Scaring tribes || ST 1

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Archer's POV

Friday, a couple of days later...

Today is great, we got to end school early and Dean is coming over in a few hours. Dean has been over at my house a few times the last week, which means he has now met my dad. My dad wasn't really the happiest about me having a human friend, but atleast he has been kind to Dean. Well, he hasn't barely said anything, but still. The times Dean have been over for the past week, he has only been here for a couple of hours. But tonight he is gonna sleep over, I wonder what my dad will think about that. But anyhow, I don't really care.

I walked out of my room and started walking down stairs. I walked into the living room where my dad was.

"Dean is coming over in a few hours, just so you know." I said, but just when I was about to turn back around my dad stood up.

"I don't like you having human friends, I think that you shouldn't hang out with him anymore." He stated.

"Well, I don't care what you think. He is more of a friend than any other teenager in our pack. Let's make a deal, if you let me hang out with him, I will go to every pack meeting. Starting today." I said and my dad looked shocked by my sudden offer.

"Fine, but you won't let him anywhere near our secret. Is that understood?" He said, rising an eyebrow.

"Of course, deal?" I asked.

"Deal." He said and sat down again. "Lucky for me that I'm gonna be out tonight so I don't have to see this Dean."

"Whatever." I mumbled before walking back up to my room.

A few hours went by and I decided that I should make dinner for us to eat when he arrived. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, my dad still laying on the sofa. I started making some pasta carbonara since it was one of Dean's favorite foods.

A while later there was a knock on the door. I walked out of the kitchen, into the hallway and to the door. I opened the door and saw Dean. He was wearing his jeans jacket, a grey t-shirt, a backpack and oh god... He was fucking wearing those jeans again. If he only knew what he was doing to me right now.

"Hi." I said and pulled him into a hug. The door shut as he wrapped his arms around me to.

"Hi." He said and let go of me again. I walked back into the kitchen to check on the sauce. I looked over at my dad only to find him looking at me with a disgusted face. He really did hate humans, and he liked showing it to. I bitch blicked him, making him look back to the tv. Dean walked into the kitchen and looked at the pots on the stove.

"Pasta carbonara?! That is my favorite!" He said and sniffed over the pots.

"I know." I said and smirked. "Could you put some plates and glasses on the table?"

"Sure." Dean said and opened the cabinets above my head.

Soon the dinner was ready to and we sat down to eat. It actually tasted really, really good. We finished and started doing the dishes. When we were almost done, my dad stood up and walked to the door. He put his shoes on before heading out. He gave me a nod to let me know that he was not coming home until tomorrow night. We finished the dishes and just when Dean was about to leave the kitchen, I grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the kitchen, pinning him to the wall. I put my hand around his throat, not tight, but enough so that he would feel it.

"God, if you only knew the things you do to me." I said in a husky voice.

"I think I have a pretty good idea." He said and gave me a look. I swear to god, I like this boy so much. And I love liking him. I love loving him. Wait, did I just say that I love him? Well, screw the world. I love him, and let that fucking be it.

"And the hand to throat thing, kinky." He said and smirked.

"Oh, shut up." I said and crashed my lips onto his, putting one of my legs between his.

Midnight, a couple hours later...

We were laying in my bed. I was holding Dean in my arms, spooning him. I pulled him a little tighter to my body, listening to his heartbeats. He was still awake. I leaned my head forward a little, resting my jaw onto his shoulder. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. It was almost dark in the room, only some light was coming in through the window.

"Dean?" I whispered in his ear.

"Mhm?" He hummed.

"I love you." I whispered and it was like I could almost hear his heart stop.

"What?" He asked and turned his head towards me.

"I love you." I said once again, smiling at him.

"I... I know, I just can't believe it." He said turning around in my arms, a big smile on his lips. "Oh my god, Archer, I love you too."

"Good." I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He crawled up closer in my arms and slowly closing his eyes. And soon he had fallen asleep