𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ; 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝗼𝐥𝐟

i. wolf moon

WOLF MOON

CAMERON IGNIS, lay in bed still half asleep, ignoring her best friend Stiles honking his horn outside of Cameron's house, which was conveniently adjacent to his own house. Cameron groaned at the noise, not even dressed and out of bed yet.

Cameron's dad pounded his fist on his daughter's door. "Hurry up, Cam! I don't need that boy to cause us noise complaints from the neighbors."

"Sorry, Dad," Cameron said loud enough for her father to hear through the door. She heard him grumble before walking back down the hall, descending the stairs to the kitchen. He must have a few days off from piloting, she thought.

Cameron dragged herself out of bed, taking a brief shower and lazily brushing her teeth, hair still damp. She pulled on a white graphic tee, tucking them into her ripped, dark gray, skinny jeans. She only bothered to apply a few thin strokes of mascara and swipe some lip balm on her lips before picking up the pace.

She picked her bag up from the foot of her bed, slinging it over her shoulder carelessly. She rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. She stole a few slices of bacon her dad had made, wrapping them in a paper towel.

She kissed her father's cheek, resulting in him wiping away the smudge of her lip balm. "Thank you for breakfast. Love you, Dad."

"Love you too!" he called after her, right before she slammed the front door, running to Stiles' jeep.

She dropped her bag to floor of the vehicle after she shut the door, buckling her seatbelt. She opened up the paper towel of bacon as Stiles pulled out of her driveway.

"Ooh! Is that Mr. Ignis's famous bacon?" Stiles asked, glancing at the girl in the passenger seat.

"Yes, it is," Cameron said, picking up a slice. "Would you like a bite?"

"That is one of the dumbest questions you have ever asked me, and you once asked me if tadpoles were baby turtles," Stiles said.

Cameron rolled her eyes. "In my defense, I was only seven." 

"Whatever. Bacon, please."

Cameron lifted the meat up to Stiles' mouth, letting him take a bite. He groaned at the flavor, verbalizing how it tasted better than he remembered. 

"So, what'd you do last night? Anything fun?" Cameron asked after Stiles had finished the last of his piece of bacon.

Stiles seemed to tense up a bit. "No, nothing really. Just played some video games with Scott. What about you?"

"You're such a terrible liar, Stilinski, but I'll pretend like what you said was true," Cameron said, eating the last of her bacon. "I stayed up late bingeing Netflix originals, hence why I was sleeping in. You ready for practice?"

Stiles shrugged. "Yeah, I'm ready to make benchwarmer."

"Don't say that," Cameron chastised.

"What? It's true. I'm terrible," Stiles said.

Cameron gave him a stern look that he missed as he pulled into the parking lot. "You're not terrible. Maybe not good, but not terrible. It just takes some practice and you know I'm willing to help out whenever."

"I know." Stiles put his jeep in park. "Do you always have to be such an optimist?"

Cameron rolled her eyes as she got out of the car, meeting Stiles around the front. "I'm not an optimist. I just strongly believe in my friends, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"No there is not," Stiles agreed as they approached Scott near the bike rack.

"Hey, Scott," Cameron greeted.