Camilla's hair flows back and forth with each swing she takes. The sun is setting on the horizon and looks almost unreal. Her hands grip the cool metal chains of the swing as she flies back and forth. She closes her eyes and inhales the fresh air.
When she swings backwards, she feels strong hands push her forward, making her swing go even higher. Her eyes flash open and she turns around and sees Isaac smiling from the ground. She comes back down and this time, rather than pushing her, Isaac grabs her and brings her to a stop.
"Hey gorgeous," he says, his hands still on her. Camilla looks down at her lap, smiling. Isaac's hands vacate her body and he moves to stand in front of her.
One of his hands lifts her chin so she looks up at him, her eyes locked onto his.
"You're so beautiful," he tells her breathily. Camilla watches as he leans his face in closer, about to kiss the brunette.
Before their lips meet, Camilla hears a loud bang and her eyes rip open. Before her, she sees Isaac hunching over, his face contorted with pain, blood quickly soaking his shirt.
"Isaac!" she yells, pushing herself off the swing. She rushes over to him, but he grabs her arm and starts pushing her away.
"Run!" he yells, barely being able to get it out, his eyes focused on something behind her.
She turns her head and sees Matt standing behind the swing set, a gun in his hand pointed directly at her.
Behind Matt, The Root stands with a smile on his face.
"Shoot," she hears The Root say.
Camilla turns, but it's too late. She feels the bullet pierce her back and she collapses.
Her eyes flip open and she sits up quickly, her heart pounding. She hears a banging and her eyes widen. Her mind flashes to The Root, and she gulps.
"Camilla, honey? Are you awake?" Ron's voice calls into her room. Camilla relaxes and lets out her breath. She shakes her head at her silliness and calls back to her father.
"I am now. Come in!"
She watches the knob of her door turn and Ron enters the room. Camilla looks curiously at her father as she realizes he is holding something behind his back.
"Whatcha got there?" she asks, gathering her hair up and tying it just above the nape of her neck.
"Oh nothing, it's just the typical Saturday morning. Nothing here," he replies, grinning.
"Would it happen to be the keys to a brand new Mustang?" she asks playfully.
"Not quite," Ron tells her, producing a neatly wrapped gift from behind his back. "Besides, you've got Roxanne, who happens to be the best car out there. She's worked for you all this time, and she's got a few more years left in her."
Camilla laughs and takes the present, "True. I don't think I'm ready to give up Ol' Red anyways."
"Open it up," He urges her cheerfully.
Camilla, not wasting any time to spare any of the wrapping paper, rips into the gift excitedly.
She produces a small jewelry box, and grins up at her father before opening it. He nods and smiles lightly.
Camilla opens the box to reveal a gorgeous necklace. The chain was simple, and the main focus point was a shining gem.
"Topaz?" she asks knowingly.
Her father nods, "Your mother actually picked it out a long time ago. She saw it and knew you would love it. We always had it waiting for your 18th birthday. I wish she could be here to see you open it… she was so excited about it."
Camilla smiles solemnly for a moment, looking at the necklace, "I love it."
She pulls the necklace from its box and carefully clasps it around her neck.
"Looks perfect," Ron says quietly.
"Thank you, Dad."
Ron moves closer and kisses his daughter on the forehead.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart. Oh and before I forget, I wanted to give you something else…"
Camilla watches her father pull out a ring from his back pocket, and instantly, she recognizes it.
"Is that… Mom's ring?" she asks, nearly choking up.
Ron smiles sadly, "It is. I want you to have it now. You're 18, an adult. You remind me of your mother more and more every day. I think it's time I stop letting it sit in my medicine cabinet and let you have it. I know she'd want you to."
Camilla, feels the sting of tears in her eyes, and lifts herself from her bed to hug her father.
"Thank you," she whispers still holding him close.
He slips the ring carefully onto her finger and leads her into the kitchen where breakfast awaits.
For minutes, the two eat, not speaking as their hunger takes over.
Ron takes a bite of a piece of toast and looks at Camilla, "How are you doing, though?"
Camilla shrugs, "I'm okay. Everyone's kind of been there for each other since we're all going through the same thing."
"Are you sure you're up for staying over at Lydia's tonight? You guys can always stay here if you want…"
"Dad, I'm 18, I can stay at a friend's house for one night and I'll be fine," she assures him.
"I know. I'm just worried about you. And Chris told me that Allison is still having nightmares."
"She's been having them for a long time, though."
Ron sighs, "Okay, okay. You want to go, I get it. No boys over though, okay?"
Camilla smiles, "Of course, Dad."
Ron shakes his head and rips off a piece of bacon and chews on it.
"Oh," he says after a minute. "Before I forget, I wanted to tell you that Graham is coming into town later."
Camilla freezes when she hears his name, "What?"
"Yeah, he's on break from college for a bit and since it's your birthday, he wanted to stop by and visit."
Camilla doesn't say anything, so Ron continues.
"He's staying here tonight and possibly tomorrow, too."
Camilla, gathering the strength to speak, says, "What time is he supposed to get here?"
"Sometime in the afternoon, he told me on the phone yesterday," Ron answers, not noticing Camilla's fists clenching.
"Is Frank coming too?" Camilla asks.
"No, just Graham. It was kind of a last minute thing. But Graham did say that his father wished you a happy birthday, so make sure you call Frank later."
"Will do," Camilla says, anger radiating off of her.
Wonderful, she thinks to herself. My ex-boyfriend just has to come visit, doesn't he?
TEEN WOLF
Nolan sits at his desk reading As I Lay Dying intently. His eyes scan the page before he flips it and sees that he's only got one chapter left before he reaches the end. Sighing, he sets the book down on his desk just as his dad enters the room.
"I've got something for you," the man smiles as he produces a small package from behind his back.
Nolan shakes his head, "I'm amazed you fit a pony into such a small box."
"Just shut up and open it."
With a roll of the eyes, Nolan takes the gift from his father's hand and opens it. Inside sits a ring with a small letter 'A' carved into it. Nolan tenses, feeling the all too familiar pressure on the corners of his eyes as he peers at the small, silver ring. He removes it from the box and gently slides it on his second finger.
"Dad, this is… this is actually really great. Thank you."
His dad nods his head and cautiously accepts the hug Nolan gives him, "It's not every day my son turns seventeen you know. I've also got another surprise for you… your mom is coming home today."
"Seriously?" Nolan asks, brightening up instantly, "You aren't just saying that because it's my birthday are you? Because that would definitely be a new low."
The man raises an eyebrow, "I can all but guarantee she'll be home tonight. Now, happy birthday Nolan."
TEEN WOLF
Isaac digs into his bowl of cereal and glances at Erica who sits next to him.
"You want some?" he asks, his mouth full.
"I'm okay," she responds, slightly amused.
Isaac shrugs and takes another spoonful. After a moment, he speaks again, his mouth still full.
"Oh, hey. Are you coming to Camilla's party tonight? She really wants you to go…"
Erica looks over at him, her expression conflicted, "I don't know if I'm feeling up for it."
"C'mon, Erica. Everyone there will be grieving just like you. Need I remind you of the shooting earlier? Tonight's everyone's night to just be together, have fun, and forget about their troubles for a while."
"Won't it be kind of morbid then?" she questions pulling a face.
"I don't think so. I think everyone's just been bumming out all week, they probably just want to let loose for one night. Let some things go," he tells her, adding, "I know I do."
Erica doesn't answer, considering her options.
"You'll fit right in, I promise. We've all got sorrows. Some of those kids lost best friends. Some lost their feeling of safety."
Erica sighs, "Okay, I'll go."
"Good choice," Isaac says right as Derek walks into the room. "Hey, Derek, you wanna go to Camilla's party, too?"
Derek just looks at Isaac and shakes his head, moving into the kitchen without saying a word.
"Well, you'd be a party pooper anyways," Isaac yells after him, shoving another mouthful of cereal into his face.
TEEN WOLF
Pointing with a perfectly painted fingernail Lydia says to Allison, "Hand me that box of streamers, please."
The dark haired girl is quick to oblige and hands Lydia the box. The strawberry blonde pulls out another roll of white streamers and begins to hang them along the doors leading into her house from the backyard/pool area.
"Not that I'm not excited," Camilla adds as she fills another balloon with helium, "but isn't this party kind of in poor taste? There was just a mass homicide at our school not four days ago and now we're out here hanging streamers so that I can celebrate another year of aging."
Allison shakes her head, "Don't be a spoil sport. This is exactly what everyone needs, it's a good distraction and it'll maybe make people the tiniest bit happier."
"Plus we've sort of been planning this shindig since the week after you moved to town," Lydia admits, "it started off as a surprise, but as you can tell it's no longer going to shock you."
Brushing some hair out of her face, Camilla sighs, "All I'm saying is that I don't want people to think of my birthday party as some form of us cashing in on grieving kids."
"It's not," Allison insists. "What we need, what everyone in this town needs, is some fun. If people remember it as anything it'll be a survivor's party. Just relax, okay? And try to remember that it's your birthday and that you're allowed to have some fun… even in Beacon Hills."
Camilla stands up from where she sat and walks the shiny black balloon over to her cousin, she hands it to her and narrows her gaze, "I know how to have fun, Armpit."
"I never tire of you calling me that, Cleavage," Allison retorts with a smirk.
Camilla stands taken aback, "You swore you would never call me that ever again."
"Sorry," Allison shrugs, taping the balloon to a pillar, "I'm an armpit. I don't have a brain."
Lydia rolls her eyes and begins to twist a curl around her finger. She stands back to take in her handiwork and smiles, "If you two children will stop bickering for all of five seconds, would you mind telling me how this looks?"
The two girls step back to where Lydia stands. Camilla is quick to put her hands on her hips and take in the sight of the streamers.
"Not too shabby," the birthday girl says eyeing the room. "Now if only there was some way to stop Graham from ruining my happiness."
"And Graham is…?" Lydia asks as she walks over to the balloon box and grabs a silver piece of rubber, sticking it on the helium tank to allow it to fill.
Camilla sighs, "He's my ex-boyfriend/my dad's hunter friend's son, and I was told this morning by my loving father that he's going to be rolling into town today for my birthday. Even though my exact words when we broke up were 'I hate you and if I don't see you ever again it'll be too soon.'"
"Maybe he'll come back gay," Lydia smiles as she ties the end of the balloon off and hands it to Allison. "That could be fun, heck; we might even get a show on E! if that happens."
"You aren't mad about that are you?" Allison asks her best friend as she tacks the balloon onto another pillar, "Because Nolan is actually a really sweet guy and you hating him is really going to be a bummer for me."
Lydia adjusts the collar of her yellow button down shirt, "No, I don't hate Nolan. In fact I like him a lot; he's one of the only other people in this group that actually reads… plus he's funny and in all of my AP classes. Am I thrilled that my ex is having lovey dovey feelings for him? Not exactly, but… whatever."
"So we have a girl who's ex is a werewolf, a girl who's ex is a gay werewolf, and a girl who's ex is an asshole hunter… we should get a show on E! now," Camilla states, shining light on their situation. "Why do you even care about SpongeBob SquareChin anyway?"
"SpongeBob SquareChin?" Lydia questions.
"She's sort of got nicknames for everyone…" Allison informs the girl.
"SpongeBob SquareChin is Jackson. Armpit aka Allison. Jeep also referred to as Stiles. You're Red Hot if that makes you feel any better," Camilla beams at her friend, "I like to call Isaac 'Sex God.'"
Allison rolls her eyes, "Even though they haven't slept together yet."
"And for the record, my hair is strawberry blonde. Not red," Lydia corrects, "And what do you mean why do I care about Jackson?"
"Aren't you and Stiles sort of… together?" Camilla asks.
Lydia lets out a choked laugh, "As if! What just because I held his hand while he was on his deathbed I'm suddenly promised to him? Ha ha, very funny. You Argent girls are just a barrel of laughs, I swear."
"Someone's awfully defensive…"
"Because you've got your facts twisted. Yeah, sure I like Stiles, but everyone likes Stiles. He's a likeable guy. He's got the Jeep and the sarcasm and the cute… puppy eyes… and he's my friend, okay? Let's just drop it. We need more balloons."
Without further conversation, Lydia heads into the house her dog, Prada, barking lightly at her owner's entrance.
Camilla chuckles, "She's got a huge boner for Stiles."
TEEN WOLF
Hours later, there are teenagers galore, almost every one of them has a drink in their hand. Surprisingly, everyone is having a good time rather than focusing on their troubles.
Laughter floats through the air, mixing with the sounds of music.
In a small group stands Isaac, Camilla, Lydia and Stiles. Isaac has his arm wrapped around Camilla's waist, touching her bare skin due to her crop top. The birthday girl laughs when his fingers trace her skin and tickle her.
"God, I really want to be annoyed with you two, but you're too cute for me to do that," Lydia says a little irritably.
"Sorry?" Camilla laughs. Turning her attention to Stiles, she asks, "How are you holding up?"
The boy shrugs, wincing when he does, "I've definitely gotten better. This booze and the pain pills are really helping though." He raises his solo cup and nods at the brunette who laughs.
"Should you really be mixing the two?" Lydia asks, "I'm no pharmacist but I'm pretty sure it says clearly on the bottle 'Do Not Mix with Alcohol.'"
"Live and let live, Lydia," Stiles says over the music, moving his arm to put it around the girl's shoulders. At first, she tenses up, but then relaxes, feeling comfortable.
The group watches as a hipster-looking girl approaches them.
"Hey, Roxy!" Stiles exclaims.
"Hey guys," she replies, adjusting the glasses on her nose. Turning to the birthday girl, she adds, "Happy birthday Camilla."
"Thanks, Rox. I'm glad you came, I didn't know if people actually would…"
"We all needed it," Roxy says truthfully. "But on another note, I wanted to know if you care if I give a quick speech? I don't want to rain on your birthday parade, but it seems people are just stepping around the whole 'school shooting' pile of shit. Someone needs to clean it up…"
"Of course, Roxy," Camilla smiles. Isaac pulls her girl tighter to him and kisses her head. Roxy smiles at the show of affection and moves to step up onto one of the tables placed around the party area, careful to not step on any of the food.
"Attention please!" the girl yells from on top of the table. Gradually, everyone's eyes fall onto the short girl and someone turns down the music. Roxy clears her throat and begins.
"I just wanted to speak up for all the lives we lost this week. We lost some great people, and we'll never forget them. But today, today isn't for them. It's for us. We made it through the shooting. We survived. Our friends will live forever in our hearts, but right now, we need to live, because we're alive. So everyone raise your cups, and toast to those who are gone, but more importantly, drink for the ones who are still here. We need to grasp our lives, and keep living! What happened happened, but we made it through! So let's all drink to that!"
Roxy thrusts her cup into the air, and everyone repeats her gesture. After a moment, she throws her head back and drinks. Everyone does the same, taking back the liquid and washing some of the pain away.
"And now, I'd like to honor Camilla Argent. We all knew we needed to get out and have fun again, so God bless this girl for being born today! Everyone, raise your cups once again for one of the newest additions to our school, and drink to Camilla!"
Roxy repeats the raising and drinking, as does everyone else, even the birthday girl herself. When she finishes taking back the alcohol, she basks in the feeling of a warm sensation spreading from her throat to her stomach. She looks over at Isaac, and laughs again as she sees him gulping down his drink.
When he finishes he smiles at her and leans in for a kiss. Whistles come from the crowd, and the two pull apart, not realizing they were being watched. Isaac laughs and shrugs. He looks back at his girlfriend and without warning dips her down and kisses her passionately.
Cheers and whoops fill the air as they watch the couple kiss. When they finally pull apart, the music gets turned back up and the party goes on, this time with a little more happiness.
Roxy jumps down from the table and walks back over to the four.
"Thanks for letting me do that," she tells Camilla.
"No, thank you for doing that!" Camilla replies. "It was amazing. Just what this party needed!"
Roxy laughs and winks at her. She waves as she turns away to go join another group of people.
"Well," Isaac says after a moment, "my cup is empty and I need a refill. You want some more, babe?"
Camilla shrugs and hands her boyfriend her cup. He kisses her again, lightly this time, before he leaves.
"Well, I'm going to go check on everything," Lydia says.
"Do you need any help?" Camilla asks.
Lydia brushes of the girl, "No, no. It's your day. Have fun. Make out with your man." Turning to Stiles she says, "But you, you can come. You're helping."
"I'm kind of unable to at the moment," he reminds her.
Lydia groans, "Well, you'll do what you can. C'mon, cripple." With that, she sashays away, waving at a few people as she does.
"I'm not crippled!" Stiles calls after her. "I just got shot!" He shakes his head and follows after her.
Camilla laughs. She is about to go find Allison when strong arms wrap around her.
"You're back already?" she asks. "That drink line looked pretty brutal."
She turns around to face Isaac, but when she does, she realizes it isn't her boyfriend who is holding her. When she recognizes the hazel eyes, she immediately pushes him away, anger pulsing through her veins.
"Graham, what the hell?" she exclaims.
"What, you're not happy to see me?" he smirks.
"Not really, no."
"Oh, don't be like that, Camilla," he tells her, pulling a bottle of vodka from behind his back. "Besides, I brought you some booze. I know how much you like this stuff. I remember one specific time you had a bit too much and… what was it you did?" Putting his finger to his lips, he pretends to recall the incident.
"Go screw yourself."
"No, that wasn't it… Ah! I remember now! You—"
"GRAHAM SHUT UP!" Camilla yells.
"Woah, woah. Calm down, birthday girl. I'm not here to make you upset. I missed you. What do you say we go inside and catch up?"
"No," she tells him bluntly, crossing her arms.
"C'mon, I know how much you like to lick your Graham Cracker," he says seductively.
Camilla opens her mouth to respond, but Isaac joins the two, stopping her.
"Hey, babe. Who's this?" he asks, handing her her cup.
"I'm Graham, Camilla's friend from back home," Graham answers for her, thrusting out his hand to shake Isaac's. The two shake hands and Isaac smiles.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Camilla's boyfriend, Isaac."
"Boyfriend, huh?" Graham questions turning to Camilla, amused. "You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend."
"Well considering I haven't talked to you for almost a year, it makes sense that you'd be out of the loop," she tells him coldly.
Isaac, sensing something weird, says, "Oh, babe, before I forget, Erica said she'll be here soon so do you wanna go meet her? She doesn't want to walk in alone."
Taking and deep breath, she turns and smiles at her boyfriend, "Yeah, I'd love to. Let's go now."
Isaac turns back to Graham, "Hey man, it was nice to meet you. I'll see you around?"
Graham opens his mouth to reply, but Camilla cuts him off.
"Probably not. Graham can't stay long. He was just coming to give me this," she tells Isaac, grabbing the bottle of vodka from Graham's hands. "Bye, Graham."
Without another word, she turns on her heel and drags Isaac along with her.
"What was that about?" he asks, his forehead wrinkling.
"He's just a dick is all."
"I thought he said you were friends?"
"Not really. His dad and my dad are friends. Both hunters. So you might want to stay away."
Isaac's eyes widen as he walks with Camilla, "Yikes, now I understand why you were so dismissive."
Camilla doesn't answer, and the two stop walking when they spot Erica. Isaac waves her over and the blonde is with them in a few seconds.
"Hey, happy birthday, Camilla," Erica smiles.
"Thanks, Erica. You want a drink?"
"Hell yes," Erica answers, taking the bottle that Camilla had handed to her.
With that, they walk back into the main area and Isaac grabs three shot glasses along the way. Pouring the clear liquid into each of the glasses, he hands them out to the two girls and keeps one for himself.
"To…Um…" Camilla starts.
"To Camilla," Isaac says, smiling at the dark haired girl.
"To Camilla," Erica repeats with a smile. Camilla laughs and shrugs. The three clink their glasses and throw the vodka back.
Scowls fill their faces as they swallow the strong tasting liquid.
"Damn, it's been a while," Erica says.
"Same here. I think I need another," Camilla says.
Erica nods her head, "Round two!"
After they toss back another round Erica speaks again, "Where's Scott and Allison? They need to do a shot with the birthday girl."
"I think I'm good for a while," Camilla mutters, blinking ever so slowly.
Erica shrugs, "Well then they can do a shot with me." She smiles at Isaac and Camilla and walks away, leaving the two to giggle.
TEEN WOLF
The music thumps loudly even inside the house drowning out the sound of Lydia's heels against the floor and Stiles' awkward shaky breath. He glances over at Lydia to catch the girl staring at him and just as they lock eyes she looks away.
"You look good tonight," Stiles smiles at the girl.
Looking down at her lacey green dress and then smiles back, "Thanks, new dress."
"It, uh, looks good…"
The song switches abruptly to something loud by Maroon 5. Catching on to this, Stiles begins to bob his head in time with the beat.
"Good song," the boy says.
"I love Maroon 5," Lydia agrees, "Is this One More Night?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so."
"It's a, um, a good one…"
The two sway about for a minute more before Lydia finally asks, "How's your gunshot wound?"
Stiles' brow furrows as he replies, "Its good. Scott and Isaac have both helped with the pain so it's just a little sore now. The painkillers help some too."
"Good, I'm glad you're getting better," Lydia smiles, "you know what, I think I'm gonna go and uh… oh wow, look there's Trina. I have to go ask her about the AP Stats report, I'll be right back."
Before the boy can respond Lydia has taken off, it isn't until the strawberry blonde is out of sight that he remembers Trina had transferred schools last year. He shrugs off Lydia's strange disappearance and then turns around, spotting Nolan against the wall swaying in time with the music.
Stiles begins to make his way over to the boy, looking for any form of human contact.
TEEN WOLF
A few minutes and a lot of shots later the party is in full swing, and everyone is having intoxicated fun. Camilla and Isaac dance to the music playing. With their hands all over each other, they might have to move their dancing to the bedroom within a few minutes.
Camilla pulls away from Isaac and begins to dance on her own, hypnotizing Isaac and a few of the guys standing nearby. Her body sways and moves perfectly. She bites her lip as she moves and Isaac watches, mesmerized.
The song ends, and she moves back to him, laughing.
"Holy shit, babe," he says, the world spinning a little bit.
"You like that?" Camilla asks seductively.
"I like all of you… I just… I want to make a speech!" he says suddenly, his eyes filling up with joy. Nearby, Erica dances with a guy and laughs when she overhears. Scott, holding Allison's hand, leads her onto the dance floor just in time to hear Isaac's proclamation.
"Yeah! Go Isaac!" the Alpha encourages him.
Isaac smiles and clumsily gets up on a table. Camilla watches, laughter bubbling in her throat.
"Turn down the music! Hey! Everyone! Speech!" Isaac yells.
Eventually, someone does turn down the music and Isaac takes a deep breath.
"I just wanted to take a second to honor my beautiful, amazing, talented, amazing girlfriend, Camilla. You are the sexiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on and I'm so happy you're all mine. I love you and –" he stops when he realizes his words.
Camilla's jaw drops, but Isaac continues.
"Yeah! I love you! There! I said it! Everyone, I love CAMILLA! Woo!"
He finishes and jumps off of the table, stumbling a bit. He makes his way over to Camilla and when he gets back to her, he looks deeply into her eyes.
"I love you," he repeats just for her.
"I love you," she says back. In a fraction of a second, Isaac's hands are cupping Camilla's face and he pulls her to him. Their lips lock and once again, everyone cheers as the couple kisses. This time, however, they don't stop when they realize people are watching them. Instead, they keep kissing, forgetting people are even there.
The music turns back up and things go back to normal as the couple continues to kiss. They eventually pull apart, breathless.
"Wow," Camilla says, her cheeks red.
"Yeah," Isaac responds.
Erica walks up to them and puts her arms around both of them.
"You guys are so cute. I wish I had something like that, but the guy I like is too stupid to realize what he has right in front of him!" she slurs.
"You two talk, I have to pee," Isaac says, ducking under Erica's arm and leaving the two alone.
"He loves me! I don't know why!" Camilla laughs, drunk from the alcohol and the love.
"Because you rock, girl! Own it!" Erica tells her.
"So do you!" Camilla says. "We both rock!"
"Yeah! Now if only Derek would realize that!" Erica says, starting to dance again.
Camilla joins her and says, "You just need to make a move first. He's probably scared since you were just dead a while ago."
Erica laughs, "I was wasn't I?"
"You were dead!" Camilla laughs.
"I was!" Erica replies. Soon the two are laughing hard. Tears fall from Camilla's eyes as she keeps laughing.
The two are interrupted when a girl stumbling by spills her drink on Camilla.
"Omigoshimsosorry!" the girl slurs, wobbling as she tries to stand still.
Camilla blinks and looks down at her wet clothes, "Eh. Who cares, I'll just go wear something of Lydia's."
With indifference, the birthday girl makes her way to the house, passing by Scott and Allison who are dancing close enough together that the all "just friends" reasoning flies out the window.
Allison smiles as she pulls Scott closer, moving her hips to the catchy beat. He grazes his lips against her neck and pulls his head back up to smile at her. Allison looks up after a moment and sees Scott staring intently at her, studying her.
"What?" she asks playfully, wrinkling her nose from her smile.
"You're beautiful," Scott says over the music.
Allison blushes and turns her face down, a smile filling her face.
"I'm serious," Scott tells her, causing her to look back up at him. It's then she realizes a strange intensity in his eyes. One that she hadn't seen since they were dating.
Allison laughs, not sure what to do. She starts dancing and pulling away from him causing him to chuckle and shake his head. Allison sexily maneuvers through the sea of dancers, keeping her eyes on Scott. She crooks her finger, begging him to follow her.
Scott didn't need a signal, though, and in an instant he is moving as Allison dances away. Her look provokes Scott.
Eventually, she runs out of space, nearly hitting the table that Isaac had just made his speech on. She laughs a sultry laugh when Scott catches up to her and wraps his arms around her small frame.
"What are you doing to me?" he asks, pressing his lips to her forehead.
Allison laughs again and tilts her head up. Their faces were so close, Allison could see every feature on Scott's face.
In the heat of the moment, she pulls her hand up and traces his firm jaw, a part of him which had always attracted her.
He watches as her eyes trail from his jaw to his lips, then coming back to look straight at him.
"Allison… I want you…" Scott says, his voice coming out huskily.
Allison, knowing her effect on the boy leans her face towards his ear and whispers, "How badly?"
Without warning, Scott pulls her face to his and kisses her. Allison feels her body go weak.
When they pull apart, Scott is the first to say anything.
"I want you back in my life like you used to be. You're my anchor, Allison. You always will be…"
Allison stares into his eyes and smiles a small smile, "What are you saying, Scott McCall?"
"I'm saying, I want you, Allison Argent, to be my girlfriend."
Allison, not needing to answer, kisses Scott, a bit more passionately this time.
"Does that mean yes?" Scott asks when they break the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers.
"What do you think?" she teases, kissing him again. The two stay locked in each other's embrace, kissing and smiling.
TEEN WOLF
Lydia's eyes scan the crowded room of kids until she locks eyes with Jackson. Ever so slyly she narrows her gaze and moves her finger to indicate that Jackson needs to come to her. With a sigh the boy obliges and begins to make his way over to her.
In less than a second he's in front of her and saying, "You summoned me."
"How do you feel about getting you cake and eating it too?" Lydia asks with a smirk.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Look, Jackson, I respect you as an individual so I'm going to cut through the wall of crap that surrounds you and get this out of the way: you have a thing for Nolan Hayes, and that's fantastic. Well, I've got a thing for Stiles…"
"Wait, you and Stilinski? Seriously?"
Lydia raises an elegant eyebrow, "You like boys now and you're passing judgment?"
"Right," Jackson nods, "you and Stiles. Great."
"Anyway, I'd really like to be spending as much time with Stiles as I can. And while I think its great our sweet, innocent Nolan is making friends with someone other than the librarian, I'd really like him to be focused on making you moan."
"Where are you going with this Lydia?" Jackson questions.
Lydia rolls her eyes, "Go over to them and tell Stiles to scram, maybe even send him over my way. Then you'll have your boy and I'll have mine. It's a win-win. All four of us are happy and maybe you get to find out if Nolan's ever read anything erotic and picked up a trick or two."
"Go and deal with your Stiles drama alone, alright?"
Not willing to take no for an answer Lydia decides to take fate into her own hands.
With a shove, Jackson is moving toward Nolan and Stiles who stand against a brightly painted wall laughing. Jackson watches as Stiles does a lame imitation of a light saber and smoothly interjects by coming in with a smile.
"Stiles, Lydia is looking for you. So get lost."
"Well, Nolan and I were kind of in the middle of a…" Stiles begins, but Jackson locks eyes with him and his irises flash blue for just a second, letting Stiles know he means business.
"I'm gonna go find Lydia," Stiles says with a nervous smile, "So, uh, Nolan may the force be with you."
Nolan laughs again, "And with you, young Jedi."
Ever so casually Stiles backs away, running into table behind him causing three cups to tip over and spill on the floor. He smiles at the people around him and then steps over the puddle of whatever was in the cups and goes on in search of Lydia.
"Sorry you had to put up with that," Jackson says, "you get Stiles talking about Star Wars and he doesn't stop."
"It was fine, really," Nolan tells him, "I actually really like Stiles. He's one of the few people in Beacon Hills who understands the weird and embraces it."
"You really aren't weird dude."
"Trust me; I've got seventeen years to prove that I am."
"Seventeen? The other day in the library you said you were sixteen."
Nolan looks down at his sneakers and says, "It's sort of my birthday today."
"No way," Jackson says with a smile, "that's so cool that you and Camilla share a birthday. Why aren't you celebrating more?"
"Because, well, because when I was eight years old my sister died… on my birthday. So now I'm not really down with celebrating it because it's just a big fat reminder, ya know?" Nolan says, taking his eyes of the boy in front of him to stare holes into the ground.
"Oh… shit," Jackson whispers, "I had no idea, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay; I don't expect you to know every detail of my life. Annalise was the type of girl who was out there in the best sense of the phrase. She knew how to have fun, she's the first person to tell me I was a good artist… and she lived. She really did. She wasn't afraid to do anything, she wasn't afraid to audition for the school play or tell someone how she really felt," the boy sighs. "And maybe that was just the ignorance of her only being fifteen, but… Annalise was never one to stick to the status quo – but I am and I wish I wasn't."
"So stop sticking," Jackson states, "do something wild. Go streaking in the park. Punch a werewolf in the face. Go get a tattoo or something. Let's go do something crazy to ring in your seventeenth year."
A smile spreads on Nolan's face as he says, "Take me for a ride, Jackson."
The two are just about to leave when up stumbles Isaac. A red solo cup in his hand, he reeks of bourbon and he's spilling his drink all over the floor.
"Hold that thought," Jackson says, rushing over to his fellow beta.
"Jacks… ass," Isaac laughs, "you're a jackass. Ha."
"And you're drunk. What the hell are you doing Isaac?"
The boy's smiles turns to a frown when he says, "I'm trying to find my girl. Have you seen my girl? She's mine and she's hot and she's sexy, but she's also gorgeous. I love my girl… have you seen her?"
"I think I saw her run upstairs," Nolan says, coming up to the two werewolves, "she's probably still up there."
Isaac places a hand on Nolan's cheek and pats it affectionately, "Thank you, Bookworm. That's what Camilla calls you, she's the greatest. God, I love her… okay, well you two kids run along. I'm gonna go find my boo bear."
Before Jackson can insist that Isaac find some water to drink, the boy is already stumbling up the stairs in search of Camilla. Nolan and Jackson exchange a humor filled glance before the werewolf says, "So, ride time now?"
"Absolutely," Nolan smiles, as he follows Jackson out of the Martin house.
TEEN WOLF
Camilla smoothes the dress of Lydia's she had just put on, and admires her appearance in a mirror. Surprisingly, her drunk buzz had faded a bit and she was feeling less crazy. She reaches over and grabs her glass of water and chugs it down.
She turns and is about to go get more water when she sees a familiar dark haired woman in front of her, sobering Camilla instantly.
"Camilla," the woman speaks softly adding a foreign lilt to her name as she utters it. Camilla drops the glass to the floor, thankful when it doesn't shatter.
"Mom?" she cries out, not believing the woman before her.
"It's me, mija," Lola replies, lifting her arms to embrace her daughter.
Camilla is about to walk forward and hug her mother when reason flashes through her mind.
"Camilla? What's wrong?" Lola asks, concern crossing her face.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Mother," Camilla says, her chin wobbling.
"Camilla, darling, what are you talking about? You need to lie down, you've drank too much." The woman moves forward but Camilla backs away, anger on her face.
"Don't touch me, Malum. I know it's you," Camilla says squaring her jaw out.
"Mija…" the woman says sorrowfully. Camilla doesn't respond. After a moment, the woman before her sighs and shakes her head.
"Damn, I thought the drunkenness would play to my advantage. Oh well," The Root says from Camilla's mother's body.
"What do you want you bastard?" Camilla spits out.
"Wow, I thought you would like my gift. I brought your mother back to you on your birthday! I thought you would love it."
"We're going to get you, you know? I will do everything in my power to make sure you and your ghost ass or whatever you are goes back to the Other World. So enjoy your time, because you won't be here much longer."
"Ooh, I'm so scared," The Root says. Before either of them speak, they hear Isaac calling for Camilla from down the hall. "Well shoot, better scurry before your wolf boyfriend gets angry. Happy birthday, Camilla." With one last menacing look, The Root snaps and disappears right as Isaac enters the room.
"Babe! I've been looking for you everywhere! Why are you in here? Did you change? What did – " the boy stops when he sees the tears coming from Camilla.
Shaking him out of his stupor, a bit, Isaac rushes over to his girlfriend and brings her to him.
"Hey, what's wrong? Shhh, it's okay."
Camilla continues to sob and Isaac holds her to him, his hands petting her hair.
"C'mon, let's sit down," he says, pulling her over to Lydia's bed. Camilla sits down and starts to wipe her eyes.
"Babe, what happened?"
"Malum… he… he brought back my mother…" Camilla says, choking on her words.
"What? Like resurrected her?"
"No," she shakes her head. "Just her body. He used her just like Matt and Erica's dad and Paige and…" Camilla doesn't finish, her sobs taking over.
Isaac pulls her to him again protectively, "It's okay. He's gone. It's gone. I'm here."
"Will you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone," Camilla asks, pulling away and looking into his eyes.
"Of course I will."
TEEN WOLF
Peter pushes open the door of the old Hale house and peers inside. He's not nervous exactly, although he feels adrenaline pulsing through him like it does when he is excited. He steps through the foyer and into what used to be the living room where he sees a thin girl sitting on the floor in a yoga pose.
"Surprised to see you here," the girl says, whipping her head around to sneak a peek at the older Hale, "I thought McCall's Pack had classified me as the big bad."
Peter chuckles before he leans against the doorframe casually, "I'm sure as hell not part of McCall's pack."
"So what you're an omega? That's rich."
"If you don't mind my asking, who exactly are you right now?" Peter asks, as Malum gets up from off the floor.
The short blonde girl does a spin, "I'm Jane Dixon, one of the shooter's victims. I guess seeing as how I'm not one of Scott's buddies I'm also not important. How messed up is that? Just because I wasn't quick to befriend the lacrosse team I don't matter? I matter."
"You're really committing to that body."
The Root shrugs, "I've got a lot of free time between resurrections. Sometimes I like to play pretend," the last words escape the girl's lips with a twisted smirk.
Peter walks into the room, his eyes glowing blue in the shining moonlight, "Can we cut to the chase, Malum?"
"Certainly. What can I do for you, Mr. Hale?"
"I'm sure you, master of evil, know well and good that what I want more than anything is to be the alpha again. The only problem being that Scott is in the picture, him and all his adorable, teen pals in fact. Point is, is that I'm interested in striking a deal."
Malum pushes some short blonde hair behind her ear, "And what kind of deal is that?"
"You help me take down the pack and regain my role as alpha and I'll happily be your minion, no need to go through that pesky resurrection cycle. Just tell me what you want done and I'll do it."
The two stare at each other a moment while Peter begins to wonder if he's made a mistake by coming here hoping that the Root of Evil would suddenly have a change of heart and decide to do something for the good of another.
"Alright," Malum smiles, "I'll help you if you help me. That seems totally fair. You do realize though that I can't kill Scott and his friends – I can do things to them, come in the form of dead loved ones, strip them of their typical werewolf sense and everything – but you'll have to do all the killing yourself… I'm sort of
Non-corporal
."
Peter rolls his eyes, "Wouldn't be the first time I've killed someone."
"Oh trust me, I know."
"So we have a deal then?"
"We've got a deal. And it just so happens that I've already got the perfect job lined up for your first day."
TEEN WOLF
Danny hands Nolan a shiny ID card and smiles at the boy brightly, "If you want to get served, you're going to need this. Yeah, Jungle is kind of a crazy place, but they're actually pretty strict about the underage drinking thing."
"Thanks," Nolan smiles back, his eyes moving down to the fake ID. He smiles as he sees his name is now Matthew Grey, age twenty two. "Are you sure I can pass for this old?"
From the front seat the boy sees Ethan shrug, "I don't see why not."
Jackson, sitting in the driver's seat, turns around and smiles at Danny and Nolan in the back before he says swiftly, "Let's go live life."
The four boys are quick to file out of the car. The cold November air hits them as they hustle across the street. When Jackson sees Nolan shiver, he's quick to take off his leather jacket and give it to the boy. Nolan's face lights up as he accepts the jacket and before the auburn haired boy knows it the four of them are inside the bar.
Bad Romance by Lady Gaga plays loudly throughout the bar as multicolored strobe lights flash out on the dance floor. Men and drag queens alike dance like crazy, covered in glitter and sweat out on the floor. Although the music is pounding heavily, Jackson can hear Nolan's heartbeat pick up with excitement.
"We're gonna dance!" Danny shouts before grabbing Ethan's hand to lead him to the dance floor.
Nolan looks around as a drag queen with a fuchsia feather boa throws back a shot of some kind at the bar and laughs loudly at something a scrawny man beside her said.
"This enough of a ride for you?" Jackson shouts over the music, hoping Nolan can hear him.
The boy nods, "This is perfect, actually. Annalise would be proud."
Jackson and Nolan exchange a smile and then walk over to the bar, instantly grabbing the attention of the shirtless man behind the counter who smiles at the two boys and asks what they'd like to drink – only after examining their IDs.
"Tequila shots," Jackson answers before Nolan can say anything. "We need lots of tequila shots for the birthday boy."
Wordlessly, the bartender sets ten shot glasses on the counter and then grabs the tequila. He quickly tips the bottle over and allows the brown liquid to pour out, filling each cup and also dousing the counter in alcohol. He next grabs a shaker of salt and sets a small bowl of limes beside that.
Reaching to his back pocket, Jackson produces his wallet and asks, "How much?"
"Oh they're paid for, courtesy of that guy over there," the bartender says and points to a man at the end of the bar wearing a bedazzled t-shirt.
"You've got an admirer," Jackson says to Nolan as he pours salt onto the boy's hand so he can take a shot.
Nolan rolls he eyes and licks the salt off his hand, throwing back the tequila, and finally putting a lime in his mouth to chase the alcohol. After licking his lips to clean off any leftover lime juice he says, "Yeah right, I'm standing next to a Ken doll. No way was that guy looking at me."
Jackson throws back his own shot, following Nolan's lead perfectly before he laughs and says, "You're hot, dude. Get over it."
Thanking his lucky stars that the bar wasn't all that well lit, Nolan blushes before he takes another shot.
Over and over again the boys do shots and laugh before all the glasses are empty. Feeling slightly dizzy, Nolan beams at Jackson and places a hand on his shoulder, Jackson smiles back not fully understanding why the boy seems so happy.
"Oh shit," Nolan says as Chronicles of a Fallen Lover by the Bloody Beetroots begins to play, "I love this song. I love this song! Let's dance! You still owe me a dance from Halloween."
Jackson puts his arm out for Nolan to grab and the birthday boy is quick to grab it. The werewolf then leads him out onto the dance floor just as the bass drops and everyone around them jumps in perfect time with the song. When it slows, Jackson surprises himself by wrapping his arms around Nolan to pull him close and dance with him.
The two boys move slowly in the crowd as people continue to dance madly. It's a Saturday night and everyone is feeling alive.
Toward a corner of the dance floor Jackson sees Danny and Ethan kissing and eventually grinding on each other. Nolan's sighs happily and his breath smiles like lime and mint from a piece of gum Jackson hadn't realized he was chewing. Jackson keeps his arms wrapped tightly around Nolan who mimics him perfectly. The kids cling to each other as people around them move crazily, but no matter what they stay swaying gently to the song.
Suddenly Nolan pulls back, causing Jackson to wonder if he'd done something wrong. He begins to ask when out of nowhere Nolan meshes their mouths together in a moment of heat.
Caught off guard at first, Jackson begins to panic, but quickly allows the kiss to continue. Both hearts begin to race as Jackson's hands glide up to either side of Nolan's face to hold him steady – the two stop moving completely, caught in the kiss.
It's Jackson who pulls away first and when he speaks, he's breathless, "Finally."
"I've wanted to do that since you started eating lunch with me," Nolan giggles.
"That was worth the wait."
TEEN WOLF
A little over an hour later, Erica stumbles into the loft. She was planning on heading right to her room when she notices Derek sitting on the couch looking directly at her. The anger was clear even through Erica's blurry vision.
"Sup," she says, turning away quickly and trying to make it to her room without Derek noticing her intoxication.
"Come here," Derek commands.
"You know, I so would. But I'm tired and I just think I'm going to go to bed. Night," Erica scurries to get to her room, but Derek uses his speed and cuts her off, grabbing her wrist.
"Erica," he says angrily. She slowly looks up at him and looks right into his glare.
"Derek…" she says unsurely.
"You reek of vodka," he states.
"Well people were drinking..."
"Were you?" he questions.
"Why do you care? You're not my father," she answers, trying to pull her wrist from his grip. Derek tightens his hand around her in return.
"Erica."
The blonde sighs, "Fine, I was a little. So what?"
"So what? Erica, The Root of Evil is running around and you know he has a vendetta against you. Getting drunk was the stupidest thing you could've done. I shouldn't have let you go since you obviously have no self-control."
Anger rushes through Erica and she yells back, "What the hell is your problem, Derek? I'm home, I'm in one piece. I had someone drive me home. I'm fine! After all of the shit I've been through, you'd think you would have a little sympathy and understand that I wanted to just forget for one damn night!"
Derek doesn't respond, but he keeps his eyes locked on hers, his grip still tight.
"Just because you can deal with death easily doesn't mean everyone else can!" she yells, wiping the tears from her face with her free hand, angry that she had started crying. "I was with my parents for a week and then I got to see them murdered! How in the hell am I supposed to be okay with that? How am I supposed to just forget? I can't!"
Derek still doesn't speak but when Erica pulls away, he lets her. Rather than going to her room, she makes her way to the couch and sits down, burying her head in her hands and sobbing.
"Every day," she begins in a softer voice, "I see them. The blood. I see The Root's evil face in my father's body. I see my mother lying on the kitchen floor. Dead. I can't get it out of my head, Derek. I just can't."
She cries even harder and Derek moves to sit next to her. He grabs her and pulls her to him. She feels his strong arms around her and she sobs.
"I lose everyone. I just wanted one night to forget it. To not feel the hole in my heart," Erica manages through sobs. "It's not fair."
"I know," Derek says, speaking for the first time since Erica started getting upset. "I know."
"Derek," she asks, lifting her head from his chest, "What am I supposed to do? I can't forget it… I thought it would get better, but it gets worse. I wish I would've stayed dead."
"Don't say that," Derek growls. "Don't you dare say that."
"Why? My parents would still be alive! It's all my fault!"
"No it's not. It's The Root's. And we're going to send him back. I don't care what it takes. I'll do whatever I need to do."
The two stare at each other, emotions running through both of them. Derek sees the hurt on her face and slowly he brushes some blonde hair behind her ear and moves closer
The man can feel her heartbeat increase and he knows she can feel his do the same and in an instant of blind impulse, he leans down and kisses her.
Their passion grows and the kiss becomes more forceful. Derek's hands roam over Erica's body, wanting to feel every inch of her.
She runs her hands down to the bottom of his shirt and begins to pull it up. Derek realizes her actions and takes it into his own hands, pulling away from her for a moment to pull his shirt over his head. The moment his shirt is gone his mouth is back on hers and he lifts her up to put her on his lap.
Erica grabs Derek's face and holds on, kissing him hard. She runs her fingers through his hair, pulling a little.
Derek holds her at the small of her back and moves his hands lower, making her want to be even closer to him.
Without warning, however, he pulls away and is off the couch, his back turned to her.
"Derek what the hell?" she asks, confused.
"You're drunk Erica. It went too far," he answers. Erica can hear the pain in his voice. She studies the muscles in his back and she thinks about what to say next.
She decides not to argue and stands up.
"Fine, I'm going to bed," she says walking away.
Derek doesn't follow her and when she turns around, he isn't watching her so, rather than going into her own bedroom, she goes into Derek's.
She doesn't bother flipping on the light, but she goes to his dresser and pulls out one of his shirts.
Stripping down quickly, she pulls everything off except her underwear and slides on Derek's shirt, the hem of which hangs dangerously low on her.
She smiles and makes her way to his bed, sliding into the soft covers.
She makes herself comfortable and waits.
A few minutes later, Derek opens the door and walks in.
"Erica," he says.
She doesn't answer, hoping her plan will work. Her head still feels dizzy.
"Erica, I know you're not asleep," he warns her. Again, she doesn't say a word.
Eventually he sighs and she hears him slide off his jeans. A few moments later he slides into the bed on the opposite side, careful not to touch her.
Erica listens to his slow breathing and flips over on her side to face him.
"Erica, what are you doing?" he asks, turning to look at her. She shrugs in response.
A small smile forms on his lips and he shakes his head, "Go to sleep."
Instead of obeying, she moves closer and kisses him. He obviously didn't expect it, but he kisses her back anyways.
Before it can get heated again, he pulls away slightly.
"Erica," he groans. "We can't do this. You're still drunk."
"So what?"
"So I'm not doing this. Go to sleep, okay?"
"Fine," she says, pulling away and flipping onto her other side.
She hears him laugh and after a few moments she feels him move over and pull her close to him.
He puts his arms around her and rests one of his hands on her hips.
"Nice shirt," he says into her ear, making her smile.
She relaxes and places her hand over the one of his that rests on her hip.
"Goodnight, Derek," she says.
"Goodnight, Erica."
TEEN WOLF
At the same time, Camilla, almost sober, sits on Lydia's guest bed, brushing her hair. She waits for Isaac to get out of the bathroom.
When he finally opens the door and walks back into the room she smiles.
"You're sure Lydia doesn't care if I stay here tonight?" he asks, getting into bed next to her.
"It's my birthday, I can do what I want," Camilla says with a smirk.
"Well, technically it's not your birthday anymore…" Isaac teases, looking at the clock which told them it was a little after three in the morning.
Camilla frowns at Isaac who laughs.
"I'm kidding, babe. You can still do whatever you want. Especially to me," he flirts, pulling her to him and kissing her lightly.
She kisses him back but pulls away.
"What?" he asks, still smiling.
"I just… need to tell you something," she says.
His smile fades, "What, babe?"
Camilla sighs and says, "Graham… isn't just a family friend. He's my ex."
"What?" Isaac asks, raising his eyebrows.
"I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you… He just… brings back a lot of bad memories."
Isaac doesn't say anything, but he looks at her expectantly, wanting her to go on.
"You know how I said his dad and my dad were hunting friends? Well, Graham was… kind of my mentor. He helped train me when my dad couldn't. And I don't know, one day we were training and he kissed me… and that's when it all began. We didn't tell our parents because for one he was older than me and also because they probably just wouldn't be okay with it. We were together for a long time, and then my mom started getting sick, and I was just a mess and he wasn't there for me like I wanted him to be and so we broke things off. Then after she died, I saw him at her funeral and he kissed me and we were going to meet after her funeral. But later I found out he had a girlfriend who he brought. So I said a few choice words and I hadn't spoken to him since."
Isaac processes the information and before he can speak Camilla says, "I'm really sorry I didn't say anything. I was just so overwhelmed and I didn't want to deal with it… I'm so sorry… I—"
Isaac interrupts her by kissing her suddenly, shutting her up.
When he pulls away, he says, "I don't care. I'm just glad you told me now. That was the past, you don't have to deal with him anymore, okay?"
Camilla smiles and nods, leaning in to kiss him again.
"Actually, I kind of do," she says after a moment. "He's staying at my place tonight and tomorrow too."
Isaac laughs, "Well, you're not going to. You can stay with me at the loft."
Camilla chuckles and snuggles up against him.
"You know I love you, right?" Isaac tells her.
"I was wondering when you'd bring that up. I figured you were going to just pretend it didn't happen…"
"And why would I do that? I love you, Camilla. I could never forget that."
"I love you, Isaac," Camilla responds. Instantly, their lips are pressed together and things begin to heat up.
Isaac, keeping his mouth on Camilla's rolls on top of her. He pulls away and tugs off his shirt hastily. Camilla follows suit.
He smiles at her and leans back in to kiss her neck. The brunette grips her boyfriend's back and closes her eyes. After a moment, his lips are back on hers hungrily.
They continue their kissing for a while, and Isaac pulls Camilla up and works on the clasp behind her back.
When he succeeds they go back to kissing passionately. Isaac pulls away and Camilla sees the pleading in his eyes.
"Are you sure you…."
Camilla nods and grabs his face, bringing him to her again. After they strip off the remaining clothing and kiss for a bit more, Isaac pulls away again.
"I don't have…"
"I do, in my purse," Camilla says breathlessly, pointing to where her purse lays.
Isaac smiles at her, "Miss Argent, were you planning on getting me in the sack this whole time?"
Camilla smiles back and pulls him to her again, kissing him even harder. She is the one who pulls away, leaving him breathless.
She whispers in his ear, "Go get it."
Isaac follows her commands and is back within seconds.
They look into each other's eyes, ready to show just how much they love each other.
TEEN WOLF
Graham struts to his car, the sound his motorcycle boots make on the concrete is definite and the only sound around… at first. The boy isn't halfway to his vehicle when he hears the familiar heavy breathing of someone who'd been running through the woods.
A wolf is near.
Without hesitation the boy reaches into the inside of his jacket and pulls out a small knife.
"I hope that's you, Isaac," the boy whispers.
He stands firm, his heart pounding as he's ready for a fight. The heavy breathing is gone now, replaced by a rustling of leaves in the distance. Graham listens further, his muscles still tense and his heart still beating rapidly.
After a moment he gets up and proceeds again to his truck, keeping his knife firmly in hand.
A howl cuts through the air like an axe and Graham spins around just in time to see the werewolf come running toward him on all fours. Its eyes glow a bright blue as it lunges at him, snapping with its long teeth at his throat. Graham slashes at it and blood spills from the wounds he's caused.
The wolf howls again, this time rearing its head back before it ducks down and sinks its teeth into his throat.
Graham chokes on a scream as he can feel blood begin to pour from the bite. He watches as the wolf pulls away, its face returning to normal in the process. Blood now drips from the mouth of a man whose smile is illuminated eerily in the moonlight.
The man bends down slowly and whispers in Graham's ear, "The name is Peter, actually," before he puts his hands on both sides of the boy's head and snaps his neck, the cracking sound deafening to even the werewolf.
A gust of wind kicks up suddenly and Peter hears a short applause.
"Not bad," Malum says, coming up to the man in the form of a Hispanic woman he's never seen before, "I've got to say, I half expected you to chicken out, but I was wrong."
Peter wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "I never go back on a deal."
"Well, that deal is locked into place now. You followed through and that won't go without reward."
TEEN WOLF
Nolan and Jackson rush into the Hayes house still kissing. The front door is left standing wide open as Jackson pins Nolan up against a wall and smashes their lips together. The heat the werewolf feels every time their lips touch is indescribable and unfathomably satisfying.
The auburn haired boy gets his fingers on the snap buttons of Jackson's blue and red plaid shirt and instantly rips it open, revealing the smooth mounds of muscle beneath. Nolan lets out a sigh.
"Jesus Christ," he says looking into Jackson's eyes, "it's like you're airbrushed."
Jackson chuckles and kisses Nolan again, beginning to toy with the zipper on the boy's jeans, "Are we going too fast? I don't want to rush anything. If you aren't ready or whatever we can press pause."
"Jackson?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and take your pants off."
The werewolf smiles devilishly and sheds his pants as Nolan pulls his t-shirt off and takes his own pants off the rest of the way. Both boys stand underwear clad now and in the blink of an eye Jackson has Nolan wrapped around him and on the couch.
They continue to kiss and the excitement they both feel is extremely evident. Nolan hooks his fingers around the waistband of Jackson's Calvin Klein boxer briefs and begins to pull him down when he suddenly stops and hauls himself off the boy, tossing a pillow on him.
"What, uh, what's going on in here?" a man asks from the doorway. Jackson looks up and quickly deduces that the man he's looking at is Nolan's father.
"Dad, I… it's not what it looks like. Actually it's exactly what it looks like… but, I swear it's not as bad as it seems," Nolan spits out.
Awkwardly, Mr. Hayes holds tosses Jackson's jeans to him, "You know when I said, 'Have a good time tonight,' you getting lucky wasn't totally what I had had in mind."
"Sir," Jackson says, pulling on his pants yet remaining shirtless, "this was all on me."
"I have the image of my son on you burned into my mind forever, so believe me I know."
Nolan's face is burning red, "I've never wanted to die more than I do right now."
Nolan's dad tosses his son's jeans to him and throws Jackson his shirt. The boys dress silently, Mr. Hayes watching the whole time. When Jackson is fully clothed he reaches out a hand in hopes that Nolan's father will shake it.
"We're already pretty familiar," Jackson jokes, "but I'm Jackson Whittemore."
Staring at the boy's outstretched hand for a minute; the older man takes it and shakes it, "Marcel Hayes."
Embarrassed beyond measure, Nolan walks back out to the foyer and grabs his t-shirt, pulling it back on and taking a few deep breaths before he walks back into the living room. He stares at his father with wide eyes and hopes the man isn't mad.
"I'm so sorry dad," Nolan says, "I'm sorry to infinity and beyond. You weren't… uh…"
"Supposed to catch you?" Marcel finishes.
"Pretty much," Nolan admits, "I guess I forgot that you would be home. It's Saturday night and it's only," the boy looks at the grandfather clock against the far wall and sighs, "well, it's three in the morning. But I still forgot all the same."
Jackson clears his throat, "I think I should get going…"
"Not a bad idea," Marcel says flatly.
"Jackson, I..." Nolan begins, but is cut off when the lacrosse player smiles at him.
The boy says quickly, "If you aren't grounded for eternity or banned from contacting me, I hope to see you tomorrow. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Hayes. G'night, Nolan."
And just as quickly as he'd arrived, Jackson left.
Nolan now stood across from his father in a painful silence. His face had begun to cool down and his heart rate had returned to normal, but he was still terrified of what his father was going to say to him once he started on his usual roll.
"I'm not mad and you're not in trouble. I guess as long as you guys would've been safe there isn't much more to say," the man sighs as he crosses his arms, "I'm not totally thrilled about finding my son straddling his boyfriend? Or whatever that boy is to you, but no harm no foul."
The boy's jaw drops, "Seriously?"
"Do you want a punishment? Because I'm sure I can muster one up."
"No, no, it's just… I got off easy. I thought there'd be banishment and shame brought upon the Hayes family crest, but… use protection? That's all you got?"
Marcel nods, "Yeah, that's it."
"I'm going to go to bed now, before you have time to change your mind," Nolan scoffs, walking out of the room and into the foyer. Just as he reaches the steps though his father's words from that morning run through his head, "She's not here is she?"
Marcel comes out of the living room and looks up to his son, "No, she's not. They said they didn't think it was a good time. Maybe next month."
"You say that every month," Nolan sighs, heading back up the stairs.
"I miss your mother too," Marcel says to the boy as he continues on up the steps. It's clear though his words fall on deaf ears when he hears a door upstairs click shut.
In his bedroom, Nolan throws himself onto his bed, just as hot angry tears begin to run down his face.
"Happy birthday to me," he says quietly.
TEEN WOLF
A/N: Hey guys! Hope you've enjoyed the story so far! This was a super long chapter to make up for the chapters that weren't so long. To help you guys picture the other OC's we have a list of celebrities who we picture when we write: For Roxy - Taissa Farmiga, Graham - Sam Claflin, Marcel - Dylan McDermott, and Lola - Salma Hayek. Again, thanks so much for everything! Keep reading!