#mccallingthemoon

[text]: are you kidding me, dude? the kiss was awesome

[text]: i just hope my breath didn’t smell y’know?

      Carley just needed someone to talk to about the whole werewolf thing. Sure there was her brother but he was being a little bit of a dick lately since she found out- though she mentally convinced herself it was so he could protect her. There was Isaac but she barely knew him, which was the same situation with Derek. The last person, and probably the best, was Scott McCall. Stiles had let slip that his best friend was some type of leader wolf so he had to have some sort of answers.

       Pulling up to his house, she shut her car off then climbed out. If he was a werewolf he could probably hear her or smell her by now. Wait, was that how they worked? With a shake of her head, Carley moved to the passenger's seat where she grabbed her purse and a box that held pepperoni pizza before moving to the door. Food was always the best way to bribe a guy. After making her way to the door, she gave a quick knock with her free hand then waited.

OH MY GOD OKAY;

Alex yawned, scratching her head before she took out her keys. They made a loud rattle as she took them out of her bag as the keys clanged against each other. 

She rubbed her eyes, putting in the right key into the keyhole and twisting it. The satisfying 'click' indicated that the door was open. She turned the knob and pushed the door open. 

What she was expecting was an empty rink. What she got was opening the door just in time to see a boy she didn't know fall and begin to curse like a sailor.