Notes:
4 pages written on the bus, yay me.
I'm super sleepy at the moment. And I got to edit this chapter and I don't wanna but I'm here for it anyway.
ENJOY!
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Next Day In The New Place...
"Hey, Peter where's the coffee?" I ask somewhere upstairs. I know he can hear me, the sloth. I can hear grumbling and footsteps. Peter walks down the steps a minute later carrying his laptop and ... the coffee.
"Uh, what was it doing upstairs?" I ask as he sets it on the table. He just glares and sits. We haven't exactly set anything up yet. I mean we arrived, uh let's see seven hours ago.
I slept most of the way so a quick nap and I was good. Peter, on the other hand, got 5 hours for two days. I offered to drive but he was stubborn. At this point, he's gonna end up driving me to school. Oh god, I didn't even think about that. I should've brought my jeep, screw the consequences.
"Make coffee." Peter all but shoves the coffee in my hands.
"You still didn't answer my question, why was it upstairs?" I said as I turned to make coffee.
"Well for some reason, someone thought that packing coffee with my things was a good idea."
I laughed, "Well it wasn't me, you must really like the coffee dude." I told him laughing. While the coffee was brewing I turned on my new laptop.
It was really cool. It came with a pen. And it swivels. So cool. Peter said it was stupid, but I think he secretly wants one too. He just won't admit it.
Anyway, I was setting up the final touches of my school stuff. If everything goes to plan I can start in two days max. Which, it's not like I'm excited because, eh school but my cousin goes to the one in town and also I need some friends besides Peter.
Don't get me wrong, love the guy but I'm getting kinda restless with just my laptop and the one person company. I'm a social butterfly and I haven't spread my wings in a while.
I closed the laptop and questioned Peter,
"You awake enough to drive me to my cousins? You don't have to stay or anything just drop me off. Maybe do some shopping for the place? And then pick me up later?"
Peter glares but nods anyway saying,
"I'll stay, I'm not a shopper for food, that is all you." He gets up moving to get a jacket and keys. I slipped on my sneakers and walked outside with him locking the door.
We get in the car and head for my cousins. I haven't really contacted him at all mind you. I hope they remember me. I think I came over once when I was like 3.
But honestly, I don't remember shit from then. I thought of contacting them ahead of time, but I thought the werewolf thing was a face to face conversation. And also I didn't really know how to start this.
Like 'hey I'm your cousin you probably never met tell what's it like being a werewolf?' That would go over fantastic. And the worst problem would be if he wasn't a werewolf at all or not yet and I just dropped the supernatural cluster fuck on him and then I think I run the fuck away in panic.
Yeah, that would be just great. I sigh out loud as Peter pulls up to the front steps of a giant ass house, more like estate, damn. Peter gets out first, I nervously follow up to the front door and hesitatingly knock.
We can both hear clutter of someone moving around fast and walking towards us.
(The actor who plays Carol Lockwood in my story looks similar to Lydia's mother however slight features are different so that they are clearly not the same person, for story reasons ofc)
Opening the door is an older woman with short cut reddish brown hair and a warm smile. She smiles opening the door looking at Peter with a predatory gleam in her eye. I almost burst out laughing at it but held it in.
"Hi are you by chance Carol Lockwood?" I ask the woman snapping her attention back to me. She answered still persistently smiling.
"Yes, who are you? I'm sorry I just don't remember seeing you guys around before." She said all the while looking at Peter. This is great teasing material for later. Peter was just smirking and letting her look, the prideful bastard.
Of course, he'd like it.
I cough not to subtlety and answer,
"Ah well, we just moved here. Actually, my name is Stiles Stilinski, I recognized your name when I moved here. It was my mother's maiden name. And I was wondering if Richard Lockwood was related to you in any way seeing as he is my uncle."
Me and Peter already knew he was dead, hell I think we knew more about this town than the current police force but no one needed to know that. Especially not the lady in front of us, who looked dumbfounded.
"Oh you must be Cladia's son, I remember you and your mother came over one summer. You must've been around four, no maybe three? Oh but it's definitely you, your eyes still are the same honey color as when you were a kid. And you're dimples... well, this is a surprise!" She said happily.
"It's so good to see you again, did you say you moved here, oh where I wonder if it's close by. You should have dinner with me and Tyler tonight. Oh, I bet he doesn't remember you too well he must've been three as well at the time." She said fretting around the front of the entrance grabbing some stuff off nearby furniture.
Mainly a pen and paper, she hands it over to me, but hell if I know the address, so I hand it to Peter who jots the address down and hands it back to my eccentric aunt.
She smiles but pauses,
"Oh, are you the father that never visited?" She asks slightly discouraged. I giggle,
"No Peter's my friend. We went on a road trip but I needed to get to a stable school so we decided to stop here. But this was a weird nice coincidence." I smiled, she returned it somewhat less but she smiled brightly after a moment.
"Well how about this, you want to come over for dinner tonight and there or you can meet Tyler and we could all have a family chat. But I'll let you get on with your day because you seem like you had somewhere to go before this. So we can catch up later and honestly so you can give me time to prepare tonight because this is kinda last minute and I want to be perfect since you are part of the family. Now just make sure you show up here at 8 and well have a good talk. I don't want to seem like I'm rushing you out but I have a meeting in about 20 minutes for some founders business in the town. Sorry." She said as she kept looking at her watch.
"Oh don't worry about it we're the ones who showed up without notice. Will be here for dinner sorry to interrupt your work." Oh my God, I have never been so formal in my life.
And I was talking with family on top of it, what a weird day. She smiled and said no worries as she jumped in her car driving away seconds later, waving as she went, with a happy face.
"Well, that went well," I said staring at where the car disappeared into the distance.
"We got a dinner date, well more like just a date for you but ..." I left off giggling at what happened earlier.
Peter was just smirking and it ruined the joke a bit.
We headed out into town after to pick up some essentials for a house that we didn't pack and more coffee honestly Peter aside I drink a crap ton too. Together we buy out small town grocery stores, literally.
We also bought some appliances that were necessary for people who aren't really thrilled about cooking. Like a microwave and toaster. The place had but, unfortunately to our demise, yesterday we experienced how broken they were. In memory of my forever frozen hot pocket. That is probably still sitting in the microwave after not being eaten out of anger.
Anyway, we spend the next 3 hours shopping on long lines and at scarcely small stores. Buying everything we need for at least a week. Also thank werewolf-itude for making it possible to carry everything in the house, in one trip.
We put everything away pretty fast because we are figuring out the right spots to put them. But by eight o'clock everything is in order and were well dressed and headed to my aunt's house for dinner and information.
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Notes:
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There are a few notes mid-story, but no biggie.