The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Eight

The next night, the bowling alley buzzed with the sounds of laughter, rolling balls, and the crashing of pins. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting playful hues of purple and blue across the polished lanes. Scott walked in with Kylie tucked under one arm, her eyes wide with excitement as she took in the kaleidoscope of colors and the faint, sugary scent of popcorn wafting through the air.

Their friends were already there, gathered around their lane. The glossy surface of the alley gleamed under the fluorescent lights as each of them selected their bowling ball. A kiddie bumper had been set up just for Kylie, a nod to the littlest member of their group.

Allison lifted her light purple ball, the smooth surface catching the neon glow as she tested its weight with a smile. Lydia, poised and meticulous, examined her light pink ball, perfectly matching her ensemble down to the polished nails that cradled it. Jackson gripped a dark blue ball, his confident smirk implying that he expected nothing but strikes. Scott's green ball seemed slightly heavy in his hands, but he offered Kylie a reassuring grin. Meanwhile, Kylie's bubblegum pink ball sat nestled at her feet, small and cheerful, just like her.

Jackson stepped up first, sidling next to Lydia and guiding her hands on the ball, his voice low as he offered pointers. With a small eye-roll and a faint smile, Lydia let him guide her swing. The ball rolled down the lane with a gentle thud and wobbled before sliding into the gutter. A shared chuckle bubbled up among the group, lightening the mood.

"Again," Jackson said, his tone encouraging, as he handed her the ball once more. Lydia huffed, adjusting her stance. This time, the ball struck the lane with more confidence, rolling with determination before veering off and knocking down two pins. The clatter was satisfying but far from a strike.

Lydia sighed, a flicker of annoyance shadowing her expression before she tossed her hair back and stepped aside. Kylie giggled, the sound soft and sweet against the backdrop of noise, her tiny hands clapping together as she bounced slightly in anticipation of her own turn.

"I'm so bad at this," Lydia muttered, a playful pout crossing her lips as she scooped Kylie up and settled her on her lap. Kylie's tiny arms wrapped around Lydia's neck as she nestled comfortably, the soft scent of strawberry shampoo wafting from her curls. Lydia's exasperation melted away under Kylie's cheerful gaze, and she couldn't help but smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

Allison stepped up to the line with a focused expression, her purple ball poised in her slender fingers. The room seemed to still for a moment as she took a deep breath, the lights reflecting off the polished surface of the ball. With a smooth swing and perfect release, the ball hurtled down the lane, striking the pins with a satisfying crash. All ten toppled with a loud clatter, earning her an eruption of cheers from the group.

Kylie's eyes sparkled with excitement as she clapped her little hands together, her giggle ringing out like a tiny bell. The sound of her giggle brought a warm smile to Allison's face as she turned back to her friends, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks from the attention.

"Somebody brought their A game," Lydia laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned back, crossing one leg over the other.

"Good job," Scott said, nudging Allison gently with a smile that couldn't quite mask his nervous energy.

Jackson stood up, exuding confidence as he picked up his dark blue bowling ball. With practiced ease, he took his stance and sent the ball rolling down the polished lane. The sharp crack of pins scattering filled the air as he scored a strike. Lydia's eyes lit up, and Kylie clapped her tiny hands, a high-pitched giggle escaping her lips as Jackson walked back, a self-satisfied nod of acknowledgment on his face.