Author's Note: I'm so so so so very sorry about the long wait I kind of lost where I was going with the story plot but I decided it would be best to at least finish the story :) I shit with the buttons on this website and stuff so it looks quite strange. More of a filler chapter but nothing like a little boring to make a small bomb better. weird i know... but that's just me, you know my leg was burning was and i said it hurt like a cat set on fire. NOW THAT WAS WEIRD! Anyway back to ChapteR Ten!
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Chapter 10: A Very Uneventful Morning
Eva’s POV
I woke up with a throbbing pain in my head and a shadowy figure asleep face down next to me. I screamed loudly but you know not too loudly. The sleeping figure beside me shoved a pillow in my face. “Shut up” it growled, “Scott?” I asked confused. “No, shit Sherlock. Why are you so surprised?” he said lifting his head and glowering at me. All I could see was a shadowy figure and piercing eyes glaring at me. “Why-why do you look like a shadow?” I asked really confused, “Because your eyes are screwed up dumb ass. I was supposed to watch you to see if you woke up but as you can see you woke me up. Thanks” he said with sarcasm flowing out of his mouth with the last word. “Why, what happened?” I asked, all it took was that one question and Scott looked like he was fully awake. He opened his mouth to speak but I held up a hand. “Do I smell bacon?” I asked with a look of happiness on my face. He opened his mouth to answer my question again but I was gone before he could even start.
I shot down the stairs and followed my nose to peak into the kitchen. It was Stiles standing over the stove about to burn my babies. “No!” I shouted “MY BABIES! HOW COULD YOU? Your burning my babies!” He looked so confused at my sudden reaction to him burning bacon. I shoved him aside and he landed on his butt. I quickly turned down the stove and flipped the pieces of bacon just in time. “You almost burned my babies” I whimpered as I stroked the bag of uncooked bacon. “Bacon. Is. My. Life” I said between frowns. “If you keep frowning like that your going to get wrinkles” Stiles said with a cheeky grin. “No, I’m too hot to get wrinkles” I said sarcastically, placing a hand on my chest. “At least now I know you’ll cook us bacon” Stiles said happily, “only if I don’t eat it all” I said grinning evilly sliding the pieces of bacon onto a plate and putting some more bacon on. “So how are you feeling?” Stiles asked the smile fading from his face, “What do you mean?” I asked confused as I poured myself a glass of orange juice.
“I mean you split your head open and got really sick” Stiles said in a worried duh tone. I spit out all the juice I had on me to the closest thing on Stiles right, which just so happened to be Scott in the doorway with no shirt on. “Why couldn’t you just wait until she was finished cooking us food to tell her” Scott wined wiping the juice of off his body with a tea towel. I just stared at them dumbfounded, did they really just say I split my head open. “The bacon’s burning” Stiles said cooly, I spun around and quickly flipped the bacon over and sticking bread into the toaster. I touched the spot on my head and felt dried blood wow they were right. “I feel fine” I said happily as I continued to cook food. I finished cooking the bacon and buttered the toast as the eggs cooked. “What’s the time?” I asked questioningly. “Almost time for lunch” Scott answered, “But don’t we have school today?” I asked curiously. “Yeah, but you were hurt so we just ended up staying here. I told dad that we were doing school work and it got so boring that we fell asleep while we were here” Stiles answered for me.
“Wow, how is he still believing all that crap you tell him, I personally feel sorry for him having to look after you” I said but watched Stiles face fall as he looked at me. I winked and his face brightened up, “I’m only joking” I said giggling a little from his facial reactions. “I’m going go take a shower, If you eat any of my bacon you should probably book a flight out of the country. Don’t burn any food, you’ll make me cry” I said shoving a piece of buttered toast in my mouth and finishing it in 3 bites. I trudged up the stairs and over a random door. Please be the bathroom, please be the bathroom. Just my luck it wasn’t the bathroom, why does god hate me? It was quite girly in here, this must have been Scott’s room I thought cheekily to myself. I walked over to the next door and it was the bathroom. YAY! I closed the door and stripped down to my skin before opening the shower door and running a nice cold shower. I loved cold showers they were so refreshing and made me feel heaps more fresh. After finally getting all the blood out of my hair and washing it I got out of the shower.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself, before drying my hair. I dried the rest of my body before putting my under garments back on. I wrapped the towel around me and ran downstairs at top speed for my bacon. I tied the large towel at the side with the hairband that had been in my hair. I charged into the kitchen screaming “where is my bacon!”. Stiles took one look at me and flushed bright pink before picking up a plate and handing it to me. There was so much bacon, “YAY, thank you Stiles I owe you one for protecting my bacon!” I yelled hugging him tightly. He hugged me back awkwardly obviously he didn’t have much experience with girls. I pulled out of the hug and pulled out a chair instead sitting down with my bacon.
“You want to put some clothes on?” Scott says chuckling slightly. “Yeah sure I mean if you really want me too” I said teasingly. “I’m fine with the towel outfit it’s hot but imagine what my mother would think if she was home.” I smirked “she’s probably be wondering how in any way you even managed to get a female through the front door and why Stiles would still be here. She’d probably think you guys are into some kinky shit”. Stiles was speechless, “your disgusting but I have to admit that was hilarious” Scott replied. I finished shoveling bacon down my throat and decided to steal one of Scott’s shirts. I trekked up the stairs and immediately found Scott’s room. I opened the door and looked at the mess before me. Wow, he’s pretty clean compared to me. I looked in the closet to find nothing in there. I picked shirts off the floor and sniffed them to test their cleanliness. I found one long sleeved shirt that was clean enough. I did a special trick with the shirt so that it looked like a dress and I looked amazing in it. It was a pale blue shirt and I had it tied at the front. I ducked into the bathroom and dumped my clothes into the hamper. Boy was Scott’s mum going to get a surprise when she did the washing. This would be the moment where in my mind I do an evil laugh and evil hand thingy. Mwahaha maybe I could even stroke an invisible cat. All right, I get it too far not very funny.
I went back down the stairs and into the kitchen where I opened up cupboards, cabinets, and fridges anything that could possibly have food in it. I pulled out a packet of Oreo’s, Tim tams, whipped cream, chocolate and strawberries. I grated the chocolate and cut the strawberries into circle shapes. I opened Oreo’s and took the white center out and putting it into a separate bowl to the biscuit. I got the Tim tams and got a knife out. I spread the Oreo centers evenly onto the Tim tams before spraying whipped cream on top. I crumbled the Oreo biscuit and chocolate on top before placing strawberry on top of that. The boys were gawking at me, “what?” I asked as they stared at me. They snapped out of their dazes before Scott asked “How can you be hungry you literally just ate”. “I’m always hungry” was my simple answer before I shoved a afternoon delight in my mouth. That's what I called my creation of complete and utter awesomeness. I was pulled out of my daze when I heard the door open and close loudly.
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