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Fuffly Love

Hello!!!! I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE!!! I've been so busy:( Thanks VeronicaHaney2 for the comment:) I'm going to admit it. The last chapter was lame. I know, it's the truth. Hopefully you guys appreciate this fluffly happiness. This for the girls out there reading this. (I'm putting a quote for the guys too)
"Don't be a woman that needs a man.
Be a woman a man needs. "

"Being honest might not get you a lot of friends, but it'll get you all the right ones. "

Val P.O.V.
"Training?" I asked totally confused. "Yep, training. " He replied with a smirk. "What?" I asked. "I'm going to train you. " He told me. STILL SMIRKING!!! Well, not for long.

"In the ways of the almighty werewolf pooping techniques?" I asked him annoyingly. His face changed to confusion, then annoyance. "No, how to fight. " He told me.

"So I get to kick your butt?" I asked hopefully. "You can try. " He told me with that adorable smirk. Gah! It makes want to attack his lips!! "Snap out of it Val!!" Verity yelled at me.

I ignored him and headed straight for the dresser. "Go away, I need to actually change now. " I told Oliver. "Buuuuut!!" He whined. "No!" I argued. I heard him stomp out like a little kid and slam the door. He sat down and leaned on the wall.

I smile at my good work and opened the drawers. I grabbed some workout leggings, a nice thin tank top and a colourful sports bra. I changed and pulled my hair up in a ponytail. I stole a nice hoodie and slid it on. I grabbed my phone and rested my headphones in my pocket.

I walked out and faced Oliver with my own smirk. I put on some comfortable combat boots. He smiled and lead me out to our training area. "We've got it all to ourselves." He told me smiling like crazy. I looked around in shock.

It. Was. Beautiful. There were punching bags, workout stations, stacks of weapons and a huge field.

"AWESOME!!" I yelled and ran over to the weapons. I studied a dagger that laid at the bottom. Oliver took it and laid it back down. "We're training hand-to-hand combat. And I do not want have to teach you how to throw knives. " He told me.

I quickly snuck the dagger into my boot then turned to face him. "Then, let's get started. " I told him with an evil smile. I put in my headphones and watched him walk to the middle of the field. I turned my music up and walked over to join him. (She's playing "You're gonna go far kid")

He tried to trip me but I jumped and kicked him back. The routine formed. Kick, dodge, punch, roll. Kick dodge punch roll. I picked up on his patterns and realized that whenever he rolls, there's a moment for an open attack.

I waited until he was about to roll and I kicked him to the ground. I put my foot on his neck and smiled. "Now can I play with the knives?" I asked and put my hand on my hip.

He growled at me. "Oh you poor baby did a little girl kick your butt?" I taunted. "Get off. " He growled. "Ask nicely. " I told him. "Get off please. " He said angrily.

I stepped off him and turned to the weapons. My feet slipped out from underneath me. My hands flew up to brace myself. I hit the ground with a thud.

"OW!!" I yelled in shock. I heard a loud groan escape from from the ground underneath me. I looked over and saw that I was sitting on Oliver.

"Really. " I glared at him. He shrugged and flipped over, pulling me under him. "Still wanna play with the weapons?" He asked 'seductively'. Quotation marks are very important.

"You have no idea how lame that was. " I told him happily. He looked at me confusedly then realized what I meant. He glared at me angrily. I smirked at him.

He planted his lips on mine and kissed me vigorously. "You have no idea how hard it is to resist that smile. " He told me. "Nor do I care. " I laughed and pushed him off me. I rolled to my feet and walked over to the knives.

"I want to play with the knives!!" I whined like a four year-old. Oliver grumbled and walked over to me. "Have you ever used one before?" He asked cautiously, as if I would attack him.

"Is that important?" I asked, carefully dodging his question. "Yes. " He told me stubbornly. "I may or may not have handled a knife at least once in my life. " I responded. 

He groaned and grabbed a knife from the table. "Here, try and hit that target. Make sure you don't kill yourself when you're doing it. " He told me, annoyance clear in his voice.

I smiled and picked up the knife. I looked at the target and calculated everything I needed. I pulled back my arm and flew the knife towards the target in one smooth motion.

The thunk of metal hitting wood resonated through the field. I smiled hugely at my good work. The knife hit dead centre. I turned around and saw Oliver with his mouth hanging open.

"Oliver dear, if you open your mouth any bigger a bird's going to nest in it. " I told him. His mouth jammed shut in embarrassment.

"How did? You can whaaa? That isn't!! No, what?" He tried to speak but all that came out was mumbo jumbo.

"I have not idea what you just said but I think it was a complement so thanks. " I told him, laughing like a maniac.

"You have used a kni-" He was cut off by someone yelling at us from across the field. "Alpha!! Luna!!" The girl yelled while running over. "What is it Elly?" Oliver asked while walking over beside me.

"There's another message. "

So, yep. This is the chapter. Hope you liked it:) The usual stuff. (Vote, comment etc.)

"Don't cry because it's
Over.
Smile because it
Happened. "