#pjsuper

“Why do you get all the cute ones and I don’t? First Danny and now this?” Kass pouted.

“Yeah, word of advice? Just telling me to leave never really works. I’m annoying like that,” PJ tells the other, barely looking up form his phone. “I just have some questions.”

Eth found himself biting his thumb, a nervous habit. "If I answer them will you leave?"

SCOTT didn’t know if he would ever have this feeling with anyone else. It was cobstant excitement, constant passion. He and Parker worked SO well together. They had the same sense of humor, their personalities clicked well, they never wanted to be apart. He couldn’t remember the last time PJ DIDN’T sleep at his house. It was a constant cycle of them saying, “alright, see you later”, and then they always ended up back together the same day. They couldn’t get enough of each other, it was a SPECIAL connection.

“WELL, I wouldn’t have to push your buttons at ALL if you would just talk to me once in a damn while,” Scott half-snapped, obviously flustered. He felt as though, a lot of the time, Parker LIKED to hide things about himself from him, just to get a reaction out of Scott. Even if it was a plain question like, “how was your day?”, his boyfriend always came up with a way to skirt around the question. “It’s like you don’t even want to talk to me. About real shit, not just supernatural shit. I hear about that ALL day.”

SCOTT grinned from his bed, the pile of textbooks spread out in front of him. “Was that supposed to be a threat?” Scott countered, pushing aside the books to make room on his bed for the vampire. “Come here and test me, Edward Cullen.” He liked making Parker unreasonably mad by randomly calling him character names from the Twilight series.

Stiles scoffed, rolling his amber eyes. “Ya know what, PJ?” he said, obviously frustrated. Stiles wasn’t good at getting fruustrated because he SUCKED with words. And getting flustered made him suck even more, because his mind moved faster than his mouth and then he looked like a blabbering idiot. “You bite ME, dude,” he said, internally hitting himself at the awful comeback. “YOU’RE the blood-sucker, aren’t you?”

Stiles groaned, rubbing at his amber eyes for so long that when he pulled his hands away, the area around his eyes was red and irritated. “ Barely, ” he muttered, his hair sticking up in every which way.

“ Remind me that I’m never e v e r, EVER, smoking and drinking together again. Ever. I think I might STILL be cross-faded. ” He looked around, meeting Parker’s brown eyes. “Did Scott survive?”

“Yeah, I know. This is nothing new, honestly. Now tell me something I don’t know, Parker.”