Reluctant Beta.

"Oh! Yeah, his daughter. She’s super pretty though.”

Thanks bro!  Bacon is much better than fish sticks.

Chloe laughed softly as he studied her, wearing a grin of her own. “You never know, it could happen involuntarily.” She replied, shrugging a shoulder lightly. “Oh no, it was a pretty smooth move.” She murmured, peering up at him through her lashes as their foreheads touched. Chloe paused at his question, unsure of how to answer. Moments ago they’d agreed not to do anything reckless, and yet, here they now were. “If you don’t know, then I definitely don’t know. We’ve gotten ourselves into a bit of a situation, it seems.” 

“That’s great, I’ll go right ahead with my plan, then! I’m not possessed, it’s just windy today. You know how the wind works, don’t you?”

“You’re possessed. Give me your phone so I can call ghostbusters.”

Bacon is so good. I would sell my soul to be bacon. All the joy I would bring.

“Absolutely not. I take off my pants. Wanna see? I mean, ignore everything just just left my mouth.”

“You knew what you were getting into.” John reminded the werewolf amusedly.  “They’ve been like this since the beginning.”

“Clearly you trump me with having to deal with their shit.” he said before taking a large bite out of his donut. “You know, I came here to report a crime, you haven’t been massively helpful so far.”

“If it’s any consolation, I have no romantic interest in you whatsoever!” She grinned.

“That.. should I be insulted?” he snorted.

Jackson chuckled, shaking his head, “You know I’m in your chemistry class, right, and you know  that I know we didn’t have homework.”  Jackson took another step toward Scott, placing a hand on the wall next to his head and leaning down, “You’re lying, McCall, I can smell that girl on you, that’s where you’re going.”  A low growl emanated from Jackson’s chest before he could stop it, but on top of that, he didn’t even know why he was growling.

Scott swallowed and his throat audibly clicked in the process. “Uh? Okay?” he said before clearing his throat and trying again. “Girl? You mean Chloe? Dude, come on, move.” he whined. Shit, why was he whining? Why was it so hot? He pressed his hands flat against Jackson’s chest and gave a half hearted push. At the very least, he could say he tried.

Chloe nodded slightly as she listened intently. It had never occurred to her that things may never become normal for any of them. Any promises made had the chance of being broken, because none of them knew exactly what tomorrow would hold. It could all change within an instant. “Aren’t we all asking for trouble anyways?” She questioned quietly. “Who said you’ll hurt me? The only way you’d ever hurt me, is if I allowed you to–Which is why I’m not. I could just as easily hurt you, that possibility hasn’t been ruled out either.” she replied with a small shrug. She didn’t have a moment to respond, as he pressed his lips against hers. Without even a second thought, she kissed him back, before pulling away shortly after. “Well then.” She said as she exhaled, her eyes meeting his.

Scott studied her features for the few moments it took for them to catch their breaths before he grinned. “You wouldn’t hurt me, by the way.” he said and a bit his bottom lip in thought. “Probably not my smoothest of moves, huh?” he laughed and rest his forehead against hers. “What are we doing?” he asked because it felt like a valid question, this was stupid and reckless and everything he had tried not to be in this situation and yet he found himself being so anyway. 

I can already tell, its gonna be one of those damned days again.  I mean really, why did they have to serve fish sticks for breakfast? If they were even fish sticks…

“That’s insanely gross. Here, I have some bacon left.” 

“Okay but why are you taking your shirt off? Put it down. ON. Put it on.”

I smelled the Bacon and here I am.

“What do you mean I’m not supposed to be here?”

“Because it’s like 3am and this isn’t a safe part of the woods. Coyote’s and all.”

“I just really wanted a bite of that uh - deliciousness in your hand.”

“I will turn you into freaking bacon, Miss Piggy. Try me, don’t think I won’t just poke an arrow through you and roast you over a campfire like a marshmallow–IT’S KARINA, MORON. CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?”

“I like bacon and marshmallows and why is your hair flying like that, are you possessed? I knew it, your hair literally has a life of its own.”