Dysfunctional + Teen Wolf [DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]

[0.6] Heart Monitors and Spirals

"Case, do you want any cookies?" Scott asked, pushing the cart I was currently sitting in.

"Stiles says I'm not allowed to talk to you since his dad got hurt." I told him, snatching the Oreo's from his hand, "And of course I want cookies."

"He's still mad at me?" Scott groaned, "I thought he would be done by now."

"Scotty-Boy you let Mr. Stilinski get hurt. He's still going to be mad." I explained, reading a text from Lydia about a sleepover.

"Where were you that night anyways?" Scott asked me.

"Not ditching school like the good child I am." I told him, "Oh, don't forget the milk."

Scott glared at me, then quickly put the milk in the cart and continuing on. "No, seriously, where were you? I came to say goodnight and you weren't in your bed."

"Oh," I looked up at him, "I was with Allison."

"Really now," Scott seemed unconvinced, "Because I thought I was with Allison."

I stuck my tongue out at him and grabbed some fruit roll ups and put them next to me, "Fine. I wasn't with Allison."

"No, really?" Scott said sarcastically, "Just tell me who you were with."

"Why do I have to be with someone?" I scoffed.

"Casey, you literally are too scared of everything to be alone." Scott laughed, grabbing some lettuce.

"Um, excuse me, adults are not allowed in the carts." A grocery employee dude told us, looking at me.

I started to 'cry' and Scott groaned, "Sorry, she has the brain of a three year old and the doctors specifically said to let her act like a child or she won't grow properly."

"Oh, I-uh-I am so sorry." The employee stuttered and quickly walked away.

"Fine. I was with Stiles." I admitted, looking at my phone and yelling out, "Who's the boss now Angry Birds?!"

"Stiles? You were with Stiles all night? Now I am the one who should be mad." Scott said and pushed the cart up to a register.

"Bro! Nothing happened, we just fell asleep on the bed while watching movies." I explained, letting out a groan and tapping angrily on my phone because the stupid Piggy's didn't let me win.

"On the bed? The bed? Next to each other? Alone? All night?" Scott asked, bagging our groceries.

"No we fell asleep in Narnia." I spit out sarcastically, rolling my eyes, "Yes on the bed. Have a problem?"

"YES, I do. No more sleeping next to each other on a bed." Scott told me, his eyes flashing secretly.

"Scott. We've known him since we were four, do you realize how many sleepovers we've had with him?" I dead panned.

I handed him the card, slipping my phone back in my pocket. I grabbed the bags and started setting them next to me. Scott began pushing the cart to the doorway, "Still, you two are dating now."

"So?" I scoffed, grabbing the bags and standing up.

"So you can't sleep next to each other." He told me, letting me climb on his back.

Carrying me out of the store with our bags at our side. He scoffed and pushed the button to the elevator, one hand still supporting me. Once inside he began talking, "Casey Grace McCall, you are my little sister who is dating-dating our best friend of 12 years, so what I say goes because I'm older by three minutes and 24 seconds."