Sure Be Cool If You Did

AN: Another little short with some Scott and Jameson

~Wayward Summer~

Scott's Perspective:

"So it's true," Jameson's voice came from the doorway. I looked up to see her leaning on the door frame with an odd look on her face, "Here I thought your mom was yanking my chain, but it's true you've gone to the nerd side."

I chuckled and put down the vocab cards I had in my hand.

"I just want to do better than I did last year." I said.

"I don't know McCall," she said pushing off the doorframe," I don't know how you're going to outdo curing a Kanima and kicking Argent's ass."

"Yeah, but while I was doing that I nearly failed all my classes." I told her, "I need to do better."

She pursed her lips, and picked up the vocab cards from my desk. She picked the top one and flipped it over. She looked up at me and smirked before taking a seat on my desk.

"Labyrinthine?" she asked.

"What?"

"Labyrinthine. Do you want me to use it in a sentence?"

"You're helping me? I thought being nice to me wasn't in your color wheel."

"Well I'm very labyrinthine."

"Complicated?"

"Very good McCall. Crepuscular?"

"Okay, I may need you to put that one in a sentence."

Jameson threw head back laughed.

~Wayward Summer~

Jameson's Perspective:

"Oh, good morning, Jameson," Ms. Melissa greeted in surprise. I looked up from the eggs I was making.

"Hey," I greeted, "I made coffee."

I pointed at the pot with my spatula.

"Oh, thanks."

I smiled and went back to my eggs. I heard her moving around the kitchen behind as I finished up the eggs.

"I didn't know you stayed over," Ms. Melissa said in questioning tone.

"Yeah, I stayed to help Scott with his SAT stuff." I answered her.

"His SAT stuff?"

"Yep, he said something about doing better, and I guess I understood that."

"Well that was nice of you."

"Thanks." I said, "Scott! Breakfast!"

"You made breakfast?"

"Yeah, bacon is under the aluminum foil and toast is on the table."

"Wow, thanks."

I smiled at her as I dished out the eggs onto three plates. I was taking them to the table when I heard Scott bounding down the stairs.

"Hey Jame-." Scott's greeting got cut-off, "Oh hey, mom."

"Morning, Scott. Jameson made breakfast." Melissa said as she sat down. I followed her lead.

"Oh, thanks, Jameson." He said taking a seat. I lifted the foil. Scott immediately grabbed for the food and began filling his plate.

"You should let her stay over more often," Melissa said taking another sip of her coffee. Scott dropped the piece of toast he was picking up.

"M-m-mom, she was j-just…"

"Scott breath, she already told me."

"Yeah, McCall I came up with a good cover story. No need to pee your pants," I said with an amused smile, "Oh wait I said cover story, now she's going to know we were up to more nefarious things."

Scott gave me a look. My smile just grew.

"So what do you kids plan on doing today?"

"I have to be a work in about an hour," Scott replied.

"And I wanted to ask you how attached you were to the color of your kitchen." I said to Melissa.

"Huh?"

"Well, I just noticed some chips in the paint, and I could really use a project."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well there's a warehouse downtown that sells paint that's has either been left over or was extras from big jobs or something. I thought we could go down, pick out a color and then I'll do the work. I can even fix some of the doors to the cabinets, I noticed some were askew."

"Yeah, sure. We can go after breakfast."

"Great," I said eating a piece of toast, "I really needed something to do. I have already fixed up everything I could at the Stilinski house, well everything outside any way. The ghost of Mrs. Stilinski kind of prevents me from doing anything to the inside."

"Like a real ghost?" Scott asked.

"No, but she might as well be," I answered, "That's what happens when someone you love dies, they're gone but they never leave. Well that was depressing, now about paint colors."

~Wayward Summer~

Scott's Perspective:

"Hello?" I heard Jameson's raspy voice call from out front. I looked up from the medicines I was arranging to Deaton non-verbally asking him permission. He nodded.

"We're back here, James!" I yelled back. I heard the rustling of plastic bags and the clicking sound of her opening the small divider. Seconds later I caught sight of her tri-color hair.

"Hey," she greeted placing the bags she had on a counter near the door, "I brought you two, Chinese."

"Thank-you, Jameson," Deaton told her.

"No problem, I had some time after I dropped off Scott's mom at the hospital before I needed to pick up Lydia."

"What are you and Lydia doing today?" I asked Jameson walking over to the Chinese food.

"She's going to help paint your kitchen."

"Really?" I asked trying to picture Lydia doing work.

"Yeah, she did a great job helping me with my room, so I asked if she wanted to help."

"You two seemed to be hanging out a lot." I commented. Jameson just shrugged.

"Well somebody's got to help Stiles' 15 year plan to stay on track." She said with a grin. I snorted.

"What letting her dye your hair wasn't enough?" I joked.

"Alas, she is still not convince of his love." Jameson said dramatically putting her hand to her head like she was faint, "Well, I better go. In need to drop off the Sheriff's lunch before I go get Lydia."

"Thanks for this." I said lifting the Styrofoam container up.

"No problem, McCall." She said pushing off the counter, "Bye Doc."

"Bye, Jameson."

Jameson smiled at me before disappearing out the door. I opened the container and took the fork from its plastic wrapper. When I turned back around Deaton had a strange look on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said with a shake of his head, "It's just hard to believe that, that was John Winchester's daughter.

"What was he like, Jameson doesn't talk about him?" I asked.

"That's a question you'll have to ask Jameson, something tells me she won't take too kindly to the pair of us discussing her business behind her back."

I nodded in agreement, Jameson would hate that I asked about her Dad from anyone but her, yet she'd also hate me for asking her. Maybe it was best to let John Winchester stay buried wherever he was.

~Wayward Dream~

The taste of your breath, I'll never get over
The noises that she made kept me awake
Oh
The weight of things that remained unspoken
Built up so much it crushed us everyday

Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe that

As I entered of the house after work, I heard two girls singing. The sound was coming from my kitchen and I came in to see Lydia and Jameson. Both girls were wearing old looking t-shirts and shorts, their hair was piled on top of their heads. Jameson had green pain smudged on her face with specks in her hair as well. Lydia seemed relatively clean until I notice a streak on her arm. They were painting away, completely oblivious to me or so I thought.

"Hey, McCall." Jameson greeted.

"Scott." Lydia followed.

"Hey," I said leaning against the side of the door.

"What do you think?" Jameson inquired motioning with her free hand to the room around her.

"Looks, great."

"We know." Lydia said smugly. Jameson grinned at her redheaded friend.

"We ordered pizza about 10 minutes ago," Jameson informed me, "so you have time to wash up before it gets here."

"Oh, sounds good." I told her, "I'll pay for pizza, since you got me lunch."

"You won't hear us arguing with you."

"Okay, I'll be right back down, but if I'm not done by the time they get here, I'll leave my wallet on my bed for you."

"Gotcha, Chief." Jameson said turning back to work. I stood up and headed upstairs. I heard Jameson and Lydia laughing over something, I had missed what they said, but I was glad they were getting along.

~Wayward Summer~

Jameson's Perspective:

"Okay," I said coming out of Scott's bathroom, "Did I get it all out?'"

I let my head fall forward so Scott could get a good look at my head. I felt Scott come closer and lift a few strands up.

"Looks good."

"Thank, God! That was my third shower." I exclaimed raising my head. I took my towel and rubbed it against my hair in an attempt to dry it.

"So did you bring the next Star Wars with you?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, it's in my bag." I said pointing to the green hippie looking bag Lydia had gotten me. Scott grabbed my bag and handed it to me. I dropped my towel on my shoulder and dug through the bag for the movie. Pulling it out, I tossed the case to McCall.

I went back into the bathroom while he set up the movie, and brushed my teeth. I also combed my hair and braided it down my back. Reemerging from the bathroom, I found Scott sitting on his bed with the movie all cued up. I smiled and took a seat next to him. He pushed play and we settled in for movie night.

~Wayward Summer~

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