Addiction
Addiction: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters dealing with an addiction.
“You do realize we act like five year olds, right?” A freckled face with wildly frizzy curls hung upside down right in front of Scott’s face, and he just laughed with a nod. Swinging herself down from the monkey bars, she flopped unceremoniously down beside him and lacking any grace at all. "But isn't that why it's fun?"
The two teenagers were settled in their favorite spot- the old practically abandoned playground that housed, in Autumn's words, the best slide ever. Scott begged to differ, protesting that it was hot as hell in the summer and could freeze your balls off in the winter. Autumn would always come back with a quick retort of "Well isn't it great that I have no balls then," which they'd laugh at while shoving each other off the swings. Their friendship was so easy, pretty much the only easy aspect of either of their lives. They'd hang out, go see every single animated movie that came to the theater on Main Street, and basically keep one part of their childhood alive in their memories. Despite vampires, wolves, hunters, and hybrids, they needed some reminder of the simpler times when they were little.
"Fry, please," Autumn dug around in the large McDonalds bag for a few fries before tossing them rapidfire at Scott, who wrinkled his nose but managed to catch all of them. "Do not waste the holy grail, jesus, Autumn!" Scott holding the french fries reverently made the befreckled girl burst into giggles, leaning against the bench he was sitting on. "This is seriously a problem," She muttered, tilting her head back against his knee while he dropped a chicken nugget into her mouth- or on her nose, in reality. Laughing a little, Scott shook his head and continued eating his fast food. "Not a problem till someone does an intervention for you," He reminded her, standing up and tossing the empty bag into the trash can. Just then, they saw a group of their friends walking up the path to meet them. Grace, Stiles, Drew, and even Thayer all stood in front of them, arms crossed like the secret service. Autumn and Scott exchanged guilty glances, hiding the McDonalds bag behind their backs.
Intervention time.
