IT was late at around 12 when Scott and Stiles were cruising down the street after a Star Wars marathon at Lydia's.
" Ok, if I had known that you kept making Star Wars references I would've laughed!"
Scott defended himself.
"But that's the thing! You didn't see them till today and that was because Kira said she loves them."
"No! I just wanted to watch them because- the new movie is coming out?"
As they stopped at a deserted intersection for a red light, Stiles turned to him with his eyebrows raised.
"Yeah okaay, we've been lying for three years and you still haven't gotten any better."
Scott grinned and comfortable silence fell over them. They hadn't said anything because they didn't want to jinx it, but for the past six months they didn't have to deal with any Kanimas, Nogitsunes, or whatever the hell Beacon Hills had to throw at them. The only thing they've had to worry about was being normal. They had the chance to catch up on their work and actually participate in lacrosse.
A few minutes had passed since they stopped at the lights. Stiles drummed on the steering wheel as Scott bounced his foot.
Stiles was getting more skittish before bursting out," How long is this red light?!"
The lights seem to have heard Stiles as they flashed green. Stiles dropped his foot on the pedal and zoomed off. They hadn't made it very far when a figure stepped out in front of Roscoe. He slammed on the brakes and stopped right in front of them as lights blinded the person. Due to the curly brown hair, the pair realized they nearly ran over a girl, but her hands covered her face. She lowered her hands and both of the boys lost their breath while their eyes bulged out of their sockets.
Scoot could hear his and Stiles' hearts pounding while he managed to whisper out,
"Allison?"