The Kitchen

Daveleigh rummaged through the refrigerator looking for something to eat. She was a rather picky eater and wanted something that was obviously not in the fridge. She stepped back and closed the door. The blonde walked to the cupboard. Opening the door she peered around and grabbed a can of frosting. She opened it up and then wondered to a drawer to get a spoon.

As Drew got home he went to his room to leave his things he then came to the kitchen rather quietly and watched his pack mate named Daveleigh, he a small smirk played on his lips as she got frosting, "Great choice" he chuckled as he walked in, he wore a black muscle tee with blue pants and a black leather jacket. "I mean that would totally be my choice" he laughed, "Mind sharing?" he cocked an eyebrow

She raised an eyebrow looking to Drew. "Yes I mind." she said cocking her head to the side, "but since you are apart of this pack and since I should make friends.. I guess I can share." she got another spoonful of frosting before tossing the cylinder of frosting to Drew.

He let out a small chuckle watching her as he leaned against the kitchen door, he smirked lightly as she threw him the cylinder and perfectly catched it, he was in baseball as a light field catcher so he knew his way around catching stuff. He finally went over to her side and brushed by her opening the drawer which contained spoon he took one out and took a spoonful out, "totally should not be eating this"

"Scared of getting fat?" she smirked turning to face him after he brushed up against her. She pulled her hair to the side and adjusted her leather jacket pulling it up over her shoulders instead of allowing it to slump down, showing her bare skin.

"Scared if getting fat?" he repeated then shook his head, "Not a chance I am in am on the base-ball team so I am pretty fit" he smirked as he leaned against the counter and took another spoonful, "I could go on a run and burn it off" he teased looking at her, "So what's your position?" he cocked an eye brow as he asked

"In the pack?" she asked tilting her head slightly. "A fighter." she said, "and you?" Daveleigh asked as she walked to a chair and flopped down onto the chair, tired of standing on her feet like she had been all day.

He leaned against the counter as she went to the chairs, nodding as he listened to her words he then spoke out, "Scout" he replied in a simple but calm tone, he then looked around and grabbed an apple quite hungry. "Do you play any sports?" he cocked an eye brow

"No, I use to play soccer. Gave that up when I went into high school." Daveleigh said, slouching back into the chair with her arms crossed around her the midsection of her torso. "and you?" she asked, turning her eyes back on him.

He nods "Ah I see" He said simply, "Well at the moment I play base-ball" he smiled slightly, "So..." he paused, "why did you stop playing soccer?" he tilted his head as he a waited for her response, mean while he took a bite of the apple

She thought about it for much longer than need be. "Why are you asking me all of these questions?" she asked rising to her feet. She made her way to the fridge, opening it she grabbed a handful of grapes before returning back to the chair she had been sitting on.

He laughed softly, "Just wanting to get to know my pack mate" he rolled his eyes playfully, "But if you don't want to talk to me that's fine" he shrugged, "want me to go?" he grinned foolishly

She grumbled to herself before replying to him, "Company is nice but stop asking so many question." she smiled softly but then hid it by tossing a grape into her mouth.

He rolled his eyes and shrugged, "fine then I won't..." he smiled, "then how am I suppose to get to know my pack mate?" he questioned and shuffled his stance

Daveleigh shrugged before popping another grape into her mouth. "Pay attention I guess." she said with a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm sure you'll find a way."

Zoey walked into the kitchen with her ombre brown hair that trailed down to blond in a high ponytail. She was wearing her combat leather boots and maroon jacket over a black tank top and her black jeans. She waved at Develeigh and waved at Dawson while grabbing a yogurt.

He nods slightly, "I'm sure I will" he nodded as he yawned his gae then shifting to the new comer, "Hey I am Drew" he said plainly and took another bite of his apple leaning back

Zoey smiled "Hi I'm Zoey but you can call me Zoella" she said and grabbed a spoon and started to eat the yogurt. When she finished it she went in the fridge and grabbed another digging into in happily.

He nodded, "Well it's nice to meet you Zoella" he smiled and looked at his feet, suddenly his phone vibrated as he took it out and started to text he then looked over at the two girls

Daveleigh looked to Zoey. "Hey." she said, feeling the need to tell the girl her name pack mate or not. She shifted slightly in her seat slinking down into a more comfortable position. She popped another grape into her mouth and smashed it against her teeth with the tongue. "What sound did the grape make when he was smashed." she asked the two beings in her presence.

Zoella laughed "he didn't cause he died" she guessed. She looked over "whats your name I forgot to ask excuse my horrible manners" she giggled.

She ignored Zoey's question on what her name is. "He let out a little wine". She giggled to herself before turning her attention to Zoey and Drew. "Get it?" she said unsure if to duo got the joke.

Zoella frowned in her head that she ignored her question, she chuckled "I get it" she said and finished her second yogurt and grabbed her 3rd one from the fridge. She sat and ate slower hoping to finish this one not as fast.

"Watch it, you may get fat." Daveleigh said as she stood up and walked out of the kitchen. Her arms crossed across her chest. She went into the livingroom and plopped down onto the couch.

Zoella rolled her eyes "yes I am going to get fat on yogurt" she said. She yawned and finished her 3rd one finally not hungry anymore.