Silver Rose is an alternate universe role playing site which follows Teen Wolf TV series. It is canon till 3rd season and AU from the fourth. What happens when Scott and his pack face a threat which comes in an unexpected way. Will he discover the deadpool and stop it, or will he loose his pack before it is too late. For further expansion of the plot details please look into the Site Plot.
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Morgan was being foolish and he knew it. He was annoyed, tired and lonely. This was no way to spend a Friday afternoon, but he had been kept back talking to a bullied student. He didn't blame the Freshman, but the man had forgotten to take lunch with him and had rushed out of the house before he had breakfast. Now, on his mind weighed a victimised boy, hunger pains and a new friendship. It was only five o'clock, btu for some reason the front doors had been locked. Morgan had just finished marveling at that irritating fact as he tried to find another exit.
His eyes lit up as he saw two doors and he picked up his pace. Soon, two wooden doors stood in front of him and with a mighty heave, he opened them. He blinked in surprise as he saw his handso- the handsome Lacrosse coach sitting on a bench a few meters away. He furrowed his brow, then his eyes widened in realisation. Cameron must have still been there because of the Lacrosse practice. As Morgan approached the blonde man, he inwardly wondered how long Cameron usually stayed back.
His footsteps were quiet, and his head was held high. He crouched next to the quietly concentrating man, and in a soft voice he greeted him, "Hey @shy.What'ya doing?"
Cameron's loud voice boomed at the boys in the Lacrosse team to keep going, keep running. Practice was pretty much over, the guys finishing a set of gruelling laps. He had kept up with them for most of it, but dropped out after a little while to cheer them on and save energy.
The guys finished and jogged over to stand huddled around their coach. He gave them a short pep talk and then shooed them away, advising showers, good food and drink and lots of sleep. Every game was important. The team wandered off and Cam sat himself on a bench to write out tactics and positions. He was very dedicated to his sport and was totally engrossed in scribbling. So concentrated, it seemed, that he didn't notice Morgan sneaking up behind him.
He jumped and spun around, grabbing the other man by the shoulders defensively. When he realised who it was, he sighed as if he was exasperated. As it was, he was actually really pleased to see the Guidance Officer. "Morgan Emrys I should have known! Shouldn't you be at home now?" He asked before he answered Morgan's question. "I'm just writing up tactics and whatever."
Morgan shrugged and gave the man a wry smile, trying not to blush at how close they were, "I should be, but a student wanted to talk to be after class...which turned into an hour session. I went to leave but the front door was locked for some reason." The man's face was full of exasperation, the situation seeming to have gotten to him.
He glanced over at his co-worker, digging into his pockets to find his keys. He frowned as he felt no rough car key under his hands, then tried his back pockets. A dismayed expression fell across his face, "I forgot my car keys as well. fudge." He swore softly, and then lifted his left had to run through his already wild hair. "I just want to go home and eat. I didn't get any time to do that today, and I'm starving." his blue eyes were very dismayed, and his mood took to another low.
Cameron laughed at Morgan's misfortune, shaking his head. "If my job was to talk to people about their problems all day I would be on the streets. Giving advice is not my area of expertise." He ran a hand through his hair quickly, hyperaware of how close they were and how sweaty he was from his run with the team.
He smiled at Morgan as he shuffled and muttered about his keys, and checked his own pockets to make sure his car keys were where he'd left them. Happy his hadn't disappeared, he turned back to Morgan. "I was just going to make ramen noodles at home and sleep, but.. Do you, um, want to.. Go grab something to eat?" Cam asked. Maybe it was okay to have an actual friend in this town, rather than many acquaintances.
Morgan's mouth gapped open as the sweaty, handsome man offered to feed him. His expression flickered from grateful to elated to apologetic, "I wouldn't want to take away from your time alone at home, but I wouldn't mind going out for dinner." His eyes were serious as he told the man, "I'll pay you back tomorrow..." Morgan's pink lips curled up into a smirk, "Unless you want it to be a date."
He chuckled at his own joke, and glanced down at his pockets, completely missing Cameron's expression. He patted his pockets down again, and huffed. "Yup, definitely don't have my wallet either." His shoulder slumped, and then he shot a grin at Cameron, "Do you want to take a shower first? If you do, it's totally fine."
Cameron was still thinking about how close they were, and he couldn't stop. He didn't know why, this was a friend distance. Then again, when did he know what a friend distance was in the first place. They were physically, close. And it was freakimg him out more than it should have. He didn't dare move, almost, didn't want to move. Morgan was talking, accepting his offer and.. Date?!
Cam's eyes widened as he stared at cheekbones man. After a few seconds he finally came to his senses. "I, uh, what? I'm not. Are you? I don't want it to be a- Do you want it to be a.. I would-" he decided to shut up and rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed.
Was Morgan gay? Not that it mattered. Cameron wasn't gay. Was he? Did it matter if he was? Would Morgan want to go on a date with him? His brow furrowed in thought, Cam focused on the grass intently. And Morgan's conveniently placed thigh.