Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

PROLOUGE

"It's no joke!"

  Allison laughed and rolled to the other side of her bed. "So, after you faced all these terrible creatures, werewolfs, kanimas, and I don't know what, my mom is still the scariest?"

  Scott rolled over to her. "I'm telling you, that woman scares the living hell outta me."

  "Well", Allison got closer, "since you are here I'd say she doesn't, at least not completly."

  Scott hugged her. "Oh, no. Not true. Do you know how scared I am right now?"

  "Then you shouldn't have come."

  "Oh god", Scott got closer. "I would never miss the opportunety."

  They tangled in a firm hug, kissing firecly, like they were trying to take in that feeling, like they were never going to separate. But they will have to, eventually. In about an hour, when the movie Allison's parents were watching ends and they come home.

  "Ahhhhhh!" Scott suddenly shouted in pain.

  They quickly separated. "Are you okay?" Allison asked worriedly.

  "Yeah", Scott sat. "I think I just rolled onto your crossbow." He bursted into laughing, while Allison was trying to apologize, although hardly hiding her own smile.

  Scott took the weapon and observed it. "Do you acctually sleep with it?"

  "Give me that", Allison said, joke in her voice.

  "No", Scott lifted it out of her reach. "There is a payment. Just a kiss."

  She crossed her hands on her chest. "I'm not kissing a thief."
 
  He stood up. "Than you'll just have to take it from me."

  What the young werewolf wasn't ready for, was that she would knock him back to the sheets in a matter of second.

  "Ouch", he stated.

  "Every thief gets his punishment."

  "And how about you?" Scott asked. Again, they were kissing, but more gentle this time. The crossbow fell on the floor, forgotten.

  After a while, their lips separated, but their bodies remained in a hug. They were carefully observing the other one's face, trying to memorize every detail.

  "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Scott inquired.

  Allison rolled her black eyes. "Just about a million times. Daily."

  "But I mean it", Scott's eyes glowed yellow for a second. "Allison, I care about you so much I can bearly breathe when we are apart. And when we are close, I'm dying every second. I can't touch you. I can't have you. We only have these short moments, stolen from time and place."

  "Gosh, Scott", she waved her hand. "That's really cheesy. But I don't think-"

  "I mean it", he repeated.

  She just sighed. "That is our biggest problem. Because I love you too. And I mean it too", she shook her head. "But my parents..."

  Scott noticed tears in her eyes. She was sensitive about the subject. "Hey, I'm sorry for bringing it up. Forget it. Just don't forget I love you, okay?"

  She nodded. "Yeah", she wiped her tears away. "What did I do to deserve you?'

  "You were just as perfect as you are."

  The room fell into silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, however. Young lovers enjoyed the presence of their significant other. Scott was listening Allison's soft breathing as she closed her eyes.

  "Hey, Scott", her eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings as she broke the silence. "That speech you made - were you quoting?"

  He laughed. "No! I swear! You know I'm failing English."

  She joined his laugh. "True."

  She turned around, and he hugged her. "You know, I'm the lucky one."

  She had no time to respond. She was interupted by the sound of front door unlocking.

  "They're early!" she whispered hastly, referring obviously to her parents. "Quick, here's your shirt."

  It didn't took long for Scott to dress up. He climbed on the window.

  "Allison-" he started.

  "See you in school tomorow", she quickly said, closed the window and threw herself on her bed just in time when Argent entered.

  "You are still awake", he noticed.

  She shrugged. "You're early."

  "We didn't go to the movie anyway. Just a dinner", he glared ar his daughter. "Go to sleep. We don't want you tired, do we?"

  "Night, Dad."

  "Night, Allison."

  Night, Allison, Scott thought from outside the window. He jumped down, the moonlight lighting him running home, with a silent promise to come back.