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Warning: Things are starting to get a little spicy so be aware. From now on, things are going to get a little more pg-13

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I do not own the characters of TV show teen wolf such as Scott, Derek, Allison, Stiles, and so on. I do not own the show teen wolf. I do not own the ideas of the TV show Teen Wolf. (Though I wish I could be such an amazing writer as the writer of Teen Wolf!!!) I do own my characters such as Emily and her friend Stephanie because I created the two girls.
 

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Chapter 21:

--Emily’s POV:

Stiles groaned in frustration while looking at all the selections of ice cream behind the glass. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He looked so cute, like a little kid in a candy shop.

The guy behind the counter looked around impatiently. He looked like he was about the same age as Stiles and I. He looked completely un-amused in his bright blue apron, which I gathered was part of his uniform. I rolled my eyes at him as he began to tap his fingers on the top of the glass case that held all the ice cream.

“Stiles? I want to do more than stand in a ice cream shop all day.”

Stiles seemed to completely ignore my jab but I was pretty sure he heard me. After a few more moments he pointed at the Rocky Road ice cream.

“Thank god.” I said under my breath. Looking down at the cup of lemon flavored ice in my hands, realizing I had already eaten half of it. I wasn’t aloud to get anything with milk in it because I was lactose intolerant but it really wasn’t that big of a deal. To be honest I enjoyed the lemon flavored ice then any type of ice cream. It tasted like frozen lemonade.

I made my way to the counter while reaching into my purse for my wallet. Before I could retrieve it Stiles shuffled in front of me handing the annoyed worker a card.

“Stiles, you don’t have to.” I protested.

“Its ok. It is just a gift card.” Stiles said giving me a guilty smile.

“You do realize you can’t do that on a date.” I whispered so he could only hear.

“Wow man. That’s cheap.” I heard the guy behind the counter mumble as he took that card from Stiles’ hand.

My jaw dropped at his rudeness. He must think that Stiles and I were dating. Not that it bothered me that people thought that. I was used to people thinking we were together because we are so close and hang out a lot.

Stiles thankfully hadn’t heard the workers rude remark. The guy slid the card through the machine and began to give it back to Stiles. Before Stiles could grab it, I snatched it out of the guy’s hand while glaring at him.

“Thanks.” I said turning around while snatching Stiles arm with my free hand and dragging him behind me.

“What just happened?” Stiles asked completely confused as he took a seat in the corner or the shop.

I took the seat across from him.

“Nothing. Just people can be so rude sometimes.” I said while I played with the remaining ice in my cup with my spoon. I swirled around the ice, observing everything that happened. My mind wandered to Derek. Figures.

“Did I miss something?” Stiles said bringing me out of my thoughts.

“No.” I laughed. “Eat!”

“Ok mom.”

I rolled my eyes at his remark. Stiles began to dig into his ice cream with a look of great satisfaction on his face.

“So what do you want to do after this?” Stiles said looking up at me with ice cream covering his mustache line.

I tried my best not to laugh as I leaned over the table with a napkin in my hand. I stuck it to his face and sat back down. Stiles gave me sheepish grin that I took as a thank you.

“What ever you want to do is fine with me. I need to get some groceries some time today if that’s ok with you?”

“Sure. We can go right after this.” Stiles said with a mouth half full of ice cream.

I sighed while watching Stiles. He was such a funny guy.

--Scott’s POV:

The wind hit my face as the trees and houses flew past me. Racing down the street on my bike I rounded the corner and skidded to a stop in front of a real nice house. As soon as I got off my bike I noticed a figure sitting on the porch. I immediately recognized it as Allison. She looked so beautiful as she looked up and smiled at me. As I approached her she began to stand up.

“Hey.” Her voice sounded so smooth.

“Hey.” I said a little awkwardly.

I didn’t want to admit it but I wasn’t really experienced when it came to girls, especially when it came to someone like Allison. She was completely out of my league.

She giggled and turned towards the front door. “So, do you want to come in?”  

I nodded as I fell in step behind her. The inside of her house was pretty much as expensive looking as the outside of her house. It reminded me of a model home.

While I looked around I hadn’t noticed that she had began to make her way up the stairs. I hesitated looking around.

“Don’t worry. My parents are going to be home until tonight.” She smiled at me, reassuring me.

I quickly made my way up the stairs right behind her. She led me to what must be her room. It was very inviting and had dim lighting. Though, I couldn’t help but notice all the boxes lying on the ground.

“You have to excuse the mess. I am taking my time unpacking.” She said as she scratched the back of her head.

“You should see my room.” I muttered as I stepped around one of the boxes.

She let out a small laugh and sat down on her bed.

“So what do you want to do?”  She asked.

Looking around I noticed labels on the sides of each box.

“I can help you unpack?” I suggested.

“Would you really do that?” She said with her eyes lighting up with every word that left her lips.

“Why not? It could be fun.” I replied.

“Ok!” She said cheerfully while getting up and stopping in front of one of the boxes that had middle school written on one of the sides in sharpie.

“Lets start with this one I guess.” She stated looking at the box in front of her.

I made my way so I was right next to her and sat down on the ground. She followed right after me, plopping down next to me. She began opening the box but stopped before she revealed the contents. She looked at me nervously.

“What? Is something wrong?” I asked concerned by the expressing on her face.

“Yes. Its just that you have to promise not to laugh at anything that comes out of these boxes.” She said turning completely serious.

I couldn’t help the smile that played on my lips. “I promise.”

Allison let out a deep breath as she opened the box.

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It seemed like we sat there for hours laughing and having fun opening up more and more boxes. Each box revealed more and more about Allison. Apparently she had tried everything in the books to find out what she was good at. I found out she was a dreadful artist, musician, and writer. There was one thing that she was really good at though. She was an amazing archer. I found it extremely attractive that she was such a good shot.

I noticed there were only a few more boxes left. I leaned across the floor and drug one of the boxes towards us. As I began to open it I noticed Allison didn’t make any effort to open it.

“What’s wrong? Are you bored?”

“No. Not at all.” She said reaching out towards the box. Without warning our hands accidently bumped in to one another. I acted on instinct, encasing her hand in my own.

She looked up at me making our eyes meet. Before I knew what was happening she leaned in closer to me. I felt myself doing the same. Our faces were only a few inches away from one another when I felt her lips touch mine.

I couldn’t explain the feeling that I felt at that exact moment. Her hand made their way behind my head, tangling her fingers in my hair. I brought my arms around her waist so I could pull her closer while deepening the kiss. My tongue begged for entrance as our lips crashed into one another, which she quickly granted. I picked her up carefully and placed her gently on her bed. I could feel the smile playing on her lips. Hovering over her I could feel our bodies heating up, mine more than hers. My hands where on either side of her head as we kissed. Our breath coming out heavier and heavier as each second passed.

Without warning I felt something I couldn’t explain take over my body. My eyes shot open just in time to see my fingernails growing unusually sharp. I jumped back, taken back by the sight. Allison sat up on her elbows with a panicked look on her face.

“Scott?”

“I am so sorry, I didn’t meant to, I just.” I trailed off.

“No its ok. It was my fault to.” She said.

She thought I was apologizing for kissing her, but in reality I was also apologizing for jumping back away from her. But I did feel bad for what just happened. We only had known each other for a little while and I was already throwing myself on her. It just felt like I had known her for forever.

“No, don’t be sorry.” I said glancing down at my nails, which were completely back to normal now. “Crap.” I muttered.

Allison got up from her bed and made her way over to me so she was standing right in front of me. She gently placed a soft kiss on my lips. I couldnt help but smile at her. She was just too perfect. To perfect for someone like me.

We both jumped at a loud noise that came from downstairs. The front door slammed shut as voice followed.

“Crap!” Allison whispered loudly. “That’s my parents. You need to go!”

I laughed at her panicked expression and quickly made my way over to the window. How I was so calm, I didn’t know. Maybe I was just to mezmorized by the past few minuets. As I swung one leg out the window I looked back at her and smiled.

“Thank you.” I said, not being able to get the smile off my face.

“Thank you. Il see you later.” She replied matching my smile.

She looked nervously at her bedroom door, but before she could turn around and tell me to go I had already jumped down.

I stumbled as I got my bike and got on it. Touching my lips I realized my smile was still there. I raced down the street so Allison’s parents didn’t notice me. My feet pedaled faster than I had ever peddled. The whole world seemed brighter at that moment. I laughed at myself, realizing I had been struck hard by love. 

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