Andrew rolled the blood bag around in his hands, his gaze on the homework he'd yet to do. He and Allison had gotten home a few hours ago. She was silent the whole ride home, and he had finally got her to open up not long after. She had told him about how Scott was acting weird again.
Something about her jacket and Derek Hale, who she had forgot to mention drove her home when Scott had left her at the party. It fit his working theory, that Scott was the other werewolf, the younger one. He was the same age, and had a strange affiliation to Derek Hale.
He thought about bringing the subject up to his dad, but he wasn't home and it would only cause trouble for Allison which is the last thing Andrew wanted. He sighed and brought the blood bag up to his mouth.
Before he had the chance to drink, he heard footsteps on what sounded like the roof. He furrowed his brows and set the blood bag down, tossing his jacket over it before he left his bedroom. He walked towards the sound, which led him straight to Allison's room.
He reached to open the door, pausing when he heard a loud crash. The bedroom door opened in front of him and Allison halted as not to bump into him. "Did you hear that?" She questioned, moving around him. He took a step to follow her, but instead moved into her room to watch from her window.
His dad had just gotten out of his car to kneel beside the teenager he had hit. Scott, Andrew presumed. He watched Allison quickly join them. "Dad, what the hell are you doing?" Allison questioned, quickly at Scotts side. "He came out of nowhere, Allison." Chris said.
For someone who could kill a werewolf with almost no hesitation, he seemed pretty freaked out about hitting someone with his car. "Are you trying to kill him?" She asked. Allison was equally as freaked out. But the way Scott looked at Chris actually made Andrew chuckle.
"No, no. Of course not. He just- He just ran out into the middle of the driveway." Chris denied. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm sorry." Scott rambled. "Are you ok?" Allison asked. "Yeah. Yeah yeah. I'm fine. I swear." Scott tried to assure her. Scott turned his attention to Chris, "I'm sorry I hit your car."
"I was just coming to say hi." Scott added as he turned his attention back to Allison. Allison smiled. "You're sure you're ok?" Chris asked, taking ahold of Scotts arm. "Yeah. Completely." Scott answered while Chris and Allison helped him up.
"I should go. I have a lacrosse game to get to." Scott explained. Allison nodded in understanding. "You're still coming, right?" Scott asked. Allison smiled, "Of course I'm coming." Andrew scrunched up his nose.
"We both are." Chris suddenly said. Andrew couldn't help but laugh and feel bad for his twin. He watched Scott leave and hopped onto Allison's bed. She came into the room a minute later, and knew immediately that Andrew knew.
"You are in here because my room has a view of the driveway." Allison sighed, shutting the door. Andrew grinned at her. "You heard and saw all of it." Allison frowned. "You're going to let Dad go with you?" He asked curiously.
"I don't have any other choice. You know better than I do that dad doesn't take no for an answer." She replied as she moved to her closet. He made a face. "The only good side is I don't have to drive now to drop you off." He said. "Ha ha." She spoke sarcastically.
He smiled at her. "I'll leave so you can change. Have fun at the game, yeah?" He said as he stood, walking towards the door. She nodded. He patted her on the shoulder as he passed by. He returned to his room.
He locked the door and removed the jacket that was covering the blood bag, tossing it to where it had been previously on the floor. He picked up the blood bag and launched himself onto his bed, scooting up until his head rested on his pillow. He opened the bag and downed it, crumpling it up when he was done, burying it in his trashcan under everything else.
"Andrew! Guess what?!" Allison bound into his room hours later. He looked up from his homework. "What is it?" He asked. "Scott kissed me." She grinned. "Am I suppose to be happy about that?" He asked. "Yes you are." She nodded.
He rolled his eyes, and did his best shrill voice, "OMG, Allison. Was it like, totally amazing?" She made a face at him. "You're not funny." She stated. He grinned and reached forward, poking her stomach, "Come on, I'm hilarious."