Teen Wolf Imagines

Milkshakes ~ Scott McCall

Imagine Scott taking you out for milkshakes

Scott's P.O.V

Okay, it's been 7 hours, 45 minutes, and 50 seconds since I asked out y/n. I asked her out to go and have milkshakes down where the station is. Then the door opened.

"Scott, get your werewolf alpha ass down in the car, a lady doesn't like to be waited." Stiles said.

"I can't!" I plopped on my bed. "What if she hates milkshakes or even me?" I muffled on my pillow.

"Your nervous. Let's go!" He dragged me down the stairs and to the car. The whole drive, I looked out the window. "Go get her Tiger." Stiles said as he parked.

"I can do this." I unbuckled the seat and then I couldn't move. Stiles got out and opened my side of the car.

"Come on!" He literally dragged me into the restaurant. When we went in, y/n hair looked great with the light, her smile as she talked to the waitress. "You can do this." He raised his fist and I blocked it. He gave me a push.

"Scott?" I smiled as she said my name.

"Hey!" I sat down next to her. "Oreo milkshake please." I looked back and saw Stiles leaving.

"I thought you weren't going to show up."

"I have a confession to make." I told her and she nodded.

"Sure, go ahead."

"I was nervous about coming here. I thought you weren't going yo show up." And she giggled.

"Okay, my turn. Lydia dragged me here because I was afraid that you just stood me up." And I laughed.

"I really like you, y/n." I looked at her. Her name just makes me smile.

"I really like you too, Scott."

"Let this date begin." I took a sip from my milkshake.

"It shall."