vroom vroom, bitches

"Try and stop me." She replied before turning and moving towards the door.

"I can handle whatever it is. Now, come on, let's find the Sheriff."

"I'm a former dirt bike. I can handle a few werewolves."

"Then let's go look."

Up all night || Open

"Scott? Who's missing?"

Scott chuckled very faintly before picking up his head and glancing in her general direction as a very small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You really need to understand when someone is just pulling your string." Scott mused as he leaned his body up against a near by flag pole.

The female gave a glare, folding her arms across her chest. "That's not funny Scott. You know I don't understand all this human stuff." She shook her head at her owner then glanced away. "You haven't exactly taught me mush."

Scott let a sigh pass between his lips before shifting his gaze away from her. “Sure, blame the driver. That makes everything easier on your part."

Layla glanced down at her feet with a small sigh. "I'm sorry, Scott. I'm still trying to get used to this whole...human thing and realizing that people have emotions. It's hard for me. I'm sorry."

"You were starting to smell. I had to."

"You were the one who drove me through the mud so technically speaking, my smell was your fault."

Five.

"Obviously. You're the one who washed me."