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Beep! "Rrrow!" Beep! "Rrrow!" Beep! "Rrrow!" Beep! "Don't even think about it, Shank.", mumbled Stiles into the pillow of his bed as he reached over and flicked the alarm clock off. It was like the clock and wolf were having a competition, 1 beep equaled 1 bark, it woke all three boys up in just a few barks. Derek shook out his fur and yapped a few times from where he was seated near the stand beside the bed, looking at the alarm clock as if he expected it to go off again. "Why the hell do you have two alarm clocks now?", asked Isaac as he yawned and rubbed his eyes. Stiles was going to answer him until he realized that Scott had drifted back asleep in his position on the floor. "Shank, get Scott up, wake up Scotty.", ordered the teen playfully as he pointed towards the sleeping werewolf on the floor. They both watched as the wolf wiggled his haunches and jumped over Isaac, landing straight down on a sleeping Scott. A startled yelp and half scream was heard as Scott shot straight up, the heavy wolf on his stomach.
"Ugh, what the hell, Shank?", asked the werewolf as he tried to push the heavy wolf off of himself. Wake up call, McCall. "Come on, wolf. He's awake now.", explained Isaac as he gave the wolf's tail a tug, getting a playful snap at his hand as the wolf got off of the teen. "You suck, Stiles.", moaned Scott as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "It's not my fault you fell back asleep. I got a four legged alarm clock now.", explained Stiles with a grin as he rolled out of bed and stepped over his best friend, only to trip over the other werewolf, a huge grin on his face. Derek huffed in laughter and latched onto the teen's shirt and tugged in an attempt to get him back on his feet. "Even your new pet is laughing at you, dude.", managed out Isaac as he watched the teen stand up and walk into the bathroom, where he reappeared in clean clothes. "Get dressed you ass. We're going to be late if we don't get a move on.", replied Stiles as he watched both werewolves rush to get themselves around for school.
Derek watched each movement they made, his eyes trained to lock onto any weak spot that was visible, but he barely saw any in his wolves. Unless tripping over your own two feet were considered weaknesses. "Come on down when you're finished destroying my room, I have a wolf to feed.", explained Stiles as he carried his backpack downstairs that was overflowing with books and papers. The teen walked into the kitchen and dug through the cupboards until his hand closed around a box of Strawberry Pop-tarts. "Success.", whispered Stiles as he tore the box open and took out a pack, tearing into it before placing them in the toaster. He listened the sound of claws clicking on the tile floor as Derek came padding into the room, his nose in the air as he took in the scent of the sweet filling. "I don't know if I can give you Pop-Tarts. But there really isn't anything else to give you and you can't be running around outside to hunt either, somebody might hit you with their car.", explained Stiles before he jumped when the toaster popped. You jump when the toaster pops but you're not afraid of a wolf? Derek jumped and slid across the tile slightly when both Scott and Isaac came charging into the kitchen and started routing through the cupboards.
"Isaac, give me your camera. I need to take a picture of Shank for the posters that need to go up. I promised my Dad.", explained Stiles around a mouthful of Pop-Tart before he held the other out for the wolf, watching as his jaws closed around the sweet treat. Posters? Ooh, Pop-Tart! Derek closed his jaws around the treat and started to gulp it down in chunks, pieces and crumbs falling onto the kitchen floor. "He doesn't sit still long enough to take a good picture.", explained Isaac as he dug through his backpack for the camera case, handing over the object to the teen. "Well, find a way to get him to stay still so I can get this picture taken.", ordered Stiles as he fumbled to get the camera turned on, focusing the lens so the picture would be clear. "Shank. Look here, boy.", coaxed Isaac as he stood to the side of Stiles, with the teen's Pop-Tart in his hand, waving it around to grab the wolf's attention. The wolf's eyes snapped towards him as his eyes landed on the treat, eyes following the treat as it was waved in the air. "Keep him still. There!", exclaimed Stiles as he took a quick picture of the panting wolf, who was wagging his tail as he eyed up the treat in Isaac's hands.