Pack Mentality // s. stilinski

Three ✔️

Cadmus tugged on a dark dress shirt with a sigh. Allison was rummaging through her closet, looking for a pair of heels or a cardigan or something to go with the dress she had. He was sat on her bed, his phone blasting any and all music by MIKA, the happy go lucky sound to his music completely contradicting the mood in the room, which he supposed is what he was going for.

Allison turned around, holding up a pair of black buckle heels that were a few inches tall, and a pair of equally dark leggings. "What do you think?" she asked, holding the leggings up to her body, as she was already wearing her dress.

"I think you could look completely amazing while wearing a potato sack, so do whatever you want," Cadmus said, laying back on her bed as he folded his arms behind his head. "I don't get the point of dressing up for funerals."

"It's supposed to be respectful," Allison told him, already working on pulling on the leggings.

Cadmus turned his head to the side, looking at her. "Well at my funeral, I don't want everyone all sad and dressed up. I want you to make sure they don't dress up at all."

Allison frowned. "You make it sound like you'll be dying first," she said, worried.

"Of course I'm going to die first," Cadmus rolled his eyes. "I'm far more reckless than you."

The older Argent looked at her brother, slightly concerned, before turning back to her closet to scavenge for a pair of earrings. "You're more likely to have a heart attack," she said, gesturing to the empty pizza box near her brothers head. Then suddenly she stiffened, her fingers pausing in their search of her closet. "Can we please talk about something else?" she asked.

Cadmus sat up, glancing at his sister in worry. "Yeah, of course," he told her. "Um, so... Scott, huh?"

Allison giggled, looking to the floor. "Yeah, Scott."

"He seems sweet."

Allison rolled her eyes at her brother. "He is," she assured him. "Don't go trying to steal him from me. Do you know how embarrassing that would be?"

Cadmus shrugged. "For all you know, he would go with it."

"Oh god, I hope not." Both siblings laughed when Cadmus pretended to flip his hair, crossing his legs as he sat on the edge of Allison's bed. This is what he missed; the casual conversations, easy laughter, just bonding with pizza and a box of bread sticks. No secrets, no complicated double lives, no spying on your own family, no texting your second mother from Mexico about your family's complicated double lives. "So what about you?" Allison asked, turning to her brother, surprising him. "Did you... met anyone in Mexico?" Cadmus blushed, causing his sister to squeal. "You did!" she gushed, hurrying to sit next to him on the bed. "Tell me everything."

Cadmus raised an eyebrow, trying to act casual. "I didn't take you as someone who like gossip, Ally."

His sister cocked her head mischievously. "I take my turn every once in a while," she said. "Now, spill."

Cadmus bit his lip. "His name is Arthur. Uh... he was one of my first friends when I moved there. He was really nice and he was so patient when I didn't understand something, and he was just so fascinated by everything in life that it was kind of hard not to like him. And I thought it was one sided, but then around a month ago, he -uh, well, long story short we went swimming and at some point he kissed me. And I was so happy until the next day when he acted like nothing happened. I don't know... I mean, we were still friends, but-"

"It wasn't the same," Allison finished for him, taking notice of his fidgeting hands. "I'm sorry," she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder.