Scott:
I pant and groan as I lay on the ground. Dying. Dying. I wished I was dead. So I didn't have to deal with this pain. So I didn't have to live with the fact that the Argent's would probably restrict me from seeing Allison. So I wasn't Mr. Argent's main target like I probably am now. So I didn't have to deal with my secret being revealed.
"Scott! Scott!SSSCCCOTTTT!" I hear Allison shout. Her voice sounds distant and blurry.
"SCOTT!"
My eyes snap open for a second and my body jolts in shock because of how close and loud Allison suddenly was. She was practically laying on me, frantically moving her hands about.
"Scott! Scott! Scott! Please!"
My eyes roll in the back of my head. I feel Allison get off of me.
"Dad! Dad! What do we do! We need to take him to the hospital! Now!" Allison cries.
"I know that damn boy was a werewolf! I knew it!" Mr. Argent says.
"Dad!"
Mr. Argent grew frustrated. "Let the boy die here! He LIED to you, to all of us. He's a fifthy mutt."
"He lied probably because he figured out what you are! You scared him! If he told you, you'd kill him! Unfortunately you probably did anyways."
"Allison, come on. Let's leave," Mr. Argent says.
Allison lays down next to me and rest her head on my chest.
"No! I'm staying here! Unless you want to help him!" Allison yells. Then she whispers to me, "Please Scott. Stay awake. Please. I love you."
I grab her hand and hold it. "I love you too," I manage to croak.
"Come on Allison. I'll help him," Kate says.
So they do the only thing they can and take me to the vet. Like I'm their pet. But at least they tried.
I wake up later that night (or really early in the next morning...). To find Allison laying next to me in my bed.
"Scott! You're awake!" she whispered excitedly.
"Your dad let you stay here with me?" I asked.
"My aunt Kate convinced my dad to let me. She knows how much I care about you," Allison says, kissing me.
"I can't believe you're still awake. It's 2 in the morning."
"Yes I know. Luckily, it's Friday. So we can sleep in tomorrow and do whatever tonight."
"Like sleep?"
She giggles. "Noooo." Then she kisses me, but this time she doesn't pull away.
"What are you doing?" I asked once I was able to pull away.
"Are you unconfortable doing this?" she whispered.
"Well, no— Not exactly —" I began.
"Am I hurting you?" she whispered.
"No—"
"Then what's wrong?"
"Why do you want to do this?"
"Because I love you."
"Do you really?" I ask.
"That's the stupidest question ever." I smile.
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"Yea."
"Do you really?"
"That's the stupidest question ever."
Stiles:
Saturday morning I kept calling Scott. Over and over and over and over again. No answer.
"ANSWER THE FUGGIN' PHONE, SCOTT!" I shouted when I left him the 100th voicemail. Then I thought about it and added, "By the way, you're my bwest fwiend and I miss you man."
I sighed. Grr. Allison called me last night and told me he was shot by her dad. She also told me not to come over. Well I'm not going to listen.
I get into my Jeep and drive over to his house. I march right upstairs to his room and bust in. All I see is a sleeping shirtless Scott and a sleeping shirtless Allison.
"OH MY GOD!" I yell, closing the door.
I sneak back into Scott's room and go up to him. He opens one eye and looks up at me.
He opens both eyes and glares at me. "Stiles! Get out of here!"
"I see you got the Lucky Charms last night Lucky the Leprechan," I laugh.
"What?" Scott asks.
"Ugh and you think I'm the stupid one."
"Scott you're awake?" Allison says. Allison sits up, exposing her bare back.
"Oh my god," I say again.
"STILES GET OUT!" Scott yells.
Allison wraps herself up in the blanket. "Oh my gosh, Stiles!"
I go barreling accross the room, tripping over crap. I end up face planting into the closet and I just stay there.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay, Scott!" I yell from the inside of the closet.
"Yeah I'm okay," he replies.
"Oh and I also wanted to say that I have a date with Lydia tonight!"