Scott woke up the next morning, an inevitable smile stretching across his features as he took in the sight before him. Allison was laying there, her hair falling in loose ringlets still, as if she'd never, well, had sex with him. Scott could tell she was about to wake up, so he pressed a small kiss to her forehead.

"Morning." he mumbled against her, and she moved to capture his lips. They stayed like that for a while, in a long, slow kiss, both of them feeling utterly content. When they finally broke apart, they had matching smiles.

"Good morning." Allison giggled, and she actually meant it. The sun shone brightly through the window and she could hear birds chirping, almost as if they were agreeing with her.

"This might be a little obvious, but how would you like to be my girlfriend again?"

His answer was a searing kiss from her, and man, the second time was even better than the first.

Stiles sighed and tossed his phone onto his bed, running his hands through his hair. He needed some serious help, here. He wanted to ask Erica to be his girlfriend, officially, and Scott was the only person -besides Lydia, and she wont pick up either- who could help. The guy was a frigging teddy bear. He had to have some romantic experience. If he could, Scott would give the whole damn world a hug. Stiles could picture it now.

"Line up, everybody," Scott would say, then he would proceed to give people hugs, maybe two at a time.

Stiles snickered. Sometimes he really cracked himself up. Wait, no, he thought. He had to stay mad at Scott, otherwise he wouldn't take Stiles seriously. Cue angry thoughts, Stiles thought to himself.

Allison thought about the dictionary's version of 'bliss'. What was it- oh yeah, supreme happiness; utter joy or contentment. Well, it was safe to say Allison should be the new picture under 'blissful' in the dictionary. Finally, after what felt like forever, she had reunited with Scott. In more ways than one, she thought, smirking to herself. She stopped, however, when she heard the unmistakable sound of a door slamming downstairs.

Oh, damn.

Okay, dudes, I know it was really short, dont be pissed at me! My lovely computer did a crash dump and down went all of my documents.

If you sneezed during this chapter, bless you.