TEEN WOLF IMAGINES

PERFECT FOR YOU, s. mccall

Brooke rolled her eyes as she took the mop from her boyfriend's hands. "I'm here to help you. I have a feeling that Mama McCall won't be so happy when she comes home from her shift to find that you didn't do any of the chores that you promised you would do," she said, stepping past Scott and into the kitchen. Scott chuckled, closing the door to his house before following her.

Brooke had started to fill a bucket with hot water, and Scott watched her lovingly as he leaned against the counter. Brooke looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. "Are you going to help me, Romeo?" she asked in an amused tone. Scott grinned, leaning over the counter to press a quick kiss to her lips. He grabbed a rag, starting to wipe the counters down.

Scott sighed as he stroked a sleeping Brooke's hair an hour later. It was safe to say that their attempt at chores hadn't gone so well; Brooke had slipped after she finished mopping, and she was now lying asleep on Scott's chest with a bag of frozen peas on her butt.

"Scott?" Melissa asked, stepping into the living room. She glanced at Brooke, a confused expression written across her face. Before she could ask what had happened, Scott had already answered.

"Brooke came over to help me with chores, and she ended up slipping and falling backwards," he said. Melissa's look of confusion turned to one of concern. "Scott, if she hit her head, she could have a concussion!" she exclaimed. Brooke groaned slightly, shifting in her sleep. Scott's arm snaked around her waist to keep her from tumbling off of his chest.

"Mom, I took care of that. I ran her through a quick concussion test. If it was serious, you know that I would have brought her to the hospital."

Melissa's eyes widened at Scott's words. The boy chuckled slightly. "Don't look so surprised, Mom. I'm responsible now!"

Melissa smiled slightly. "You're only responsible when it comes to Brooke. You care for her, and that's a good thing, Sweetie. She's perfect for you."

Scott blushed, looking down at his girlfriend. He moved some hair out of her face, sighing in content.

"She really is," he mumbled. Melissa smiled, exiting the room.