Chapter One: The Fantastic Five and the Pursuit of Happiness
Scott pulled into the parking lot of the school in his motorbike. He took of his helmet with a confident flip of his hair, and unconsciously looked around to see if anyone witnessed him being cool. Scott stepped off of his bike and Stiles, for some reason seeming much less cheery than usual, was instantly at his side, like magic. Scott addressed Stiles,
"They're planning something." He would have thought Stiles would have noticed, Stiles was the one who noticed everything. He was practically a detective in training.
Stiles looked confused, but before he could say anything, Isaac appeared on the other side of Scott. Isaac looked perfectly casual with his curly hair, and wide smile, and flawless height.
"Who's planning something?" Isaac interrupted.
Stiles raised an eyebrow at Isaac as a thought occurred to him.
"Wait, Isaac, how do you even get to school?"
Isaac shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't like cars."
Stiles scratched his cheek, "That doesn't answer my question!"
"Our parents. Our parents are planning something." Scott informed them, ignoring their antics.
Just then Lydia and Allison stopped in front of them, Lydia's heels clacking on the pavement, and Allison's mini skirt swishing. That made their random circle in the middle of the parking lot a circle of five.
"What about our parents?" asked Allison.
Stiles threw his hands down in exaggerated exasperation. "Doesn't anyone listen!"
"I think our parents are planning something." Scott repeated patiently.
Lydia folded her arms and cocked her strawberry blonde covered head.
"Well not my parents." She said. Whoever was planning something one thing was for certain, Lydia's mom definitely did not know about it. Mrs. Martin was oblivious and that was exactly how Lydia wanted it to stay. Isaac cocked his head to match Lydia's.
"Well most certainly not my parents." He said, not devoid of self pity.
Stiles rolled his eyes, they definitely were still milking that.
"No, our parents." Scott repeated, gesturing to Allison, Stiles, and himself.
"Yeah, I noticed that too." Allison quickly offered, "What do you think it it?"
"Well I heard my mom on the phone with Stiles dad. The word 'fun' was brought up quite a lot." Scott provided.
Isaac brought his hand to his chest in mock terror. "Oh no, fun!" He yelled. This got him a couple of stares from some people, who were wondering exactly what this unlikely cluster of kids were doing standing in a circle in the middle of the parking lot.
"Well I, for one, do not think our parents are at the top of the list of things to worry about." Allison, ever the sensible one, reminded them.
Stiles bit his lip, and in his mind agreed wholeheartedly.
Just then the bell rang, surprising them all, but surprising the werewolves a tiny bit more. To hell with high pitched shrill noises.
"We'll talk about this later." The alpha concluded. The five of them broke apart their spontaneous circle, and headed to class.
Isaac was sprawled out dangerously close to the edge of his borrowed bed, fast asleep. While being a werewolf was quite an advantage for staying up late, running through the woods, and fighting certain evils, it sure was taking a toll on the normal teenage part of him. His blonde hair was ruffled against his pillows, and his feet almost reached the end of the bed. The bed was quite ordinary, white pillowcases and sheets, as was the room. It lacked any personalization, only some clothes on the floor, and a backpack thrown in the corner.
Meanwhile, Scott was sitting at his desk one room over pondering the mystery of the things who appeared with the shadows. He leaned back and pondered their problem, a pen absentmindedly twirling a pen between his fingers
Melissa McCall walked up the stairs in her home. She stood at the top and faced a hallway of closed doors. Oh teenagers, always with the privacy. Melissa had something on her mind and she wasn't going to let it go unknown. Now, Melissa knew a soft calling would grab the attention of these supernatural ears, but she wanted to make herself heard.
"BOYS!" She called loudly and with much intention.
Melissa laughed, a nice twinkling sound, as she heard a loud thump from behind the closed door nearest her, as Isaac was startled awake and fell off of the bed.
Scott opened his door first, and he, along with Melissa, stared attentively at the other closed door, waiting for it to open. Isaac opened his door in a hurry, his hair a mess and his eyes trying to blink themselves awake, then crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame in an attempt to look casual. Melissa laughed again.
"Yeah?" Isaac asked, while he was mastering the casual look, he was betrayed by the flustered tone of his voice.
Melissa rubbed her hands together.
"Okay boys, get in the car, we're going out. Maybe have some fun!" She demanded.
As she said that she caught a look sent from Isaac to Scott, a questioning look. A 'what should I do?' look. A look that reminded Melissa of the werewolf hierarchy and the power that her son might or might not have. It's not like they actually told her anything, so she was left grasping at straws and stray glances.
"We know you've been planning something." Scott spoke up. Isaac, clearly not the designated speaker, nodded his agreement. Melissa didn't bother to ask who "we" included. She knew how Scott's dysfunctional 'pack', the fantastic five, worked. Things got "seen" (by Stiles and Allison, who definitely took advantage of their father's positions of power), "overheard" (when Isaac and Scott used their werewolf powers even when they promised not to), and even occasionally psychically figured out (even Lydia was asking the question "Is Banshee even a thing?"). After, everything was talked about and speculated to death.
"Yep, you'll see, get in the car." She demanded once more.
This time Isaac did speak up, his spine straightening and his eyes becoming more alert.
"Um, I'm not actually a big fan of cars."
Even though Isaac said it with the utmost practiced casualty, Melissa wa a mother, and she caught the change in posture and the note of panic in his voice. While Melissa had nothing but sympathy for this boy, and she knew he had a deep set fear of small spaces, she had to work with what she had.
"C'mon, you can ride with the windows open." She decided.
She turned on her heel and marched down the stairs and out the door. Soon Scott, then Isaac with a groan towards Melissa's pursuit of happiness, followed.
When you have a secret that you're desperate to keep, it tends to occupy every space and crevice in your mind. All of those little everyday thoughts stand no chance against its towering doom and gloom, and are often forgotten. Stiles learned this the hard way when he was bent over his homework in the police station wondering "When the heck did we learn this?" As Sheriff Stilinski entered his office he took in his son sitting at his desk, hunched over a notebook, and running his fingers distractedly through his hair. He definitely wasn't his not-a-care-in-the-world, sarcastic self. But that just made the Sheriff's mission more urgent.
"Hey Stiles, what do you say about gettin' out of here, goin' to have a little fun?"
Stiles' head perked up at the word 'fun'. Scott's almost forgotten speculation from this morning flooded back into his head.
"You're planning something." Stiles whispered. It was just supposed to be a thought, and echoe of Scott's words, but his mouth moved automatically.
"What?" His dad replied, surprised by the abrupt remark.
Stiles waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Ya know, I have a lot of homework, I think I'm just gonna stay in tonight." He replied, hoping he didn't sound as pathetic as he thought he did. The Sheriff crossed behind his desk and bent over next to his son, locking his gun and badge in his desk drawer.
"It wasn't a question." He said, straightening up. "The only question is whose car are we taking. Mine or yours?"
"So, what's up with you and Isaac?" Lydia Martin asked, sitting cross legged in the middle of Allison Argent's bed. Allison paused from admiring her outfit in the full length mirror and turned to face the strawberry blonde.
"Um, nothing. We're just friends." She turned back to the mirror.
Lydia nodded, "Okay, so you're dressed like that to see 'just a friend'?"
Allison gave her mini skirt and glittery top one last look.
"Well what about you?" Allison fired back, gesturing to Lydia's own ensemble. "Who are you dressing to impress?"
Lydia wasn't phased, "Oh please honey, I dress to impress every day."
Allison went to grab her purse in the corner of the room just as her dad knocked on the already open door.
"Girls, we're gonna go have some fun, grab your purses." He announced, his voice maybe lacking a certain amount of sincerity.
Lydia bounced off of Allison's bed and passed Mr. Argent.
"Yeah Mr. Argent, we know." She said with a wink. Allison, hot on Lydia's heels, rolled her eyes at her dad.
"Yeah dad, you kept it so secret, I'm surprised the whole town doesn't already know."
"We'll be in the car!" Lydia chimed.
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