Chapter 3 - Love Story?

ON THE FIELDS

The following day, Mickey was walking towards the lacrosse field to meet up with Stiles and Scott. Stiles had texted him the day before saying that they'd met this guy named Derek Hale out in the woods and their encounter had been quite intimidating. It wasn't really exciting news but Mickey knew that Scott and Stiles knew more then they'd told him and Mickey sure didn't like that he had missed out on information, he needed to stop being so lazy.

''It was a wolf...'' Mickey heard Stiles mutter at Scott retreating back, feeling sorry for his best friend who'd just gotten ignored, Mickey gripped his friend's shoulder while giving him a joyful smile. Stiles returned the smile as Mickey sat down beside him.

''So, What's the news?'' Mickey asked in a slightly stern tone, he didn't want any half-assed answers and he wanted the truth. Stiles seemed to get the message as he rubbed the back of his head, trying to come up with a way to start the explanation.

''Well, you remember the night we went out to the forest and my dad sent you and I back home?'' He started and Mickey nodded, he sure remembered. Stiles sighed as he continued, ''Scott explained to me yesterday that when he'd made his way back out of the forest, something attacked him. More exactly, it bit him.'' He explained making Mickey frown.

''What bit him?'' He asked, pale green meeting whiskey brown eyes.

''That's what we've been trying to find out and that's where my new theory comes in but Scott refuses to listen,'' Stiles muttered as he spared a glare towards Scott's direction, Mickey just rolled his eyes.

''What theory?'' His question snapping Stiles attention back to their conversation.

''I heard my dad on the phone. They found animal hair on the body and you're not gonna believe which animal it was!'' He started clearly excited but Mickey didn't get it.

''Well?'' Mickey asked, waiting for Stiles to just say it. The later huffed at his friends' response.

''It was a wolf!'' So that's what Stiles was muttering about when Mickey arrived, the pale green-eyed teen nodded before turning his attention to the field where Scott suddenly made a pirouette over one of the players before scorings, everyone started to applaud in amazement.

''I guess that has something to do with Scott's new athletic side?'' Mickey concluded as he watched Stiles expression, they both were on the same page. Either Scott was taking some serious steroids or something else was seriously wrong, a person can't change that much just over a night.

STILINSKI'S HOUSE

Laying on his best friends bed, actually awake for once. Mickey was laid on his back with his nose in one of Stiles many comic books, this one about Superman. He could clearly hear Stiles from where the buzz cut haired teen was seated by the desk, tapping away on his computer about what he'd called 'lycanthropy' which apparently was the Latin name for werewolf. Mickey had left it at that and returned to reading about Clark saving Louise from the evil looking, villain, he'd forgotten the name of, he found the story truly fascinating. His concentration was cut as there was a sudden knock on the door, Mickey looked up from his book to see Stiles walking up to open the door where Scott appeared.

''Get in. You have to see this. I've been up all night, reading, websites, books, all those things...'' Stiles started as he closed the door behind Scott who walked in with a huge smile on his face, Stiles quickly walked past him to return to his computer which he'd shut but quickly opened again as he continued on with his explanation.

''How much Adderal did you have today?'' Scott asked as he followed Stiles jumpy movements, Mickey too looked at Stiles before turning his gaze to Scott.

''A lot.'' He stated before returning to his comic book, Stiles just waved off the question.

''Doesn't matter. Just listen.'' He commanded as he turned back, searching through a pile of papers on his desk. Scott did as told and sat down on the bed, careful not to accidentally sit down on Mickey's legs. Mickey feeling a little nice today scooted closer to the wall to give his friend space to sit.

''Is this about the body? Did you find out who it is?'' Scott asked while putting down his bag which he'd brought on the floor in front of the bed just as Stiles turned back around with his papers.

''No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale.'' Stiles answered while rolling on his chair so he was closer to where Scott was seated on the bed, the latter leaned forward slightly as he seemed more curious.

''The guy from the woods?'' Mickey asked from where he still had his nose in the comic book, his tone sounded absent but he was still listening, tired of always missing out on the latest news.

''Yeah, but that's not it, okay?!'' Stiles exclaimed with wild hand movements making Mickey look up, even he was getting curious.

''What then?'' Scott asked wanting to know what had gotten their friend so hyper.

''Remember the joke from the other day? It's not a joke anymore.'' Mickey looked between his two best friends with a raised eyebrow, Scott looked like he didn't really understand where Stiles was going with this, ''The wolf, the bite in the woods! Do you know why a wolf howls?'' Stiles exclaimed with even more hand movements, Mickey was now totally lost.

''It's a signal, right?'' Mickey guessed as Scott seemed equally lost, Stiles nodded as his answer was right.

''It's a signal. When a wolf is alone and howls, he signals his location to the rest of the pack! So if you heard it, maybe you're not the only one, maybe there's a pack of wolves.'' By this time, Stiles was on his feet trying to get his message through his two unintelligent friends heads. Scott gasped as if he suddenly understood.

''A pack of wolves?'' He asked with a slight frown, Mickey really didn't get what they were going at. Had a pack of wolves killed the girl in the woods and cut her in half?

''No, werewolves...'' Stiles sighed, puzzled if Scott really did understand what he was talking about or if he was as out in the dark as Mickey who by this time had returned back to his comic book. There's just so much information a guy can take each night, don't wanna get a headache.

''Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour.'' Scott complained as he too stood, the name Allison getting Mickey's attention. Is he picking her up?

''Like a date?'' He asked but his two friends ignored him as Stiles continued.

''We saw you on the fields today Scott. What you did wasn't just amazing, alright? It was impossible!'' Stiles stuttered as he put a hand on Scott's chest to stop him from walking out the door, Mickey glanced at the two with a frown hoping this wouldn't escalate.

''I just made a good shot,'' Scott argued as he once again made it for the door but Stiles stopped him.

''No, you made an incredible shot! I mean, the way you move, the speed, the reflexes! People can't just do that over a night! And there's the vision and the senses and you don't use your inhaler anymore...'' The buzz cut haired teen exclaimed as he once again put a hand to Scott's chest, stopping the other from leaving the room. He then snatched the bag which Scott had taken from the bed, Stiles threw it back on the bed hitting Mickey on the side.

''Stiles!'' Mickey growled as he kicked the bag away from him, his pale green eyes glaring irritably at Stiles.

''Hey, dude! I can't think about this now, we'll talk tomorrow.'' Scott huffed but Stiles would have none of that.

''No! What? No! The full moon is tonight!'' The buzz cut haired teen said with wild hand movements as he stood in front of Scott, Mickey started to think that this night wouldn't have any more silent hours.

''Don't you get it? What are you trying to do? I made the first line, I have a date with the girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, everything in my life is somehow perfect, why are you trying to ruin it?'' Scott whined as he glared pleadingly at Stiles, the later ignoring him as he once again sat down and rummaged through his papers before taking up a small pile.

''I'm trying to help! You're cursed, Scott. You know and it's not just that the moon will cause you to physically change, it also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.'' Stiles said with a sad tone while leaning back in his chair as he turned to look up at Scott, the later was looking down at him with an unreadable look on his face but Mickey got curious.

''Bloodlust?'' He asked with a raised eyebrow from his position on the bed, this conversation was really starting to get interesting.

''Yeah, his urge to kill,'' Stiles explained with a shrug.

''I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill someone, Stiles.'' Scott mocked bitterly as he shot a pointed look down at Stiles, Mickey just rolled his eyes. Stiles ignored the mocking comment as he once again turned back to rummage through the things on his desk, which in Mickey's opinion should be cleaned up.

''You have to hear this.'' Stiles said while leaning forward to pull out a book.''The change is caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. I've never seen someone raising your pulse like Allison does! You've got to cancel this date. I'll call her right now.'' Stiles finished walking up to Scott bag and rummaged through it until he found the guys phone.

''What are you doing?'' Scott asked with annoyance clear in his tone.

''I'm canceling the date.'' Stiles got up just as Scott gripped hold of him.

''No! Give me that!'' He shouted as he suddenly slammed Stiles against the wall and drawn back his fist as if he was getting ready to hit the other male, Mickey quickly got off the bed and headed over to stop Scott from doing something he'd regret.

''Eyy eyy, calm down Scott!'' He shouted he didn't know if Scott really had intended on hitting Stiles but he wasn't just gonna sit there as his best friends fought each other with fists. Scott seemed to get back to his senses and instead of hitting Stiles, he slammed his fist against the chair which hit the floor with a loud 'crash'. His breathing was really heavy as he finally looked back up at Stiles, realizing just what had happened.

''I'm sorry... I'm gonna get ready for that party...'' He hurriedly apologized as he grabbed his bag from the bed, ''I'm sorry...'' he said again before hurrying out the door. Both Stiles and Mickey watched him go in shock, none of the two could grasp on what had just happened. Mickey then slumped back down on the bed with a huff as Stiles walked over to return the chair to its former location.

''Shit.'' He muttered getting Mickey attention, looking at the chair where Scott had punched it. The chair had deep scratch marks ruining the leather.

LATER AT THE STILINSKI'S HOUSE

Sleeping soundly on Stiles very soft and fluffy bed, Mickey let out a satisfied huff as he rolled over to lay on his stomach with both arms under the pillow. The room was completely silent as the sheriff was on duty and Stiles had headed over to the party every teenager in Beacon Hills had gone to. Well, every teenager except the ever so tired Mickey who was fast asleep on his best friends bed. Nothing would be able to ruin his perfect sleep, except for the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. Groaning and without opening his eyes, Mickey lazily searched the nightstand for his phone which took him over five tries before his hand finally touched his phone.

''What!?'' He didn't even try to hide his annoyance as he put the phone against his ear but quickly held it away as a very loud voice came through the speaker.

''Mickey! I need you to go over to the Argent's house!'' Came Stiles voice, the normally cheery teen sounded frustrated and worried.

''Why?'' Mickey asked as he swung his legs of the bed and searched the room for his hoodie, it was hard to find as the room was just as dark as the fabric itself and his eyes were tired from sleep.

''Well because of the full moon, Scott's turning and he's going after Derek who apparently has kidnapped Allison!'' Mickey didn't get it but by the sound of Stiles tone, he guessed it was important that he went over to make sure Allison was alright and make sure that she wasn't being eaten by that guy named Derek Hale.

''Hmm, sure.'' He finally said and got a quick 'Good' from Stiles before the call ended, Mickey just sighed as he finally found his hoodie and he headed out into the night.

ARGENT'S HOUSE

With his hands stuffed deep down his front pocket, Mickey ran up the stairs to the Argents' porch and knocked on the door. He only needed to wait a little more than a minute before a woman with short red hair opened the door, one eyebrow raised as she looked him over while waiting for an explanation.

''Hi, Mrs. Argent... I'm a friend of your daughter. Is she home?'' He asked while shifting on his legs nervously, this woman sure had a nerve wrecking stare. The woman just gave him a curt nod as she turned around towards the stairs.

''Allison! It's for you.'' She shouted up the stairs and not long after did the beautiful dark brown curly haired girl with fair skin appear on the top of the stairway. She was clothed in a white button up and grayish-blue jeans, at seeing him standing there she smiled warmly. Mickey returned the smile as he watched her hurry down the stairs to where he stood.

''Mickey, what are you doing here?'' She was still smiling warmly as she offered him to come inside into the heat, Mickey hesitated but stepped in so the cold air from outside wouldn't get into the house.

''Just wanted to make sure you got back safely.'' He admitted noticing the girls frown, probably angry at Scott for leaving her at the party.

''Scott sent you?'' She asked as they walked up the stairs, Mickey guessed she was leading him to her room. Even though she was walking in front of him, Mickey shrugged.

''Partly but also because I wanted to see you,'' Mickey explained as he stepped through the doorway, stepping into a pink-beige colored room with soothing colors. A two doored closet on one of the walls, a desk on the other and a large bed almost in the middle of the room. Mickey had to admit, it was a girly room and he felt a little out of place.

''Take a seat.'' Allison smiled as she gave him a light push towards the bed, Mickey not one to be told twice sat down on the bed and fell backward so only his legs were dangling from the edge of the bed. His eyes instantly closing and a smile spread on his lips as he heard Allison chuckle at his sudden change from shy to overly homey in her room.

''I can't believe Scott just left me like that.'' Allison suddenly huffed as she too sat down on the bed, facing Mickey as she had her back leaning against her pile of pillows. Mickey bit down on his lower lip, not really knowing what to respond to that.

''He's got his reasons, he wouldn't leave you like that without a damn good reason.'' He tried to reassure her, slightly wincing as he knew that he was saving his rival in love from getting hated. It was really hard being both best friends and loving the same girl, Mickey hated it.

''You think so?'' She asked, not sounding overly convinced. Mickey just nodded, his eyes locking onto hers as she gestured for him to climb up to sit beside her. He didn't hesitate to do as she wanted, loving the feeling of her warmth against his arm.

She sighed beside him, letting her head gently rest on top of his shoulder. In a bold move, Mickey draped his arm over her shoulders and let his chin rest on top of her head. Her hair smelt like flowers and strawberries, the scent caused butterflies to form in his stomach.

''Are ya sure you're alright with me being here?'' He asked hesitantly, scared that his question would make her realize that the one she actually wanted by her side was Scott.

But she let out the cutest of giggles before tilting her head so their eyes once again locked, ''I want the guy who comes to my house in the middle of the night to make sure I'm alright, not the one who disses me at the party. I'm more than alright with this.''

''Your dad's probably gonna kill me if he finds me in your bed,'' Mickey shivered at the thought but instantly relaxed as Allison snuggled closer against him, her head now resting against his chest as she closed her eyes.

''Just for a bit,'' She promised in a tired tone causing Mickey to chuckle, his hand gently stroking through her silky hair. Maybe he could stay for a few minutes?

HIGH SCHOOL

Waking up had sure been a new experience for Mickey as he'd never woken up with his love interest snuggled against his chest but it had been the best morning he'd had in a very long time. But in the end, they'd realized the elephant -as in her father- in the room and Mickey had quickly returned home to his own house to get changed before heading to school. The day went on slowly but he was still happy, he and Allison had texted each other the whole day and had also made plans for the next day. Mickey smiled as he looked at their latest text.

From: Allison A.

You really do have a cute expression when you sleep.

Her text had made him blush five shades of red, Mickey cute? And people live on Mars, Mickey chuckled but stopped when he noticed Scott and Allison talking to each other close to the parking lot.''Can you just trust me on this one?'' Scott asked with his puppy eye look, Allison didn't look fully convinced.

''Am I gonna regret this?'' She asked with a half smile.

''Probably...'' Scott said and they both chuckled, ''So is that a yes, you give me a second chance?'' He asked carefully and to Mickey's dismay, Allison smiled.

''We'll see where it goes,'' She responded and Mickey didn't know if he should be worried or happy. He then noticed Allison's father drive up in his black car and not long after did Allison also notice.

''It's my dad, I'd better go.'' She said with an apologetic smile before hurrying to her waiting father. Mickey noticed Allison suddenly looking over at him, just by seeing him she smiled brightly and waved. Mickey returned the smile as he waved back, his eyes locking with Chris which he greeted with a nod. Chris returned the nod before driving away, Mickey walked to Scott so they could go home together.