All We Are

Chapter 18

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. Hi all, I have a quick request for this fanfic I'm pulling from a lot of Slavic and Eastern European folklore and mythology. Obviously I am nowhere near an expert but I am trying to be as respectful and accurate as possible. So if you notice something I have written that is just dead wrong about the folklore or mythology, or you don't believe it's being used appropriately/respectfully, please PM me and let me know. The little information I had found was fascinating, and I thought it would be something exciting to incorporate into the story- especially with Charlie's mom. But the last thing I want to do is be disrespectful or offend anyone so if there is an issue please PM, and I'll be more than happy to correct the problem whatever it may be. This goes for anything. Thank you all for reading.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Allison dropped me off at my house; I wanted to go to "the lair". But one, I didn't know where it was and two, no matter how much we trusted Allison, I didn't think Derek would take too kindly to an Argent in his hide-out. Dad was getting ready for work when I walked inside.

"That you Kid?"

My Dad walked into the hall, I noticed the pieces of toilet paper on his face and had to fight a chuckle, neither one of us had exactly mastered the art of shaving.

"No, I'm an ax-murderer," I said rolling my eyes and dropping my bag by the coat rack.

"Yeah, okay," Dad said heading to the kitchen.

I put a pot of coffee on for him.

"So Whitney's family lives in Washington, we're gonna leave after our shift tomorrow and we won't be back till Sunday." He told me.

I nodded picking the toilet paper off his chin.

"I'm going to trust you and Isaac to not act like the hormone-driven teenagers I know you are and let you stay here alone."

"Thanks, Dad-"

"I just want to remind you that while I wouldn't trade having you for anything in the world, your Mom and I were hormonal teenagers-"

"Oh my god dad!" I stuck my hand to my ears I did not want to have this conversation right now.

"Look, kid, I just don't want to be a grandpa anytime soon-"

"I'm not hearing this."

"I can still ask your Uncle John to let you stay over," My Dad warned me.

"Fine, got it no Teen Mom Beacon Hills edition," I said.

"Thank you." My dad told me sarcastically, before taking a sip of his coffee.

I started fixing me a cup pouring about half a cup of sugar and half a cup of cream.

"Why do you even drink coffee if you're just going to ruin it?"

"I don't like it unless it doesn't taste like coffee," I told him taking a sip.

"Well, that makes perfect sense." My dad said rolling his eyes. "So spring break is next week."

"Yep."

"I was thinking me and you could slip down to the coast for the day on Monday, maybe go kayaking or something, just the two of us. We haven't really had any time just for the two of us."

"Yeah, definitely," I told him.

Dad grinned.

"Great, well I better hit the road, try not to blow up the house before I get back okay?" Dad asked.

"Can't make any guarantees." I told him, he ruffled my hair and got up.

"Fair enough. Oh and Kid?" He was at the door.