes down to her basket, which Scott was solely focused on. He sniffed at his curiously, raising his head. "Is that meat?"

Using the opportunity to get away from her thoughts, Vicky nodded her head, opening the basket. "I thought hey, since we're going to a park, why not pack a picnic?"

Taking out her giant battery, Vicky also unpacked her large metal box, opening it to reveal a few sandwiches and a mountain of fries. She also withdrew a couple of sodas from the basket, tossing Scott one. "I brought chicken and bacon sandwiches from when we last went to the diner."

He effortlessly caught the soda with one hand. "Bro, you're the best!"

"Oh, go on." Vicky chided, placing a hand on her cheek and gesturing toward Scott. She meant it as playful banter but Scott decided to act on it.

"Okay! You're super cool, you're super sweet, you smell like apples, metal, and fresh clothes, your smile is amazing, you dress super pretty all the time, and you don't give up!"

Vicky blinked for a moment, her smile nervous but hopeful. "You really think so?"

"Yeah! Of course! You're one of the nicest monsters I've known!" He even laughed again, how cute and strong it was.

She didn't know how much longer she could take his compliments before her head melted off her neck. Why were his comments only now making her blush so much? Maybe it was his open shirt. Yeah, that had to be it.

Scott didn't seem to understand why she started taking deep breaths, hoping to calm herself down before she got excited. When her eyes caught his bag she used it as an out. "What did you bring?"

"Oh, this?" Scott grabbed for the cloth bag, spilling its contents onto the blanket. Chew toys, bones, a rope, a Frisbee and a ball tumbled out. "I brought stuff for us to play with!"

The Frisbee caught Vicky's attention. She picked it up, the familiar blue striking a memory in her mind. "Is this the same Frisbee from the first day of school?"

"Yup," Scott nodded his head, squeaking one of his squeaky toys. "I haven't played with it since because I've been so busy with practice and you."

Vicky eyed the Frisbee for a few more seconds before an idea popped into her head. "Hey, Scott …" Rising to her feet, she tossed the Frisbee, letting it soar away. "Fetch!"

"What?" Scott immediately dropped the squeaky toy, eyes set on the flying Frisbee. He nearly kicked the blanket out from underneath him as he scampered off towards it. "I got it, I got it!"

She nearly laughed when Scott almost tackled into a hot dog stand to try and catch the Frisbee but he successfully dodged it, grabbed the Frisbee from the air and slammed it onto the ground as if he had made the winning play. It was when he came running back up the hill that Vicky felt her flight mode kick into high gear. She tripped on the blanket in an attempt to run off, falling on her back while Scott stared down at her. His words were garbled from the Frisbee in his mouth. "Puh bokay?"

With a helping hand, Scott helped Vicky back to her feet, brushing off some of the dog hair that littered the blanket. He spit out the Frisbee, handing it back to Vicky. "Do it again! Please?"

She made sure to take the side not covered in Scott's saliva, sending the Frisbee flying again. After a few throws Vicky got used to Scott bounding up to her and she didn't panic as fiercely. He'd simply wag his tail, drop the Frisbee and ask for her to throw it again, which she did. By the time Scott came back up the hill after the thirteenth throw sweat glistened on his skin. Vicky was already sitting back down on the blanket, handing Scott a soda.

He eagerly took it, almost downing the bottle in one go before pausing for air and sitting next to her. "Man, I'm pooped! Gonna take a moment to breathe."

"I can get started on lunch." Vicky reached into her basket for her jumper cables, playfully snipping them in Scott's direction.

Scott cocked his head to the side. "How?"

This is where Vicky snickered. "Watch and learn, big boy."

Hooking the cables between the box and her battery, Vicky flipped the switch as the box jumped with electricity. Scott seemed entranced by the entire thing, even when Vicky grabbed the box to juice up. When she turned off the switch their food was properly fried alongside her hair, which stood straight up. "All done!"

"Really?" Warnings did nothing when Scott ignored them and stuck his hand into the box. He immediately pulled it out with a yelp. "Wow, you're right! The burns don't lie!"

"Jeez, Scott," Vicky shook her head. "Give it a minute to cool down."

After said minute the two began to eat their food. Vicky was halfway done with her sandwich and lazily watching other monsters when a thought hit her. Were her and Scott on a date? She did dress nicely for the occasion as did Scott, the two were eating lunch on a small hill together and hanging out. It would be so easy for other monsters to think that just how much Scott complimented her and how often he made her laugh. Every other time she thought like this she just told herself if monsters asked about it she'd correct them. Now, though, part of her almost didn't want to.

What was wrong with her today? They were purely friends and she had just made her first move with Liam. She had to stop entertaining these thoughts. With this in mind, Vicky lowered her sandwich away from her mouth. "You know, I used to come here all the time when I was little. Dad would monopolize the tables over by the grill and I'd run around and scream and climb anything that I saw."

Her eyelids lowered. "I had so much fun until we stopped coming. I wish we hadn't. Just me, dad and—"

"Tintin?"

The name froze Vicky. Her sandwich almost dropped out of her fingers, her head turning to look at Scott. Her tone was chilling. "Where did you hear that name?"

Scott—who at the time was eating some fries—let the food slip through his fingers. He shrunk under her gaze. "I heard you mutter it when you were drunk. I'd been meaning to ask but it never seemed like a good time."

Of course, it was when she was drunk. Another reason to never get that hammered again. Vicky sneered at herself before ultimately letting out a sigh and finishing her sandwich. "Tintin was my pet when I was a girl. I loved him so much, he was my best friend."

Scott picked back up the fries, still electing to eat them. "Can I meet him?"

Vicky's heart broke, her voice solemn. "No … because he's dead."

"Oh …" His tone matched hers, making her only want to slink away more. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"Not your fault." It was a quick reply, Vicky opting to look at the blanket more than Scott. "But I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"No, that's fine. We won't." Something moved in the corner of her eyes, grabbing her attention. When she looked up Scott was there, gazing at her with warmth and comfort. "Come on, let's go play. That always cheers me up."

How was it that Scott always knew what to say and what to do whenever Vicky was sad? Even when they were complete strangers Scott tried his all to get her to smile. Maybe Scott just did this for everyone, maybe it was in his nature, but Vicky wanted to believe at that moment he was doing this just for her. Forcing herself to smile, a simple nod was all she gave and took his awaiting hand to travel with him down the hill.

Scott went back to catching anything that Vicky threw his way. She never thought she was that great at throwing and got the hang of it the more she tossed the ball, with Scott always returning it. He ruined a few picnics when he trampled through them and almost ran into a tree when she threw the ball into one, but it wasn't enough to put a damper on their mood. Soon enough Vicky joined in on the fun, with Scott even throwing the ball a few times for her. She was much slower in retrieving it and didn't lodge it into her teeth, which Scott never understood.

When they weren't throwing each other a ball they went for a walk around the park, with Scott interested in meeting every dog they came across. He even got on his knees to sniff every dog's butt and would either get playful with the animal or bark at it to shoo it away. In between throwing the ball and meeting dogs, the two rested underneath the biggest tree in the park, staring up at the sky through the shining leaves and talked about the small things in life. Vicky also showed off her impressive climbing skills, which were to say she clung to the tree and slowly inched her way up. Scott was impressed, nonetheless.

In due time, the sun started to set, the park-goers slowly decreasing until only a few were left. Vicky hid underneath the shade of a tree as Scott came running back with ball in hand, sweaty and exhausted. He wiped his forehead, panting. "Bro, I need a drink. You got any more soda?"

"Just drank the last of it. Sorry." Vicky rattled the empty bottle in her hands, scouring the nearby park. "Maybe there's a water fountain nearby."

Scott scanned the park too, suddenly beaming. "Found one!"

He bounded off while Vicky tried to see where he was going. When she found his destination she startled, chasing after him. "Scott, wait!"

"Is it done?" Faith looked between her, Joy, Hope and the bottle sitting in the middle of the table. The book Joy had buried her head in earlier was shut and set down.

"Looks about it. With this, we'll be able to gain the upper hand on Zorphis, reclaim the lost city and finally put an end to this arc for season 4!"

The coven nearly lost their shit when Scott took their bottle, drinking the entire thing. "Ah, that hit the spot! I'll buy you girls another water for the one I drank."

"You idiot!" The coven screamed as one. "You drank our potion! It took us weeks to find all the ingredients!"

"Potion?" Scott glanced at the bottle and back to the girls in a confused manner. Vicky came right at the moment Scott's feet left the ground, his body slowly ascending. "Wh-Whoa!"

"Scott!" Vicky didn't have much time to act. Hands outstretched, she jumped up and caught his hand to try and pull him back down. In doing so she completely forgot just who she was trying to pull and instead of her pulling the muscular jock down, her arm strained as she was pulled up with him. Letting go would have solved her problem but she also didn't want to leave Scott to drift into space, her feet kicking madly back and forth. "Help me!"

"I gotcha!" With one powerful tug, Vicky was pulled up enough for her to grab onto him and pull herself onto him. Sitting on his open chest did things to Vicky she didn't want to be feeling at the moment, deciding to worry more about their new problem than the hot implications of their positions. What if flew so high gravity gave up on them and pushed them into space? What if the potion wore off and they fell to their deaths?

Scott's laughter was not helping the stressful situation. "I got super powers! I can fly!"

"I don't think that's accurate!" But Scott chose to ignore Vicky's complaints, whose restraint was waning with Scott's pecs right near her hands.

He stretched his arms out and pushed them back, propelling them forward with his own whooshing noises. "Look at me! I'm a flying werewolf!"

They seemed to stop climbing at around forty feet, with several monsters exclaiming and pointing at their situation. At this height Vicky could still feel the coven's rage burning into them, her eyes only wanting to stare at Scott's chest. This was not the situation Vicky wanted to find herself in today. "Come on, make noises with me! Whoosh!"

Vicky warily looked back over to Scott, who was more excited than she had ever seen him. Part of her wanted to complain and try to find a way down or feel him up, but when would she ever be in this situation again? With Scott egging her on she let out her own whooshing noise, with Scott shouting. "Louder!"

"Whoosh!" Alongside her sound effects, Scott kicked his legs making them fly faster. It felt like he was swimming in the air and probably wasn't the best way to control his new powers. It worked, though.

"I'm a superhero!" Scott laughed, his energy infectious.

Vicky pumped her own fists into the air. "And I'm your quirky yet lovable sidekick! Let's fight some crime!"

"Yeah!" Flying away from the park, Scott managed to get a hold of his powers and gained the ability to fly up and down. With their dynamic duo, they stopped a robbery from happening just in the nick of time, which garnered them press coverage and a key to the city. One for Scott being the first flying werewolf in history and one for Vicky, who was the first to ride a flying werewolf.

It was a grand celebration but they eventually had to return back to the park. Vicky was resting on Scott when they both felt his body falter, the potion having seemingly run out. "Uh-oh."

Thankfully they were close to the ground when Scott went from zero to a hundred. Vicky landed directly on Scott, hearing the air knocked out of his lungs in a painful wheeze. In alarm, Vicky threw herself off. "Oh god, I'm sorry! Are you hurt?"

A groan escaped his lips but belted into a loud laugh. Scott sat up, holding his head. "That. Was. Awesome!"

Knowing Scott was all right Vicky smiled, feeling her own laugh come forth. She kneeled next to him, her hand finding his and for a moment she brushed her fingers over his skin. The flock of butterflies came back to her stomach, lifting her head up to look at Scott just as his face came close.

She only had a second to react until his lips claimed hers.

It was a funny feeling, that first kiss. Vicky had always heard stories of monsters having their firsts on social media. How fireworks would go off when they found the right monster, how they would instantly know that they were the one.

Vicky couldn't say she felt fireworks at that moment or anything that told her that Scott was supposed to be hers. Yet the gentleness of the kiss and how warm he was felt like syrup to her senses. She felt wanted, loved and cherished.

Scott slowly withdrew after a few seconds, hesitation and uncertainty lining his features and voice. "Oh. Oh jeez. I'm sorry. I just … I was so excited and …"

He was hushed by Vicky, who also shook her head. Her hands caressed his cheeks and pulled him back towards her for another kiss. She wanted more, she wanted to feel that warmth drape over her and keep her safe.

Scott placed his hands behind Vicky to keep himself upright, leaning into her as they kissed twice, thrice, four times. The butterflies swarmed in her stomach, fluttering across her heart, kissing at her lungs, sending her chest into a flurry of excitement. It was everything Vicky wanted and more, seemingly lost to the moment. When they parted for air she gave Scott a tender look as he sheepishly smiled.

Something told her what she had done was wrong, that she had put herself in more danger for foolishly giving in to her desires, for letting herself entertain thoughts of Scott. She told that part of her to shut up.

"Say …" Scott's voice was still unsure, yet emboldened. "I've been meaning to ask … would you want to go to Homecoming? With me?"

An immediate yes came to mind but she stopped herself just in time to think over her situation. She had kissed Scott. Not the cheek kiss she had given Liam, but full on lips with passion. She now understood why she had gotten upset when Vera put her hands on Scott and why she was so disappointed when Scott comments weren't solely for her. In trying to conquer her fears she had not only gotten to know Scott as a dear friend but also planted seeds of affection in her heart. Seeds that were finally sprouting.

She then thought to Liam and how everything seemed jumbled. They hadn't talked about their situation and she never had a good time to talk to him. Even when he did give her a moment he was cold and distant, much like when she first met him. It was disheartening, to say the least.

While her heart still fluttered for Liam, she couldn't ignore the growing feelings for Scott and the kiss they just shared. Now here he was, asking her to go with him to Homecoming, waiting for her answer.

Knowing it, Vicky leaned up and gave him another kiss. "I'd love to."

Like fireworks his eyes lit up, tackling the two of them onto the blanket. She freaked for a moment until he calmed her with butterfly kisses all across her head. "Yes, Yes! It's a date! We're going to have so much fun!"

Vicky giggled at the sudden affection, allowing Scott to hug the near stuffing out of her. An abundance of love was being showered upon her and Vicky was happy to bathe in it, having never felt so bright and cheerful in her entire life. They stayed like that, giggling and kissing for a while until nightfall had overtaken the sky. Vicky had packed her basket and was ready to call her dad when Scott walked over with his stuff. "I can take you home if you'd like."

"Are you sure?" Vicky's finger still hovered over the call button.

"It's not a problem! You can ride me!"

Vicky didn't understand his implication until Scott started his transformation. His hair grew longer, his fingernails turning into claws as his arms shook violently. A loud gasp came from her lips, flailing her arms to get his attention. "Scott! Scott, stop!"

"Wuh? Oh!" He immediately shifted back before he could rip his clothes, pouting. "Right."

Thank goodness Vicky had stopped him; otherwise, she would have bolted for the hills. "I can just get my dad to get me. He doesn't mind."

"But …" Scott continued to pout until his face lit up. "I know! I can carry you like this!"

Confusion lined Vicky's face when he crouched down and patted his back. Vicky hesitated for a moment until he called her over. After a few tries, she successfully got onto Scott's back, her legs looped through his arms as her hands held his shoulders. "Are you sure about this? My house is pretty far."

"Yeah, this should be no sweat! You're like nothing!" He gave her a confident thumbs up, making sure the blanket, basket and his bag were all secured before trotting off. Vicky kept one hand on her hat to keep it from flying away.

Only Scott the werewolf would offer to piggy-back her all the way home. The thought alone was silly and impractical, but she was beginning to discover she loved that about him. She gave him directions while he ran down the sidewalk and through the city, getting to the outskirts.

"Okay, now jus—" Vicky had her hand out and ready to direct Scott down the road when his voice covered up hers.

"I know where I'm going now."

"… You do?" Vicky lowered her hand, watching in befuddlement Scott go down the right road, take the right turns. Concern came over her when he suddenly veered off the path and into the woods until he said something that made her teeth clench.

"This way is quicker."

From then on Vicky held her tongue, watching, wanting to see where Scott was going to appear. They jogged in silence until Scott popped out at the top of the hill her mansion sat on, arriving at their destination.

"We're here!" Scott chirped. He lowered himself so Vicky could get off, setting the rest of their stuff down. "See? I told you I—"

He faltered when he saw nothing but rage in Vicky's eyes. She stomped her foot, yelling. "It was you!"

"Wh-what?" He pointed at himself, as if he was unsure if she was talking about him.

"You were the one at our door that full moon! How else could you have known your way here?" Her intuition was right all along, which only made Vicky angrier.

Scott practically backed away, hands out. "I-I don't know! I just did!"

"You were at our door! You pissed on our doorstep! You tried to get into my house!" With each accusation she took a step forward, causing Scott to take one step back. Screaming would only bring attention and possibly her father outside, yet at the moment Vicky didn't care. "Why did you try to break in?"

"I don't know! I really don't!" He cowered beneath her anger, glancing over at the door. "Here, let me check! I can tell who was here!"

Vicky crossed her arms, letting him run over to her doorstep. He leaned down for a moment to sniff at the block, and she wasn't surprised when he raised his head with newfound shock. "Shit … that's me."

"Scott!"

"I'm sorry, okay? I can't control myself when the full moon's out! I don't know why I came here but I'm really, really sorry!"

"Unbelievable." Vicky breathed, slowly shaking her head. "That's what I get, though, right? For hanging around werewolves? Them trying to break into my house and kill me!"

"What?" Scott seemed horrified at her accusation. "Vicky, I would never do that! Even if I don't remember things I wouldn't harm my friends!"

"You don't know that!" Vicky seethed, fists trembling, barely able to keep her voice below a scream. "But I do! I know what that full moon does! You're all nothing but crazed murderers!"

It felt good to get that out. Felt like the best thing to say at the time. Yet when the red cleared from her eyes she felt nothing but utter disgust with herself. Scott stood there, dejected, his eyes swimming with hurt, rejection, and despair. Her anger diffused immediately; ready to apologize. "… I need some time alone."

"Vicky …" Scott whimpered as she opened her door. One final look was all she gave as she closed the door on him, not caring that she forgot her basket and battery outside.

She slid herself down the door, waiting until she heard Scott leave to let her tears stream down her face. She would have never expected the day to turn out like this and she wished she had never said yes to that hangout.