“Don’t ‘whatever, Squishy’ me. We both know I’m right,” she said with a cocky grin - something she’d definitely learned from him. She wasn’t naturally a smart ass like him, but he had definitely rubbed off on her after so much time spent together. “My name is Sierra, not Jan. You’re ridiculous. You can’t take your clothes off because we’re in public and that would get you in trouble. Also because I don’t want to see you naked.” That last part wasn’t completely true, but if she had any intention of keeping their friendship alive and well she knew had a part to play - meaning her crush on him couldn’t rear its ugly head ever again. “What don’t you believe in?” She asked him, clearly confused by his statement. Sierra was oblivious to a lot of things, but she knew that love was love no matter the gender. It was a hard pill to swallow to learn that maybe Jesse wasn’t as perfect as she thought him to be. She was still struggling to catch up when he suddenly turned around and waited for her. It wasn’t typical Jesse behavior, he usually enjoyed seeing her squirm. “What are you-” She was cut off when he jumped on her back, making her legs shake almost immediately from the weight that was suddenly put on them. “Jesse, I swear, if you don’t get down right now, we’re both going to fall,” she said through gritted teeth, her hands gripping at her thighs harshly in an attempt to hold onto him. Unfortunately, he was probably double her weight and her legs quickly gave out from under her, causing her to fall back against him. “Jesse,” she said with a groan, giving his chest a shove. “Now why would you think that was a good idea? I have no upper arm strength.”
“I think HELL WILL FREEZE OVER before I admit that you’re right,” he playfully smirked. If Jesse wasn’t described as an overly cocky male with a teenage mind stuck in a grown man’s body then he was described as an EXTREMELY STUBBORN individual who would swear down on something even if he was wrong - he’d go to his grave holding on to the fact that he believes he was right. “You’re name isn’t Squishy either, but here we are,” he then pointed out. “It’s also a MOVIE REFERENCE. Have you not been watching the list I gave you? Fuck sake,” he grumbled. “How the hell can I get away with all these obscure references if you have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about? Get with the game, Wade. Get with the game!” he poked her arm and made a face, as if her not recognising such things was such a pain in the ass for him. “Just forget it, not important,” the werewolf then shrugged. In all the time he had known Sierra, she had ALWAYS been a source of light, and even Jesse - the town’s asshole - knew that there was a line drawn when it came to introducing her to the darker side of his life. He had barely gotten through the fact that he was a monster with the taste for blood every single full moon, but to tell her about the darker more human side of him? It was tar her image of him permanently, and Jesse SELFISHLY wanted to avoid that at all costs. He had already ruined it once before, he couldn’t do it again. Thankfully, however, his little stunt of jumping on her back served as a PERFECT distraction to those thoughts that were constantly lingering in the back of his mind. “Maybe that’s the whole point, Squish!” he smirked through his laugh, tightening his grip on her so that she couldn’t shake him off, but then she had fallen backwards and he now had a very annoyed mermaid in his arms. “Sierra,” he chuckled. “In my defense... I have NO defense,” he made a face. “Shit, my bad. But hey! At least you get a hug out of it,” he then pointed out. To emphasise his words, he tightened his arms around her and rocked from side to side as if cradling a baby in an attempt to get it to sleep. “See? Not so bad.”