Scott and I were sitting at Allison's dinner table being stared down by her scary wolf-killing father. I licked my dry lips, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. I was the only one, apparently, because everyone (with the exception of Mr. Argent) was laughing and chatting adamantly. Even Scott was making a large effort to get along with Allison's family for the sake of their relationship.
Allison's aunt, Kate, had just gotten into town and somehow I had been dragged into coming over for their "study" date because her father doesn't like Scott, at all. I was beginning to wonder whether Mr. Argent could smell the wolf in Scott. I was also beginning to wonder if I knew Mr. Argent because he looked oddly familiar.
"Would you pass me the rice, Chris?" Mrs. Argent asked politely before receiving the said item and turning back to her conversation with Scott about lacrosse.
I, however, began choking slightly in shock. Mr. Argent's name was Chris? What were the odds of him being a different Chris than the one my dad talked to? Probably nil.
My choking had caused Mr. Argent to stare at me even more intently; feeling incredibly uncomfortable, I shifted closer to Kate in my chair.
"Chris, would you stop staring the poor girl down like she's a criminal?" She teased, nudging me slightly. Kate had an abrasive, flamboyant kind of attitude that made me unsure of whether to like her or not.
I tried to smile appreciatively at her, but it came out as a grimace. "Don't worry, Mason, he does this to all of Allison's new relations. They move around a lot and it's hard on Allison to have to make friends and then leave them again." Kate explained, looking over at Allison who was having a grand old time with Scott.
"Why do they move around so much?" I asked, wondering whether she would even answer me.
"Chris' business. Well, our business really." She chewed thoughtfully, "We move where ever we're needed to do our duty."
I nodded in acknowledgment, but privately I was wonder whether she was talking to me about his gun business or being a werewolf hunter, though they seemed to go hand in hand.
"See you Monday," Allison grinned as she kissed Scott. I suddenly had become interested with the carpeting on Allison's stairs.
"See ya," Scott mumbled in a dazed sort of voice. I pursed my lips to keep from laughing. I made to stand up and leave with Scott, but Allison held me back.
"Not so fast!" She laughed, "You're spending the night."
"I am?" I didn't remember agreeing to his. Scott looked just as shocked as I felt.
"Yes," She nodded resolutely.
"Alright then," I sent Scott a confused look, perhaps he had set this up without my knowledge, knowing I didn't have very many girl friends. I spent most of my time with Scott and Stiles and they were all I really needed anyway.
"See you both at school then," And with a short wave, Scott shut the door behind him.
Allison looked at me sternly, but soon gave way to a smile. "My room. Now."
I followed her up the stairs. We entered her room within seconds. It was a large room that had the same feeling as mine. Although she had moved here a few weeks ago, Allison hadn't bothered unpacking. Her TV was on a faded wood desk that stood diagonal from her queen-sized bed that was topped with a cute floral design. There weren't many pictures; some old frames held older pictures but they lay in boxes, waiting the day when they would be back up on the walls.
"So, spill." She set me on her comfy bed, looking at me expectantly.
"Spill what?" I asked.
"Oh, come on," She grinned happily. "You know what I'm talking about!"
I shook my head with a sheepish sort of grin on my face, "I happen to have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, please! It's so obvious!"
"What is so obvious?" I cried, letting out an exasperated laugh.
"You and Stiles?" She said in a sing-song voice, wriggling her brows.
"What about me and Stiles?" I glared slightly.
She threw her hands up in the air and with a slightly indignant voice, said, "What's the deal with you two? Like, are you dating?"
I sputtered, "Me and Stiles? Dating?"
"Yes," Alison replied simply.
"No." I said defiantly. Stiles and I? Together? That was preposterous! Absolute blasphemy.
"Mason," She sat down on the bed next to me, "Don't deny it. You guys are so cute together."
"Stiles and I are definitely not dating!" I exclaimed.
"I see the way you look at him!" She said defiantly, "And I see the way he looks at you. He's always looking around for you. He's protective of you. Whenever you're not around, he asks about you."
This was news to me. "He does? 'Cause I think you might have me confused with Lydia because I've seen the way he looks at her." I laughed humorlessly.
"Earth to Mason," She tapped my head lightly, smiling connivingly, "Every guy looks at Lydia that way. She's the unattainable one! But that's all it is, looking! It's merely infatuation."
I sent her a look that clearly stated 'oh-please'.
"It's true!"
"Scott doesn't look at her that way," I said in a small voice, "I've never caught him once staring at her or asking about her or talk about her. Ever. Lately, it's all Stiles does."
"So, you're admitting you have feelings for Stiles." She interrogated, trying to remain serious but was happy to know that Scott was not one of the boys that lusted over Lydia.
"He's my friend."
"But do you like him?" She waited for me to answer her.
I heaved sigh and looked at the window. Did I like Stiles? I had known Stiles my whole life and never once had I thought about Stiles in boyfriend capacity…until Scott turned wolfy and everything got complicated. Catching Stiles drooling over Lydia never used to make my hair stand on edge as I ground my teeth, contemplating ways to kill Lydia. In fact, Scott and I used to poke meaningless fun at Stiles for it. But this year….
If I took my true feelings into account and thought about the way I felt about Stiles had changed, then I knew my answer.
"Yes," It felt nice and uncomfortable to get that off my chest.
"I knew it!" Allison squealed, hugging me tightly.
"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, but let a small smile break through.
"Now we can all go on double dates! Though, our previous experience wasn't all that great," She muttered, more to herself then me, "But Scott and Stiles are best friends and then we're best friends so I think we could make it work."
"We're best friends?" The question slipped out of my mouth before I could take it back.
She grinned sheepishly, "Well, I thought we had been getting along really well from all the times I hung out with you guys…."
"No, no," I shook my head, hoping she didn't get the wrong impression, "I just thought that since you spent a lot of time with Lydia and all…that she was your best friend…."
Allison's smile widened, "Lydia's been great and all, but she's a little too bossy. She's good for relationship advice but if I was looking for someone who I could count on through thick and thin, you're the better choice."
I nodded, her grin infected me with a smile of my own, "I just don't think I've ever had a girl best friend. It's always just been Scott, Stiles and I."
"Well, this will be a fun change then. You can now express your long desired feelings about Stiles, with me!" She threw her hands in the air again as she laid down across the bed.
"I don't have long desired feelings for Stiles," I countered, "Just recent confusing ones."
"Same thing," She waved her hand as if she was waving off my words.
"Right," I snorted, lying down also.
We laid there in silence for a bit, my dumb, intruding thoughts caused me to speak up again. "He really looks around for me?"
She laughed her musical giggle, "I thought it was a bit obvious, he was turning around to stare at you about every five second at the game yesterday."
I blushed, "I figured he was just goggling at Lydia again, I guess."
"I guess?" She repeated, "You better get out there and be assertive and ask him on a date!"
"I'm pretty sure he's the one who's supposed to ask me on a date," I chortled, but it was short lived, "Besides, I don't think that would be advisable as of now."
"And, why not? You love," She dragged the word out, "each other. You should be together."
"There are just a lot of things going on," I laughed incredulously. I couldn't even believe I had finally admitted this to myself, let alone Allison (who apparently was my new best friend), that I was pretty much in love with Stiles. I was actually glad I had Allison now. I had really always been one of the boys, seeing as I grew up with two of them around me all the time. I could finally talk about feelings with Allison, which was something new for me.
Allison had finally coaxed me out of deceiving myself about my feelings for Stiles and I felt like a load had been lifted off my chest. I was just unsure if I wanted anyone else to know about it right now. I was absolutely sure that I didn't want Stiles to know yet. I didn't let myself hope that Allison was telling to truth about Stiles staring at me all the time. Though, the time when I had gotten attacked by that wolf, Stiles had held me and cared a little more than his usually friendly self….
I didn't think I could take the rejection if it turned out Allison was just being the supportive best friend and trying to get me a boyfriend. I couldn't bear to lose Stiles as a friend over silly teenage hormones. It would also take its toll on Scott, who needed Stiles and I emotional stable more then ever right now. Maybe the best plan of action was to try to ignore the feelings and hope they'll pass…though I doubted they would.
AN: Kind of a filler. Kind of a mehh filler. Next chapter's much more exciting. Hint hint: The Alpha makes his first appearance! (: