What the Hell – Scott/Danny
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Disclaimers: I have no connection to even start to own anything from teen wolf. Even though i would very much like to

THIS IS BY Emmett J. McCoy
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Scott and Danny were both given detention for arriving late for practice. The entire team stared out of curiosity.

Of course, everybody knew Danny was gay. It was old news now. But he and Scott hanging out was a bit fresh off the press.

Either boy never really had much to say to each other, even on the field. It struck some of the players as a bit odd that they were all of a sudden kicking it, but after a while, nobody really noticed the small smiles and glances they shared on the field.

After a brutal practice, the team hit the locker room. Barely any noise was made as the guys showered and got dressed. Most were just hanging around with their friends. Some just hung out. That is, before the Coach kicked them off the premises because of curfew.

Jackson, who had been in and out of the locker room, stood leaning against his car. He had wanted to talk to Danny ever since he called him. He along with the rest of the team was a little shocked by Danny's new choice of friends.

He stared as they duo walked out of the building, side by side with sly smiles.

He glanced at Stiles, a few feet away sitting on his jeep's hood. His eyes met Jackson with the same confused expression and a shrug.

Jackson's P.O.V.

"Danny! We gotta go. Now!" I yell

His eyes flicker to me for a split second before he puts his hand up.

I sigh. I hate when he does that.

I glance at Stiles. He tries to hold back a smirk.

"Shut up" I grumble.

He puts his hands up in defense. "Hey, I wasn't the one who gave you the hand"

I roll my eyes. I turn and see Danny walk towards me.

"What the hell?" I say.

He arches an eyebrow as he walks past. "What?"

I shake my head as he gets in. I follow.

I watch Stiles pull off the lot in that busted jeep. It hurts my eyes to even see that thing being used.

I exhale.

I see Scott pass a glance to the rear window directly at Danny.

I look at him. He blushes slightly.

I stare at him. "What…was that?"

He grins at his phone. "What was what?" He looks up.

I stare at him. I shrug. "Nothing"

I start to drive. "So are you going to tell me when you started hanging with McCall?"

He shrugs. "He asked if I could come over and help him study for the Chem exam tomorrow. No big deal"

"So…you two were studying, knowing damn well we had practice directly after school"

He exhales. "Yeah, Jacks. Is there a problem with that?"

"No, I'm just saying, last time I checked, you didn't like McCall" I say.

He rolls his eyes. "Last time I checked, you didn't like him"

I pull to a stop at a red light. "And you all of a sudden do?"

He shrugs again. "I mean, he's cool. I don't see what your deal is with him"

I sigh. "No, I mean…" I swallow. "Do you…like him…like him?"

He starts to shrug but stops. "Uh…no" He says quickly, a bit of hesitation lingers.

I nod. "Oh"

"Why would you ask that?" He asks.

I shrug. "I don't know. It just…kinda popped into my head. I didn't mean to offend"

He shakes his head. "No, you're good. It's just…weird you accepting me and all. Kind of thought it would be different between us"

"Different how?" I ask.

He shrugs. "I don't know. Me and you not hanging out anymore or talking"

"Why would you think that?" I ask.

"I don't know. I guess I was paranoid or whatever"

"Yeah" I scoff. "C'mon, man. It doesn't matter what happens, I'm still your best friend. I mean, the world could come crashing down and I'd still be there for you, no matter what"

He smiles a little. "Thanks, Jacks. Means a lot to me" He leans in for a hug.

I push him away with a grin. "C'mon, dude. Don't get all emotional on me"

He laughs. "Shut up, Jackson"

We pull up to his house.

I look at him as he unbuckles his seat belt.

"Got your keys?"

He pats his pockets. "Check"

"Phone?"

Holds his hand up. "Check"

"2011 Playgirl magazine?"

"Che-.." He stares at me.

I nod. "Yeah, wow"

He grins. "Shut up"

I grin. "So I'll pick you up in the morning?"

He nods. "Yeah, I'll text you when I wake up"

"Ard, night man"

"Night, bro" He shuts the door and runs up to his porch. I watch as he walks in and flicks a light on and waves.

I wave and pull off.

I can't get over him and Scott hanging out.

It just doesn't sit well with me.

I mean…I don't know.

Maybe it's just me.

Or is it?

Hope You Enjoyed, but seriously if you didn't don't review cause i take no notice of it, it just gets ignored by me...waste of breathe i would say but then again you're typing so once again i would be wrong...BACK TO THE POINT...just to be clear…this is by Emmett J. McCoy …thank you for reading…