Alright, so dummy here lost all the passwords meaning I get a reboot, so after being away for forever I've decided that I'm going to be republishing my stories here along with rewriting my failed, read all over the place, Vampire Diaries story on this account too. So to anyone that was following my old story it'll now be featured and continued here. To all those new readers welcome and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor will I ever own it. Enjoy.
I was balancing multiple bags of chips, a three liter bottle and a plate of cold pizza trying to avoid Sheriff Stilinski. "Annabelle?" I heard from behind me, I froze momentarily. I turned to face him slowly, a bag of chips hanging from my mouth. "I didn't even hear you come in." He said eying the mountain of food in my arms.
I gave him a small smile, still managing to keep the chips hanging. "Isn't that a bit much for you? I mean you're tiny." He remarked not tearing his eyes away from the abundance of food. "Yeah, well, I'm on my period." I mumbled while still gripping the plastic bag. "Oh, well, okay. Carry on then." He said diverting his eyes quickly, the same way Stiles did when things got to feminine.
I slipped passed him and climbed up the stairs. The phone rang and the sheriff answered "Sheriff Stilinski speaking." I mentally high fived my self and ran into Stiles' room throwing my snacks on the bed and spitting the bag on the floor. "Phone, pick it up now." I said as he rushed to pick up the land line.
I put my ear on the other side, I pulled away after hearing 'dead body' I plopped myself on the bed and promptly opened my bag of chips, I ate a handful savoring the delicious cheesy high-carb snack.
Stiles set the phone done and turned to face me. "Alright, so we've got a body." he said I raised my eyebrows and washed down the dry cheesy mush with the coke. "So I heard." I said reminding him that I'd also been listening. "Right, but what you didn't hear was the fact that..." I drowned him out hearing thumps coming up the stairs.
"Stiles shut up." I ordered, he ignored me and continued droning on and on about the body in the woods. Papa Stiles' steps were getting closer and closer, and Stiles wouldn't shut up. I got up and shoved Stiles against the chair falling on him and sending us both flying across the room in the rolling chair.
"Stiles I-oh." Pops said walking in and diverting his eyes, again. "Hey Pops." I said then looked down to notice my position; my legs were spread on either side of his lap, he'd put his hands on my waist to keep me from falling. To anyone who hadn't just seen what I did it looked like Stiles and I were about to get it on. "Hormones." I said turning the tide to work in my favor, I jumped off of his lap and took my seat back on the bed.
"I got a call from the station, I'll be home late." He informed not yet getting the courage to make eye contact. "What was the call about?" I asked batting my eyelashes when he finally made eye contact. "You know I can't talk about that." He said shaking his head disapprovingly, as if I were a child who should know better, which technically I was.
"I know," I said sighing out in defeat. "just hoping one day you'll give in." I said as he started walking out, he paused and turned back to face us. "I don't have to worry about you two getting pregnant, do I?" He asked eying both of us. "What dad me and Belle? No, no way, not a chance in hell!" Stiles said looking rather flustered, I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. "Good. Belle, do your parents know you're sleeping over?" The Sheriff asked turning his attention to me. "Pops, my parents figured out this is my home after I ran away with Stiles when we were five. Trust, me they I know I'm staying." I said he nodded and left shutting the door behind him.
"What the hell was that?" Stiles shouted. "I tried telling you to shut up, but did you listen? No, Stiles has to run his mouth on and on about the body. Did you even consider what would happen if he found out we were listening in on his calls, again?" I asked hands on my hips, which wasn't very menacing considering I was sitting down making me several feet smaller. "Well no, but-" he started I cut him off knowing his stuttering would get him nowhere.
"Exactly, next time listen to me and I won't have to molest you." I said he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly trying to form some sort of sentence. "And what was up with the whole 'Not a chance in hell?' thing?" I asked picking myself up off the bed. "Well I- you see what I meant was- well you know- we're friends- it's not like I haven't considered the possibility- well look- you're very attractive- you're one of my best friends- what I'm trying to say is…" he droned on and on until finally I couldn't take it and burst out laughing. "And you're totally joking." He said huffing giving me a slight glare. "You're a horrible person you know that? I don't know why I put up with you." He said crossing his arms and spinning in the chair to turn away from me.
I walked up behind him and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Because I'm 'very attractive'." I said teasing slightly. "Do you want to know about the phone call or not?" He asked changing the subject as he wiped the kiss off his cheek. "Dead body big deal, they found it, I don't see the point in chasing after some killer. I'm not ready to die just yet, but help yourself if you want, run through the woods like a mad man chasing another mad man, probably one that'll kill you when you find him." I said throwing myself back on the bed.
"That's the best part," he paused for dramatic effect, I looked up at him. "They only found half." I raised an eyebrow. "I still don't feel the need to chase after half a body. How about this? I call my brother he'll buy us a couple of beers and we get wasted instead. Celebrate our last day of freedom." I offered. "Your brother's in New York for college." He said accusingly.
"Well, it was worth a shot." I said taking off my sweatpants. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! What are you doing?" Stiles asked wide eyed as I made my way to his closet. "You're pretty hell bent on hunting down half a body and I'm not doing that in sweatpants, besides your pants are much more comfortable." I said slipping into his pants. "Seriously Belle, why do you always take my clothes?" he asked "I'm starting to run out." "Oh quit your whining, you want to chase down some psycho, besides you can take my clothes whenever you want." I shot back slipping a sweatshirt over my tank top.
"Ha ha, very funny. Come on, let's go get Scott." He said, after sixteen years of knowing the boy he finally learned that you can't win an argument against me. I followed him out the door and into the jeep dialing Scott's number as I did so.
Alright so thanks for reading and I'll be posting the rest of the story soon.