why liam had agreed to mason’s request to go on quick outing for ice cream when he has train- ing with scott in half an hour and had an entire english essay due tomorrow the werewolf isn’t entirely sure. but what he does know is that his friend is chatting up some sophomore while eating his ice cream cone, leaving the blond to stand a bit awkwardly by himself, vanilla-cho- colate twist in hand.
that’s when he smells it drifting over the scent of fudge and mint chocolate chip --some sour combination of anxiety and pain and so many other things that get muddled up. and when a curious glance reveals the source to be a frail looking girl, he almost considers walking over and making conversation. but that’s scott’s job --always the hero-- not his.
but maybe he’s a little curious.
(( thoughtfiiilled || x ))
