Teen wolf imagines

Scott McCall ~ Drive you home...

"Hey,"

Scott smiled as you opened the car door, slipping inside

"Hey."

You replied, listening to the quiet breeze the flooded in through the small gap in the windows. The small car was silent, as Scott waited for an answer to his previous question. "Everything okay?" He questioned.

"Actually, no. Stiles and my dad are at it again. Dad just keeps.. drinking and Stiles is trying to convince him to go to bed." You voice gradually became softer, as you realised that the car had started.

"So, what do you want to do?" Scott asked gently reached for her hand.

"Could you just.. drive? For just a little while?" Scott nodded, moving his hands to the wheel. The truth was, you had called Scott after your brother and your father had started fighting. After your mother died the fights became more frequent, and you couldn't handle it anymore. "Hey," Scott nudged you. "You sure your okay?" You sighed a little as a tear slipped down your cheek.

He pulled over, stopping to car. "Y/N," He whispered gently. "Your family fighting isn't your fault."

"I never said it was,"

"But you thought it." He replied quickly as you dipped your head, looking to your fidgeting hands. Gently his thumb grazed your chin pushing your head up slightly so your eyes met with his. Your heart pounded, like it was screaming to pull itself out of your chest. "God, you hearts racing." He chuckled, "Sorry." You gulped slightly.

"Its- Its okay." Scot stuttered. "Listen, I've been friends with your brother since before i could remember. We played in the sandbox together, and I've watched you grow up into the beautiful, strong, smart person you are." You eyes fluttered as the tears fell down your rosey cheeks, a dark tinted rose colour pushing its way up to the brims of under your eyes.

"Scott. Thank you." You whispered, your eyes meeting his. Yours lips gradually moved closer until you were barely inches apart. "Scott-" He coughed quickly dropping his hands back to the wheel before you both readjusted awkwardly. "Uh, um i should.. take you home." He shuffled.

"Wait! Could we just- a little longer?" You question. "Sure." He nodded, you rested your head against the window propping it up with your arm. After a couple of minutes you swept into a swift slumber.

Scott pulled up at your house, opening his door and gently carrying you bridal style up to the front door. Stiles answered it, letting him in as he carried you to your room. He lay you gently on your bed before kissing your forehead.

"Good night, Y/N." He whispered, as he pulled away he felt your hand clutching his and so he quietly sat on the chair next to your bed. Holding your hand as he drifted off to sleep.