<Allison's POV>

"Dad really it's no big deal." We got home from the bus ride about an hour ago and my dad walked in on Scott and I making out. That didn't make him very happy. His voice is so deep and fierce it could catch the attention of an entire army. The normal nude shade of his skin has left his face, replaced by a fuming red color that could scare away a ghoul. Scott stands awkwardly behind me obviously not knowing what to say or do.

"Allison it is a big deal! We promised to live a normal life! Dating him is the total opposite of living normally!" I am only feeling one thing. Anger. Anger towards my dad. Anger towards Peter for biting Scott. Just angry at the world for being how it is.

"Dad really if anything Scott can protect me from anything out of the ordinary," I say defending my first love. I try to look as tough as my dad, but fail epically.

"Mr. Argent you know me, you know I would never let anything happen to her," Scott says. He is trying to stay calm. Scott is just being typical Scott. Trying to protect me and look charming with his puppy brown eyes and fluffy brown hair.

"Scott I know that and I love you like a son, but you just involve Allison in to much of this supernatural business, and that supernatural business killed my wife!" He says fuming. When my dad brings up my mom a weight drops in my stomach. She would be so disappointed in me for being with Scott.

"If you haven't noticed your wife is the one who tried to kill me," Scott mumbles trying to collect the anger that I know is building up inside him. This is going to get ugly fast if I don't get in the middle of it.

"Please dad just relax, Scott will be good I promise." Every word I said was true. My dad's face softens.

"He better be," and with that he storms out of the room. I look at Scott and he looks right back at me until he breaks the uncomfortable silence.

"That went well." Laughter fills me. Scott can always make me smile even in the worst situation.

"Oh ya very well," I remark sarcastically. A thought occurs. It's an awful thought. In fact it's a question. A question for the young man in front of me. "Scott what would you do if I died tomorrow?"

He freezes for a moment, I am assuming out of shock. I take his hand and he pulls me to the bed. We sit down, and he waits a second before speaking. He must be thinking. I assume. "Allison if you died tomorrow I wouldn't know what to do. First I would cry. Then I would grieve and after that I would go out of my mind and never leave my room. But on a happier note I would think about you everyday for the rest of my life." Grief fills me up inside. "Allison if you have forgotten I can smell emotion, and you wreak of depression." I grin and wipe away the single tear that fell down my cheek. Scott pulls me into a hug and I take in the smell of the woods that is practically flowing off his shirt. It fills me up until I feel like I am actually there stepping on the fallen leaves. I close my eyes and picture the forest. I am stepping on small twigs as the fall breeze tangles my hair. I take a deep breath in and then let it out. When I open my eyes I am back in my room with a handsome young man.

"Scott?" I say in almost a whisper.

"Yes Allison?"

"Thank you." The words flow out of my mouth like I didn't even think about them. But I did think about them, a lot.

"Thank you for what?" He asks. When I look at his face I see a expression that clearly says 'I am lost please enlighten me on the situation.'

"Thank you for being a good boyfriend and a great friend. Just thank you." He looks at me with those big brown eyes that make my knees weak.

"Well in that case your welcome," he says grabbing the small of my back and pushing me closer to him. Our lips connect and move in a perfect rhythm.

This is where I am meant to be. Right here with my first love. The one I will always love. And I do. I love him.

<Lydia's POV>

I keep trying to forget that horrid nightmare I had on the bus, but I can't. It haunts my very thoughts. Something vibrates next to me. It's my phone. When I look at the screen it shows the name Stiles. Why the hell is Stiles calling me?

"What do you want Stiles?" I ask agitated.

"Can I come over to your house we really really need to talk!" He says so fast I can barely understand what he is saying.

"Um well my-"

"Great I'll be over in five minutes!" He interrupts. Okay then. I wonder what he needs to talk about. And why is it so important?

Well it is Beacon Hills. Anything can happen here.

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Hope ya liked the chapter! I know it's short again but it was more of a filler chapter anyway! I hope you enjoyed the Scallison scene and frantic Stiles! Vote and Comment! I will try to update as soon as possible!!!