Teen Wolf Preferences

I Love You: Scott McCall

        You knocked on the door, waiting patiently outside until Melissa opened the door with a smile. She opened her arms and hugged you once you stepped inside. The two of you had bonded a lot because you both were mixed into this whole werewolf business and barely kept up to date like Stiles was, and it made you closer for it. On some nights you would take her food or pick her up from work when Scott was tied up. She would keep you updated on when he got home if you were worried or just to talk.

"Hi, honey, he's upstairs." She went back into the living room, enjoying one of her rare days off.

        Scott was sitting on the edge of his bed, a blank look in his eyes. He'd been through a lot and you knew he was tired. Sometimes he missed being who he used to be without all these responsibilities looming over his shoulders. He looked up at you and smiled, you crawled onto his bed, reaching around his shoulders to hug him, your cheek pressed against the back of his head.

"How are you doing?" The flashes of murders written on every TV station and newspaper in town coming to mind.

He rubbed his face with both hands, "I don't know, honestly."

You kissed his cheek, "I'm sorry."

"I know, but I'm better now that you're here." He pulled you all at once so that you were in his lap, giggling.

        Later on you both laid in his bed, just looking up at his whitewash ceiling and talking about anything that crossed his mind about things happening lately. You felt your heart ache for him, he went through so much and seemed to still stay dedicated and optimistic. Sometimes you forgot he was the same age as you with all the burdens he bore.

        Your fingers were intertwined, every now and then during his stories you would bring his knuckles up to kiss and his muscles would relax. He turned to you, eyes just studying your features and smiled softly.

"I've seen a lot of people die." He said it slowly and quietly, "It makes you realize how fast things can be taken away from you, you know?"

"Mhm." You nodded in agreement.

His fingers brushed against your cheek, "I love you."

You were shocked to say the least, you felt your cheeks heat up and butterflies erupt in your stomach and he laughed, "Your heart sped up."

"Shut up." You mumbled, trying to calm yourself down, "I love you too."

He smiled and opened his mouth to speak but another voice came out, "Gross."

You both looked up to see Stiles leaning on the doorframe, "You two are so gross."

You threw a pillow at him and groaned, "Go away, Stiles."