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"Hey, Danny," Mona said, nudging Danny aside with her butt to share his seat.
He flinched, almost losing his balance and falling off the chair. "Really?" he said, his lips twitching into a smile. "Every time."
"And every time I still manage to make you jump." She glanced down at the book in his hand, and chuckled. "Let the dead bury the dead, but while I'm alive, I must live and be happy," she quoted. "My favorite line from that book."
He looked at her, half impressed and half curious. "Wait, you've read War and Peace? All of it? Damn."
"Of course." She laughed, seeing his expression. "You're not the only one who reads, you know."
"I didn't know," he admitted, flipping to the next page. "I just assumed that you never went to school. I mean - 'cause you said you, um, got - y'know - bitten," Danny stumbled over his words, not knowing how to proceed. Mona's story was one that she didn't enjoy telling, so no one besides Scott and Derek knew the whole truth.
Mona smiled, nudging his shoulder with hers. "I got my secrets, you got yours. Right?"
He blushed, knowing what she was talking about. About two months ago, Danny had invited a guy from a club to the Wolf Lair. He had thought the house was empty, since earlier that day everyone had packed up their camping gears and left for the mountains. He had never felt so embarrassed when Mona – who apparently had stayed behind, not wanting Danny to be alone for the weekend – walked in on him getting sucked on by a muscular blonde.
To this day, the only people who know what had happened in Isaac's room were the blonde - whom he had never seen again - Danny, and Mona.
"Aah!" he exclaimed when he felt her pinch his cheek like a parent sometimes does to the child. "Really? Could you not?"
" 'Sup?" Stiles greeted, walking through the living room to enter the kitchen. "What're you guys talking about?"
"Nothing!" Danny quickly said, thankful that Stiles was not a werewolf and therefore would be unable to hear his heart pounding.
But although the human couldn't hear Danny's heart racing, he could hear the slight panicking tone in his voice. "Uh huh… Right… Nothing," Stiles said, forehead creasing when he raised a brow. "For some reason I doubt that." He pulled a cookie jar across the counter and started to shove a few Oreos into his mouth.
"If you're not going to tell me, I'll just find out myself."
Mona bit back a snort as Stiles went out to the backyard through the kitchen door, taking the jar with him.
"I swear. That kid as an endless pit for a stomach."
Danny rolled his eyes, not caring when he felt his head fall, slamming against the tiny coffee table. "I try to read in peace and I'm still on the same page."
"Hey, not my fault you can't multitask," she playfully argued. "Sorry. I didn't know you were busy."
"No!" he quickly said, not wanting to think she was annoying him. "It's just, I have a 25 page paper due tomorrow morning. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. Can you please tell everyone to keep quiet until I finish reading this?" he said, voice muffled.
"Sure thing, Danno," Mona said.
Danny felt her hands rest on his back, gently pressing down in long strokes. He froze and held his breath, like he always did every time he felt Mona's hands on his body. Because whenever she did, he didn't want to move. He relished the feel of her warm hands against his skin, palms kneading into his stiff shoulders.
She reminded him of a butterfly. Alone and gorgeous. Always flitting from one flower to another.
True, Danny doesn't know the truth about the night she was bitten, but he did know the years after. She had been a lone wolf, always flitting from one town to another. Until she happened to roam through Beacon Hills, starving and dehydrated, wounded by local deer hunters. Derek had been the one to find her, who had brought her back to the Lair, demanding Scott to help her. After an offer to join the McCall pack, after she accepted, after Derek had relentlessly pursued her, Derek and Mona had fallen in love.
Perhaps that was the reason Mona stayed.
And Danny was afraid that if something were to happen, she would fly away again. Like a butterfly.
"You need to relax. Too much stress isn't good for a pup," she said, teasing him about his young age. He was young compared to the others in the pack, having gone through only 2 full moons.
"We'll all be outside," she continued, starting to leave. "Join us when you're done."
Danny sighed, running a hand down his face, exasperated and frustrated. He was gay. All his life he knew it. But something about Mona just... He frowned, already missing her presence.
"10 more chapters and then I'm done," he thought. "Dammit," he muttered, closing it. "10 more chapters but I still have that paper. And I still don't know what the hell I'm gonna write."
He was too distracted. The pack was out in the backyard. He could smell the wood burning, the deodorant that Boyd used after his intense workout. He could hear everyone laughing and talking, Stiles and Scott attempting to rap while Isaac strummed the guitar. He could almost taste the sweetness of the marshmallows and chocolate as it melted, dripping down the crackers. He could see Mona tossing her long black hair over her shoulders, the goofy horror stories she'd make up on the spot...
He pushed his chair back and tossed the book into the trash. He hated it, anyway. He didn't give a shit about the French invasion, the Tsarist society, or the five families and how they were dealing with life. Besides, he was pretty sure he was failing the Russian Literature class so what's another 'F' going to do? He could always pick up the slack for the next book.
He pushed back the kitchen door, a huge smile on his face.
"Hey, Danny!" Boyd shouted. "Heads up!" He tossed his pack mate an unopened bag of marshmallows.
Danny caught it and ripped it opened. "Can't remember the last time I had a s'more."
It was 3 am when Derek said it was time for sleep. The pack groaned, not wanting the fun to end but quickly scampered inside and up to their rooms after seeing Derek raise an eyebrow. Even though he wasn't Alpha, he was still the adult, the father figure for the younger werewolves. Made sure they all brought good grades, excelled in their after school activities, arrived on time to work.
Danny trudged slowly up the stairs, dreading the moment he would enter his room. Because he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until he finished his paper. He didn't want to get in trouble by Mr. DePace again. But at the same time, he didn't care. So what if he'd have to enter Room 205 empty handed? So what if he fails Russian Literature and has to repeat senior year? He was already struggling with his feelings towards Mona and with the aftermath of the bite.
He knew his laptop would be open on his bed, the screen glaring at him, the white page of a Word document still empty with the cursor blinking.
Flipping on the switch for light, his gaze landed on his desk where his laptop was.
"I definitely left it on my bed," he mumbled, shutting the door behind him. He walked over to it, glimpsing at it for a second and then doing a double take.
"What the - "
On the screen was words. Words and lots of words. And a title at the top.
He quickly scrolled down, baffled, realizing that on his laptop was a paper on the fact that the actual war that Tolstoy might have been trying to share was amongst the nobility and social class. And there were exactly 25 pages.
"Fucking… Fucking kidding me," he gasped out, hands tugging at his hair in total disbelief.
A book was sitting at the edge of his desk and he picked it up. War and Peace. The pages were a bit damp from whatever it had soaked in from being in the trash.
Danny saw a green post – it poking out from the book. He opened to it, smiling when he saw it marked the line that read "let the dead bury the dead, but while I'm alive, I must live and be happy."
He read the green note, recognizing the familiar elegance in the writing.
You can thank me in the morning, Danno. Get some sleep.
There was a heart at the end.
Just a heart.
Plain and simple. Probably didn't mean anything,but he didn't care. All that mattered was that it was from Mona.
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