Coffee

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Put your story text here...The werewolf mate

ch.6 COFFEE!!!

"Ok," Shauna clapped," Well... Bye!" she said happily. Then she ran off in the

opposite direction with everyone else following her except for a little boy. He

stood there starring at me. He was probably around four years old. He had black

hair and green eyes, with some freckles.

"Tyson," Scott started, "Why was everyone here earlier?" Tyson looked up at Scott

with innocent eyes.

"What's in it for me?" asked Tyson. I don't think this kid is that innocent actually.

"How about I take you out for ice-cream later?"Scott asked, trying to nigociate.

Tyson nodded his head happily and started and embarrising story.

"Ok, well Auntie Shauna said you guys would fall in love, because she was your

mate and that you would love her sooo much you were going to get her pregnant,

and have se-"Tyson was cut off there because Scott put a hand over his mouth.

Scott whispered something in his ear and Tysons litttle face lit up with a smile

and he ran off down the hall.

Scott looked at me and let out a nerveous laugh. I stood there with my hands

on my hips and both of my eyebrows raised.

"Well,um, that was akward,"he stated. Well, thank-you captain obvious!

"Yup," I said popping the 'p'.

We both looked down at the ground avoiding each others eyes.

"So,um, Lydia?" he said. I nodded my head not wanting to speak. He grabbed

my hand and laced our fingers together. We were walking down a hallway, actually

to be more exact he was dragging me down the hallway with how fast he walked,

when Shauna came out of a door a few feet in front of us. She looked at Scott

and me then quickly walked back in her room and shuting the door before

either of us could say a word.

Scott just shook his head and mummbled under his breath. We walked a few

more feet until we came to a door that was three doors down from Shauna.

He looked at me, dropped our hands, and knocked on the door, then he left.

"Thank-you," I said quitely, but I was guessing he couldn't hear because he

kept on walking.

The door in front of me opened. I saw Lydia standing there with Tyson behind her,

on what I was guessing, was her bed. She threw her arms around my neck and

hugged me, well actually more like choked me more like it.

She grabbed my shoulders and threw me in her room on the bed next to Tyson'who waved

hi at me and locked her door. In less than five seconds might I add. Oh, god

I hope no one gave her coffee.

"Oh my god where have you been? I was waiting for you for like five hours,

and Tyson was keeping me company just now, and you came right on time we were

going to have a tea party!" she said jumping up and down. Well, I guess

they did give her coffee. And as you can see, they made a huge mistake!

"Yah, um, hey Tyson why don't you go ask Scott when you get your ice-cream,"

I said to the little boy. I actually don't care about that right now, even

though I do want ice-cream, I was just hoping to talk to Lydia and hoped he would

annoy Scott. Yah, I'm evil!!!

"But-,"Lydia tried to tell Tyson but he was already out the door yelling

Scotts name at the top of his lungs.

I got up and locked Lydias door again then went to sit next to her on the bed.

"Hey, Bella, guess what? Scott he gave me coffee this morning when I woke up!!

Can you believe it? Coffee! I mean my parents wouldn't ever give me coffee, and neither

would you or your parents, and then I come here and I get coffee! I like Scott, but

only because he gave me cof-" Lydia stopped there, falling back on the bed.

Out like a light, i thought.

I looked at her a while then thought what the hay? Might as well.

I layed on the bed next to her falling asleep to the sound of knocking.

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Heyyyyy! Well , I updated (hahaha, DUH!)!!!! I hope

y'all like it! I like Tyson, don't you? Yah right now

I'm hyper because I just drank ALOT of coke (I don't like coffeee).

Well, tell me what y'all think!!!!!!!

P.s. vote for TYSON!!!!!

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