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I was balancing multiple bags of chips, a three liter bottle and a plate of cold pizza, trying to avoid Sheriff Stilinski.
"Anabelle," i froze hearing the sheriffs voice. " I didn't even hear you come in." He said shifting his gaze to the mountain in my arms, well so much for sneaking.
I gave him a smile.
"Isn't that a bit much for just you, I mean you're tiny." He remarked.
"I'm on my period." I lied he looked away shyly, now I knew where stiles got it from.
"Right," he cleared his throat. "Well, carry on then." He said moving aside so I could climb the stairs.
I reached the top of the stairs when I heard the phone ring.
"Sheriff Stilinski." He answered, I mentally cheered and ran into Stiles' room.
"Quick pick up the phone." I said dumping all the junk food on his bed.
Stiles jumped but did as I said.
I tried to listen in but there were only two phones in the house so I sat on the bed eating my pizza.
Stiles hung up the phone and turned to me starting to explain. I chugged down coke from the bottle.
I heard footsteps coming up the steps.
"Stiles shut up." I said he ignored me and continued explaining the dead body.
I got up shoving Stiles further into the chair, falling on him and sending us, in the chair, crashing into the desk.
"Stiles I- oh." The sheriff said when he walked in on me sitting on Stiles' lap.
"Hey Pops." I looked down, the position I landed in was not exactly innocent; my legs were on either side of his lap, straddling him and he'd put his hands on my waist to catch me from falling when the chair hit the desk.
"Hormones." I said jumping off of Stiles' lap.
"I got a call from the station, I'm gonna be home late." He informed us.
"What was the call about?" I asked batting my eyelashes.
"You know I can't talk about that." He said.
"Yeah, I know, just hoping you'd give in." I said he turned to walk away but looked back to us.
"I don't have to worry about you getting her pregnant, do I?" He asked clearing his throat.
"What, dad me and Belle? No way not a chance in hell!" Stiles said I raised my eyebrows.
"Do your parents know you're staying over?" He asked turning his attention to me.
"Pops, my parents learned that I practically live here when I tried to run away when I was five. Trust me, they know I'm here." I said he nodded and left.
"What the hell was that?!" Stiles shouted.
"I tried telling you to shut up but did you listen, no, Stiles had to keep going running his mouth. Did you want him to know that we heard his phone call?" I asked him from my spot on the floor.
"Well, no, but-"
"Exactly, next time listen to me and I won't have to molest you." I said standing up. "So what the hell was the whole 'not a chance in hell' thing about?" I asked.
"Well I- it's just that- well you know- we're friends- and it's not like I haven't thought about you in that way- well what I mean is that you're very attractive- you're one of my best friends- what I'm trying to say is-" he was rambling jumping from thought to thought and I burst out laughing.
"And you were totally joking." He said huffing.
"You're a horrible person you know that I don't know why I put up with you." He said turning around in his chair.
"Because I'm 'very attractive'." I said teasing him spinning the chair to face him, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Do you want to know what the phone call was about or not?" He asked changing the subject.
"Dead body big deal, they already found it, what's the point of chasing after a killer, I'm not ready to die just yet." I said throwing myself on the bed.
"That's the best part," he paused, I looked up at him. "They only found half." I looked up at him, I really didn't feel like chasing after half a body right now.
"How about this, I call my brother, he gets us some beers and we get wasted instead." 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! What are you doing?" Stiles asked as I went to his closet.
"If you're so keen on looking for the other half I'm not going in sweatpants, besides, your jeans are comfortable." I said slipping into his pants.
"Seriously Belle, why do you always take my clothes, I'm starting to run out." He said
"Well, feel free to take my clothes whenever you want." I shot back slipping my sweatshirt over my tank top.
"Ha ha, very funny. Come on, lets go get Scott." He said after sixteen years of knowing the boy he'd finally realized 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.
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