Ally Dawson was on a plane next to her boyfriend, Austin, their best friends behind them. They were going to Beacon Hills, California to school because their school was being renovated. Nobody knew how long it would take, so it was a probability that the foursome would be graduating high school from their new one.

Trish was reading magazines beside Dez, who was slurping from his soda and watching the Billie & Bobbie show-reruns anyway-on the television provided on the back of Ally's seat. Trish looked up from her magazine to glare at Dez.

"Can you stop slurping? I can't decide who wore this dress better."

"That one."

He had pointed at a picture of someone not even wearing the outfit in question.

"Just stop making noises and watch your show." She shook her head, seeing Ally writing in her book. "Working on a new hit song?"

"Being on the plane has given me inspiration, but I don't know about a hit. I just want to focus on our new school and settling into our new homes, not working."

Austin smiled, looking out the window. "Well, your chance is coming up, we're here."

"Mom, why do I have to give up my room for a transfer kid? Can't they sleep in the guest room?" Scott McCall tried to reason with his dark-haired mother, but she was standing firm.

"Scott, I didn't say you had to give up your room permanently, just until I can fix up the guest room." She was cleaning the house right now. "We hardly have people over, except Stiles, and he sleeps in your room."

He groaned. "Why didn't you do it earlier? You had to have known they were coming today." She gave him a look. "Well I've been busy at the hospital so it slipped my mind."

She'd just gotten home from a thirty-hour shift, and it was currently 3pm. "I'm sure I told you sometime in these past few days about our new guest; if you'd done it you wouldn't be sleeping on the couch."

Scott scoffed. "I've been busy too, you know." Melissa looked curious. There hadn't been any supernatural enemies lately, so what was he talking about? "With Kira?"

He stammered, "That's still busy. Busy with my girlfriend." She held up a hand, making a face, "Okay, that's enough information."

The doorbell rang, and she checked her watch. "That should be them now."

Her son rolled his eyes and went to the door, not anticipating the arrival of their guest. "I'm coming," he called. Scott swung open the door and was surprised by who he saw.

"I brought Mexican!"