Teen Wolf Imagines (requests being taken)

Makeover (Scott)

"Mommmm." I moaned as she shook me repeatedly. It was summer and I wanted to sleep in so very badly, but it never seems to happen with my moms new job. She designs other peoples houses for a living. I don't understand why people would want others to design their house, but whatever floats their boat I suppose.

"Come on! I heard there might be a hot guy at this house!" She said and faked excitement for my sake, which worked. My eyes flew open and I threw the covers off of me. I looked over at her staring at me.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready?" I asked and she laughed and made her way out. I know I could stay home alone, but it gets pretty boring after a while because her jobs always take all day. Plus, I don't really have a father in my life. He found another family and ditched us. He doesn't  even send money or anything like that. But I've accepted it and moved on with my life.

I quickly threw on one of my cutest outfits I own, going with my mothers hint of a hot guy. I decided to leave my hair down and use a waterfall braid to my advantage. Grabbing a bowl and making cereal I sat down in front of the television and began to watch the news. Lame, I know but there are always vision  deaths happening in this town and I like to know where not to go. You know, so I don't die.

I heard my moms heals click down the stairs.

"Ready?" She asked and I turned off the tv then faced her, ready to follow her out the door. She looked at my appearance  and smirked.

"Crazy how a guy can control what you wear." She laughed.

"Shut up and let's go." I rolled my eyes.

Unlike other families, I'm close with my mom. It's typical for us to make sarcastic remarks to one another or simply tell each other to shush. I followed my mom out the door and she didn't go towards the car, she just walked. I followed quietly, knowing that the customer must live close. And by close, this time it is literally next door. She rand the bell and an older lady opened the door, she had ridiculously curly hair with a few wrinkles. She smiled brightly at us.

"Come in!" And we did. The inside looked so very comfortable. The nice, cozy type of home where you would feel ok if you spilt a drink all over everything. I wish our house looked like this and made me feel as comfortable.

"Ok, I'm not sure what I want done...but most certainly new furniture." She said. "Oh, and my name is Melissa." She smiled at my mom and I. We introduced our names.

"Ok, well I'm off to work my son Scott is here. Probably in his room, there's cookies and drinks in the kitchen. Help yourselves." She smiled and closed the door.

"Mom!" I heard a deep voice yell from upstairs. Then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. My mom pulled out her tape measurer and began to measure the places she needed. Recording the number down, she moved on to the next spot.

"Mom..." He said as he reached the bottom of the stairs and his eye reached mine.

"You are not my mom..." He said a little confused. My mom stood up from her crouched position, then smoothed out her outfit.

"No she is not. We are the ones designing your house." My mom said with a smile.

"Great...uh do know where she is?"

"Work." I said and began to measure the rest of the places my mom needed.

"Ok...hey you guys love next door." He said as realization dawned on him.

"Yup...how about you two go hangs out there for a few. This may get a little messy and you might not be able to come downstairs." She suggested.

I looked at her like she had four heads. She must really like this Scoot kid.

"If she doesn't care." Scott said and I shrugged my shoulders. He followed me to my house.

"This place is so...neat." He said.

"Yeah. It sucks." I said. "Anything you want to do?" I asked.

"Any video games?"

Two hours later I had destroyed him at all the games we owned. He pouted on the couch as I celebrated.

"Rematch tomorrow at my house." He demanded.

"Why not. I'm sure I can destroy you again." I smirked while he scowled. He was so childish.