Prelude

Chapter 31: Skinny Dipping Wasn't My Best Idea But I Stand By It

Guinevere was left at Derek's loft with Ethan (her best friend) while the pack went out to round up some baddies with a Guinevere obsession (the kind of obsession that involved stalkerish photos and claws) so they could have an evil villain free pack night at Liam's. After one round of an hour and a half long game of Monopoly, Guinevere announced she was bored. 

"Why can't we go somewhere?" 

"Because there's deranged monsters out there with a you fetish." Ethan said again as he put the game away, Guinevere hanging upside down over the back of the couch. 

"So we'll stay across town. Come on, let's be a little wild." She begged/persuaded, giving her best wild child grin that usually made Lydia or Harper cave immediately. Ethan sighed and she could see she was winning him over. "Even if it's just a drive, just get me out of this loft. Please, Ethan." She begged. 

"Grab your shoes." He finally relented, grabbing Jackson's keys from by the door. Guinevere squealed happily and hurried to pull her shoes on, shaking her head when she got a head rush from standing up too quickly. 

"Come on, come on, come on!" She chanted, grabbing his bicep and dragging him down the hall towards the building doors. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Ethan said although he made no move to shake her off, smiling even as they stepped out into the night air that was chilly now that fall had settled in. What started off as an innocent ride, ended up getting them arrested and Guinevere's parents were almost called in (her mom was in Turkey researching some almost extinct animal and her dad was doing a field op an hour away). Guinevere rode with the windows down, even though it was 52 degrees outside and she let her feet hang out of the open space. 

"What's London like?" She asked Ethan after they had been driving for a few minutes, the radio playing softly in the background. 

"Big." He replied, the curious look he got in response prompting him to talk more. "The part of London Jacks and I live in is right on the edge of the city. We can see all the lights and buildings from our place. Big Ben is just across the river so I tell Jackson he has no excuse to be late for anything but he finds a way anyways." 

"He's never on time."

"Comes when he's told though." Ethan said slyly, smirking as he looked at the disgusted look on Guinevere's face. 

"Ewwwww." She whined. "I don't want to know about your sex life, Ethan." 

"Back at you, Guin." Ethan sassed. 

"Which one?" She retorted, making him laugh. "Speaking of naked things, we should go skinny dipping!"

"No. No, no, no. That is where I draw the line. Scott's already going to have my head for letting you out of the loft before they got back in the first place, there is no way I'm making it worse for myself and going skinny dipping with you."

"Oh come on, you big baby. Are you scared of a teenager?" She challenged, sitting up in the car a bit and looking at Ethan with a challenging look on her face. 

"Stop trying to bait me into going with you."

"You're so boring, Ethan. Come skinny dipping with me, just this once." She tied her hair up in a bun and took off her shoes. 

"No. No, stop that. We're not going skinny dipping. We're in the middle of town, where would we even go?" 

"Stop the car! They have a pool!" Guinevere said, tapping the door as she looked at the houses lining the street. 

"No! We are not skinny dipping. Say it with me." He prompted. 

"We are totally skinny dipping!" Guinevere said happily.