My Best Friend The Werewolf

A Place For A Change

"How are you feeling?" Eli asks.

Steve hadn't really talked since Ms Lake took the IV out of his arm and said he could go.

"I'm fine," Steve says but his voice sounds dull. Like his not actually here. Relying more on muscle memory and instinct to get them home.

Eli doesn't want to push him on it. Instead just turns to look out of his open window.

"I don't think...Eli, we shouldn't be doing this." Eli's head snaps back around to look at Steve.

"We don't have to go home if you don't want to. We can go up to the outlook, or we can go and see a movie. Get ou..."

"No, I mean this. Any of it. You should be focusing on graduating and getting ready for Stanford. Not having to look after me." Steve says, gesturing between the pair of them.

"I've been preparing for Collage a long time, I can take a break to focus on more important things. Like you. Like making sure that you're ok and that you get through this in one piece" Eli grumbles, trying to look as sincere as possible. Steve was his priority. Had been even before they had started dating.

Best friend turning into an actual werewolf or handing in assignments. The choice was an easy one.

"And if I ruin your future, then that's on me and I don't think I can live with that."

"You won't have to. Steve listen to me when I say I have it covered."

"And what if I kill you! You can do shit when you're dead Eli!" Steve growls, taking off from the lights a little quicker than necessary. Pressing Eli into his seat.

"Do I have to make you break another window" Eli snaps back, half trying to break this stupid tension. Half trying to make Steve see reason.

"You keep joking about it but this is serious. I wanted to kill Toby today. What am I gonna do when I actually change."

"We'll figure it out. I've said that" Eli says reaching out a hand but Steve pushes it away and Eli almost starts to feel sick.

"No, Eli. I can't trust myself around you." Every word stings and makes Eli's chest hurt. Unsure where this was heading. Worst case scenarios making themselves known in his head.

"So what? It's my choice if I want to be there when you shift. I need to be there. I need to make sure you're ok!" Eli says, voice rising to a shout.

"Do you have a death wish?" Steve asks, glaring at him.

"Yes. If it means making sure your safe"

"I'm dating a suicidal idiot" Steve groans pulling onto their street.

"I could say the same about you. Look we started the Creepslayerz together, meaning you're stuck with me no matter how much you bitch and whine about it. So end of discussion" Eli says.

He could defend himself, He wasn't completely useless even he sometimes seemed to think him so. Sure he couldn't exactly punch a Gumm-Gumm in the face without breaking the bones in his hand but he'd outsmarted a far few of them and lived to tell about it. He could handle this even if Steve and the voices in the back of his head didn't think so.

"Eli, please. This isn't Goblins and Gnomes. This is something we've never had to face before. We don't know what could happen"

"And you think we knew what we were doing two years ago when you first found Moustache. We figured it out then and we'll figure this out too. So stop being such a pig-headed idiot and let me help you!" Eli yells, at the end of his rope. Sick of trying to make his boyfriend see reason.