|Pop In The Fake Fangs
Author: Mycroft's Holme Girl PM
Stiles best friend, November, moves back to Beacon Town and is here to stay. Stiles introduces November to his other friend Scott Howard and a spark is instintly created. Both are desperate to hide their true identities from each other, and their fuding families. Kinda like a Romeo and Juliet story without the death. Better than Description! R&RRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Family - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,017 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 06-28-12 - Published: 06-27-12 - id: 8262910
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"Going to a party, dad! 'Kay! See ya! Later! Bye!" November yelled as she ran down the stairs out the door to Stiles' car.
Scott, Stiles and Boof were waiting in the driveway for November to go to the party. She jumped in the back seat with Boof and the four were off to the party. November kept picking on Stiles while he was driving. Not a safe move, but it was funny to watch Stiles get pissed off.
The party wasn't hard to find, just look for all the car. Stiles pulled up right out front the house and they all got out. Boof and November had to wait for Scott and Stiles to drag the keg out of the trunk. Taking two men to carry a keg into a house was entertaining for the girls to watch. They kept their distance, giggling behind their backs.
When the girls walked in they were handed a hat filled with pieces of paper. The holder said it was for later. All the names were of the guys there that night and it was a Stiles game. They were also instructed not to look at them until Stiles said so.
The guy walked away and November turned to Boof.
"Is this how all the parties work around here?" November asked.
"Not normally," she admitted, "But its Stiles, what do you expect?"
Boof grabbed November's wrist and started to drag her to the dance floor, "Let's dance!"
November squealed with the sudden yanking on her wrist and gave in to her friend's wishes. The speakers were blasting the Kenny Loggins hit "Footloose" and the living room, dance floor, was rocking with kids dancing. About half way through the song, Scott met back up with Boof and November.
He tapped November's shoulder and smiled, "Mind if I step in, ladies?"
"Funny, Scott," Boof said, "I can take a hit," she winked to him and walked away, only after lightly pushing Scott to November.
November smiled to Scott. He scratched the back of his head, awkwardly.
"Sorry about Boof, she can be a little…"
"Insane?" November tried to finish with a laugh.
Scott laughed, "That's one way of putting it."
A new song came on, a dancier tune. The entire room squealed with joy, making November giggle a little. Scott smiled to her.
She smiled, "Sure, but I have to warn you, I can't dance."
"Neither can I," he laughed.
Before either of them could really embarrass themselves, the music shut off. Kids began to complain about shutting off the music. Stiles was the one who grabbed a microphone. Before he could start talking the kids decided to say a few words.
"What the hell, Stiles?" everyone yelled.
"Hey! We're gonna start with a little thing called 7 minutes in heaven! Now, the girls to the one side of the living room, guys to the other. Chop, chop!"
"Well, I'll talk to you later?" Scott asked.
"Yeah," she smiled.
Scott walked away leaving November alone in the group of girls. Boof found her soon and they stood together, whispering about what was going on.
"Now! Girls, you may now look at the name on your slip of paper!"
Boof and November counted to three and opened them up at the same time. They both sighed and showed each other whom they've picked.
"Scott," Boof said.
"Stiles," November said with a sigh, "I cannot do seven minutes in heaven with my best friend. That's just too awkward."
"Switch with me then," Boof offered.
"I don't wanna stick you with Stiles though. I'm not that mean of a friend," November said.
"It's ok. It'd be meaner if I left you with your best friend. I'll deal with Stiles, besides," she glanced over to Scott who was talking with Stiles, "I think Scott likes you anyway."
"Really?" she asked.
"Duh! Stiles is your best friend and Scott is mine, I know him. Just switch with me ok?"
"Fine," she handed her the piece of paper and Boof handed November hers.
"Yes, thank you, Boof," November smiled, giving her friend a hug.
"Alright everyone!" Stiles said, coming back on the microphone, "We'll be kicking off this little game right now! Now, you all see that closet? You'll be in there with seven minutes with whoever you picked or you were forced to. Our first victim will be my best friend, November Everclear!"
All eyes were on her and she blushed.
"Who'd ya get?" Stiles asked.
"Scott," she shouted.
A group of girls, including Boof, began to push November to the closet. The same went for the guys pushing Scott. The rest of the crowd was cheering for the two as they were pushed into the closet.
"Start the timer!" Stiles said, "Have fun you two!"
The door closed and the two were now alone in the dark closet. A chair was set up to lock the two in.
"This isn't the way I wanted to talk to you later," Scott laughed.
"To be honest with you, Boof and I switched."
"Who'd you get?"
"I understand why you changed now."
"Boof also told me you had a crush on me," she played.
November couldn't see Scott turn bright red. She put a hand on his chest and kissed his cheek. Her eyes were closed when she pulled away. Scott cupped the side of her face and kissed her properly on the lips. She wasn't surprised, nor did she pull away. She put her arms around his neck and began to play with his hair as they kissed.
November ran her fingers down to his back and pulled his shirt out from his pants and began to rub his back, moving his shirt upwards and hopefully off. Scott on the other hand was playing with the straps of her tank top. He began to pull them down her arm.
A few minutes into it, Scott pulled away. November was a little concerned.
"Something wrong, Scott?"
"I don't want to take advantage of you," he said.
"Scott, you're not. I'm the one that's trying to take your shirt off," she laughed.
"Will you go out with me after this?" Scott asked taking off his shirt.
"Sure," she said with a smile, "Whenever's good for you."
"Great," he said kissing her again.
Scott didn't take notice to his nails grow. He went to lightly scratch her on the back, but turned to pain for November. She pulled away.
"Are you ok?" she asked, "I didn't know you're nails were that long."
"I am so sorry," Scott said, "Sometimes I don't know my own strength. Are you alright?"
"Fine," she said.
The closet door opened and soon all eyes were on November and Scott. Some girls whistled to Scott, who was still shirtless. November kindly picked up his shirt and they both stepped out, satisfied with their seven minutes.
The next two victims had gone in the closet already. Scott and November were out in the kitchen getting situated once more. Scott put his shirt back on and November was fixing her tank top straps again.
"Would you really go out with me?" Scott asked.
"Course," she smiled, jumping on the counter next to Scott, "I'd love to."
"Even after I scratched your back and hit you with a door?"
November laughed, "Yes, even after all of that. I think you're a really cute guy, Scott. I'd love to go out with you."
"Wanna get outta here and go for a walk or something?"
November looked out the window at the almost full moon. She looked back to Scott.
"I should be getting home soon. Sorry, maybe another time?"
"Tomorrow? Before eight though," Scott said, trying desperately to think of an excuse, "I have a family thing."
"Fine with me, I have a family thing too," she lied.
Scott helped November off the counter and handed her his basketball letterman jacket. She slid it on and kissed Scott on the cheek again. He can't find out what I really am, she thought, no matter how much of a sweetheart he is.