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Empty Picture Frames - Real Friends
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Welcome to Omission in the Tried & True Series!
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So here's chapter 2 and I'm happy to finally let you have it because it's been driving me insane.
Empty Picture Frames
All I see is the past two years before I hit the ground
Time is moving slower on the way down (on the way down)
Save your time spent wondering what's going through my mind
Let me go before you see me following behind
I'll save you from myself
Just let me go
The home inside my head has a bed for me
That no one will ever get the chance to see
A kitchen table with one chair
Walls with empty picture frames
She scuffed her converse against the tile floor as she walked back and forth. Her eyes focused on the beat up, dirty, discolored chucks that at one point use to be a vibrant white and black, now dull and almost grey. It held her concentration for the time being. She never understood people that pace back and forth. So instead she was circling the luggage carousal in the airport, her eyes meeting the plane itineraries as she passed just to go back to looking at her shoes. She had to be getting on people's nerves, there was no doubt about that.
Cassidy would admit that she didn't sleep the night before and that she was currently jazzed up on an extra larger, extra caffeinated coffee from the Starbucks, but she wouldn't admit that she was impatient. Actually, she didn't have to admit it, everyone could just look at her and figure it out. She had been watching the flight from Paris to New York to Denver and now finally landing here where Isaac would be home.
Isaac Lahey was coming home.
For some reason, her family thought it was a good idea to let her go pickup said boy by herself. So no one was there to calm her nerves. When the screen in front of her turned to 'LANDED' her heart suddenly jumped to her throat. She was so excited. Cassidy stood at the escalator that would bring him insight; her fingers playing together. She moved to her wrist as if she was expecting to feel a bracelet to hang there, bringing some type of surprise to her. She looked down confused, almost as if she thought she put one on this morning but couldn't remember which one or why. In its place was deep a scratch running almost along the same line as her scars from the handcuffs from Travis so long ago now.
"I was expecting more of a squeal and you running through the crowd."
Cassidy's head snapped up at the voice looming over her, a sigh of relief rolling off her tongue. She jumped towards his height, wrapping her arms around his neck. Isaac wrapped one arm around her waist, the other resting in her hair. He was home. He was back with his anchor.
"I've missed you, kid." He breathed in her natural scent.
"You're one to talk." She squeezed him one last time before slowly departing from him. Every time she gets to see him in the past year it was like he was getting older and older. Growing into himself now at 18. "You ready?" She looked at the two bags he used as carry-ons resting at his feet.
"Yeah," Isaac picked up the bag, watching as she grabbed the smaller of the two, "did the rest of my stuff get in?"
"Mhmm." She nodded, guiding him out of the airport to where she had parked the car. "It's all in the shed behind the house…you know, your new room." She looked back at him to give him a tight smile, nearly running into someone as she wasn't paying attention.
Isaac rolled his eyes at her supposed joke, but gave her the same smile back as he watched her stumble over her feet. "Karma."
"I have a lot of it." The two finally exited into the California warmth, the sun now almost completely hidden from their sights as it was nearing 8pm. The best friends fell silent as they took the trail through the cars to find Cassidy's, just enjoying the feeling of being near one another again. The last time was the past summer when he came home to save her from Travis.
"I'm surprised it wasn't a whole Snyder caravan with you." He said as they stopped to throw his bags in the trunk of her car.
"They didn't want to keep Kara out late…and Andy and I might be fighting." She mumbled, dropping into the driver's seat with Isaac doing the same in the passenger seat.
"Andy and Cassidy Snyder fight! What? Never!" He faked a gasp at the revelation, buckling his seat belt. "What did he steal from your room now?"
Cassidy steered the car out of the parking lot to get onto the main road. "Travis' journal. And then he started to ask questions about the supernatural, and I'm just not ready to let him get involved yet."
He tried to glance over Travis' name as quick as possible, but an anger would forever sit with him over the deceased boy. Cassidy had explained to him everything that had happen with Travis and how things ended between the two of them, but her sitting there that night in the chair bleeding to death would never leave his mind. "He needs to start learning."
"He'll learn soon enough."
"Soon enough won't help when you head to college he is officially in Beacon Hills High School."
"Yeah, I got it." She was suddenly hit by déjà vu at his words, like she had just had this conversation would couldn't place where or with who. "Enough about that. You finally going to tell me why you are actually moving back."
"I told you, I'm sick of France." He situated himself in the seat, not looking at her.
She glanced back and forth from him to the road, feeling the uneasiness. "I don't believe you."
"Fine, I missed your dumb face." Isaac rolled his neck to give her a stupid smile, but she still didn't believe him. But took it anyways.
"Who wouldn't?" She gave him a smile right back, but again déjà vu running through her mind. "So what are you going to do? Go back to school?"
"Nope. I got my GED."
"Seriously? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Surprise!" He shrugged, giving her a laugh. "I seriously thought I told you. I started to work on that when I first moved. I just wanted to start working."
"Alright, so what are you going to do?"
"I already got a job."
"Really!" She got so excited for him, making the car swerve across the road. "Where at?"
"The Sheriff Station actually."
"What? How? When? Doing what?" The questions came rattling off her tongue.
"Calm down, Dr. Seuss. Stilinski sent me an email asking if I wanted to be their dispatcher. And I said yes. It's going to help them separate supernatural calls from regular crimes and I get paid. So, all and all, it's good."
"That's great! But how did he know you were coming back?"
"I thought you told him." Isaac explained his thought processes.
She shook her head. "I didn't tell him."
He ran his fingers through his curly locks, not understanding how the Sheriff would have known. "Maybe Scott said something?"
"Maybe." She whispered.
But something definitely didn't feel right. There was a weird air the surrounded the two of them in their silence and it held confusion. Something really wasn't right.
Cassidy woke up in a sweat. She slammed her hand down on her alarm and just laid there taking deep breaths. Her eyes stared at the white ceiling above, the nightmare she was just in plague her mind. There was a person with no face following her around. Whether she was a in a crowd or by herself, they were just there, staring in her direction with no face she could make out. You know how you'll have dreams with people in it you don't know but you have obviously seen sometime if your life? This was the opposite. She had a feeling she knew the person but couldn't actually place the person.
She could hear movement happening all around the house. Slowly each of the family members getting ready for their day. Staying in bad and daydreaming about her nightmares was no longer an option. The curly haired girl pulled herself out of bed and began getting ready for the day ahead of her. Cassidy didn't realize it, but there were items missing in her room. Not even that they were missing. They were in sight, she just couldn't see them.
As she went to pull on her jewelry for the day, that same scar caught her attention again. Something had been snapped off of her wrist, yet it looked like all her jewelry was on her dresser.
"Cassi! You up?" She heard her father yell from down the hall, breaking her out of her quiet morning.
"Be down in a sec!" Cassidy called back, pulling on her black boots. She grabbed her bag and left her bedroom. She walked downstairs, following the sound of commotion in the kitchen. Her father was making breakfast like he normally does, her mother was standing behind Kara as she sat on the stool of the counter pulling her hair up into 2 low braids, and Andy and Isaac sitting at the counter eating breakfast while laughing at something on Andy's phone.
"Morning, sweets." Teresa mumbled through the comb placed between her teeth.
"Morning." Cassidy stopped at the counter to pour herself some coffee. "Everyone's awake and happy…it's almost satisfying."
"It's almost like you already took your happy pills." Andy murmured, not looking up from his phone.
Cassidy sent a glare his way, but Isaac is the only that looked up from the table stuffing pancakes in his mouth. "Andy, I swear to God-"
"Okay, enough." Carl looked back and forth between his two oldest. "What is with the both of you lately? You could swear the two of you hated each other." He got no response from either kid.
The once happy family was slowly falling in on themselves. No one actually wanted to bring up problems.
"Okay, I got to go." Cassidy poured the rest of her coffee in her to-go cup to take with her. "They'll be here any minute to pick me up."
"Who will sweetheart?" Teresa looked at her confused.
Cassidy went to say a name but nothing came to mind. Could have sworn she had made arrangements with someone yet had no idea who it would have been. "Um…"
Isaac could hear her heartbeat rising, clearly starting to panic. "I'm going to take you. Remember Cas?" He stood up quickly, putting his dishes in the dishwasher. "Since I'm working I'll just be able to drop you off so I can have the car."
She looked at her best friend in almost sadness. She knew he was trying to help her, but she didn't know from what. "Yeah, yeah that's right."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Her mother came over to rub a hand on her arm in comfort.
"I'm fine." She gave her a tight, fake smile. "Just didn't sleep that good last night so I'm a little out of it."
"Alright, if you say so." Teresa's eyes were still narrowed in disbelief.
"You ready?" Isaac asked, twirling the keys around his finger.
With a nod, the two said goodbye to the family and headed out. Isaac waited until they were in the car and had drove a few blocks away from the house before he decided to ask.
"You sure you're okay?"
She looked over at him, taking her attention away from where she was tracing the scar on her wrist. "Yeah, I guess I just scraped my wrist-"
"Not that." Isaac shook his head, glancing back and forth from the road to his best friend. "You seem…off."
Cassidy sighed, letting her head fall back onto the seat. "I think I just need a therapy session. I haven't seen Dr. Stappen in a while. Just need some good old fashion prying into my life."
"I can do that for free."
"Hilarious." She rolled her eyes at the joke, watching him cruise through the parking lot.
He stopped in front of the main doors for her. "Have a good day at school with all your little friends."
Cassidy groaned, pulling herself out of the car. "I seriously hate you." She pulled her backpack over her shoulders, taking notice to Scott making his way towards her. "Hey friend." She called out to him with a smile.
"Morning, Cassi." Scott grinned, coming to stop by her.
"Oh, he's your friend and I get hated on?" Isaac complained from his spot still behind the steering wheel. Cassidy couldn't help the eye roll this time and slammed the door shut. That didn't stop him from rolling down the passenger side window to continue to speak. "Try as you might but you can't ignore me anymore! I'm back for good!"
Scott laughed over Cassidy's pained face, and ducked down to see his friend in the car. "What's up, Isaac. It's good to have you back."
"It's good to be back, dude."
"Did you fill him in on everything?" Scott looked up at Cassidy.
"Not yet."
"Fill me in on what?" The curly haired boy glanced back and forth between his two friends in question.
"I'll tell you later."
"Cas-"
"-Don't you have work to get to?" She smiled, but he merely cocked his head at her. "I promise to fill you in on the with the pack drama later tonight. Have a good first day at work."
"I hate being an adult." He mumbled, getting a laugh from their alpha.
Cassidy grabbed Scott's arm to get the two to start walking so Isaac would seriously leave to head to the Sheriff's Station. "How'd practice go this morning?" The good mood he was just in seemed to fade away with a deep sigh. "That good?"
"It's like Liam doesn't even care if he becomes captain…or if he even gets a position on the team" Scott's voice getting harder and his anger boiling as they walked towards her locker. "Like he's not even trying to step up and be the leader."
Cassidy stayed quiet as she listened to him get out the steam he needed to. It was eerily similar to the same fight she was having with her own brother, but opposite. In a few months the two of them had to step away from trying to protect the town all the time, and being haunted of who's hands it was going to land in.
"Can I say something?" She asked, opening her locker to switch out her books.
"You're going to tell me I'm being too hard on him?" Scott groaned, leaning against the lockers next to her.
"Nope." She shook her head, surprising him. "Liam needs tough love, that's the only way he gets his shit together. But you also have to realize that boy has big shoes to follow."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, you're Scott McCall. True Alpha. The one that believes to take the option that comes out the least bloody for everyone's sake. You're good and pure, Scotty. He looks up to you like you have no idea, maybe he's just scared he won't measure up."
He stood there for a second taking in everything she said, before shaking his head. "That shouldn't mean anything. He has to find his own inner strength."
Cassidy shrugged her shoulders and closed the locker door to give him her full attention. "Maybe so. But maybe you're a hard force to follow."
"I almost coyoted out in the middle of class."
Cassidy's eyes widened at Malia's outburst as she walked out of her English class, looking around to make sure no one heard her. "What?" She grabbed her friend's wrist and tugged her towards the hallway.
"You heard me. Nails out, growling like the animal I am, at my pre-calculus teacher cause I got a D on my test." Malia explained, looking down now at her normal nails.
"Okay…um…" She tried to think of a possible solution. "Do you feel like you're going to turn at any moment?"
"I don't know. No. I don't think so!" The taller girl rambled, clearly getting worked up.
"Alright, just calm down. Take deep breath, focus on your breathing." Cassidy ran back through her thoughts on how they would try to calm the girl down a year ago. Malia closed her eyes, slowly letting the tension leave her shoulders. "Good, keep doing what you're doing."
Malia was finally breathing normal when it hitched and her eyes snapped open. "Something's wrong with Lydia."
"What?" Cassidy was dumbfounded by the out of the blue statement.
"Her heart beat is rising. Something's wrong." With that Malia turned on her heel and started pushing her way through the students with Cassidy right behind her. The two girls finally pushed their way through the front doors where they found Lydia about to step straight into oncoming traffic. "Lydia! Look out!" Malia yelled, being able to run with her speed in time to grab the redhead out of the way.
Cassidy's eye were wide as she finally made it over towards her friends, giving the BMW both middle fingers as she honked and kept speeding through the parking lot. "Jackass!"
"Are you okay?" Malia asked, the still shaking Lydia.
"I-I'm fine." Lydia stuttered out.
"Are you sure? You almost just got ran over." Cassidy looked over their best friend who just nodded.
"What were you doing?" Malia looked back and forth from her to the path she walked down.
Lydia ignored her and looked at Cassidy. "Cas…what happen here?"
Said girl was even more confused now. "What are you talking about, Lyd?"
The Banshee swallowed deeply, eyes looking around the parking lot. "You were here…the other night. You…you were screaming that you weren't leaving…and that you'd remember."
Cassidy's eyes glistened almost as if tears were about to come pouring out but she didn't know why. She looked around the parking lot but couldn't place a thought in her head. "I don't…I don't know."
She didn't want to be here right now. She didn't want to be in her room or the house for that matter. Cassidy almost felt claustrophobic. The night had closed in around her.
The evening was normal as any other that she was used to. The family spent most of the time asking Isaac everything question they could think of regarding France and what it was like living there. Cassidy for the most part stayed quiet, happy just to listen to the stories flow from the boy's mouth. But that happiness was clouded by uncertainty. But that uncertainty was encompassed by emptiness, and that's what made her more nervous than anything.
Sleeping wasn't coming to her tonight. She thought about taking a sleeping pill, but the thought of possibly having the same dreams from the night before frightened her. She tried to read, but couldn't concentrate. Even music wasn't helping. Her usual saving grace. Every song she put on either seemed overplayed or she didn't care for. So now she sat at her window seat, losing her mind in the silence.
The leaves rattled right outside of her window, the branches only sometimes coming to scratch against the house before going back to their rightful place. She was hoping for it to storm at any moment, but it was just her luck that it wouldn't. It would have helped her place her wishy-washy feelings. Because she felt like she was a mess. Cassidy feel herself falling back into the dark, cold shell she had, for the most part, broken out of it.
She was letting her disorder win and the walls were coming back up.
Cassidy's concentration of the outside world broke as the bedroom door opened. She snapped her head in the direction watching Isaac sneak in, before closing the door as quietly as possible. She looked over seeing 1:35 AM glaring back at her in bright red.
"Why aren't you asleep?" She whispered, raising her knees to her chest so he could sit opposite her in the window seat.
"Jet lag." He mirrored her position. "You?"
"Insomnia."
"We're truly doing great in life." Isaac leaned back and hit play on her stereo, not knowing what music was going to come out but just needed something to fill their silence. "So, you don't have to fill me in on what's going on anymore."
"What? Why?" She asked in a panic, automatically thinking he was over Beacon Hills and just wanted to go back to France. I mean she couldn't blame him. For the most part, he was in the clear over there. Sure, he had some hiccups with a few hunters, but it was nothing compared to the hell they have been facing here in Beacon Hills.
"I met Mason and Corey today." He gave her a side-eye at the hyperactive way she asked the questions. "They stopped by the station asking Parrish if anyone was unaccounted for in the town. When they didn't get anywhere with him, I took over. And they explained this whole Ghost Rider thing to me."
"What happened?" She hadn't heard any other information about them showing up.
"I guess the two saw them at school last night, but they don't know who they took or if they actually took someone at all. Got to say, the enemies in this two keeping more and more bizarre." He laughed, resting his head back against the wall.
"Doesn't make you regret coming back, does it?" She whispered, looking down to pick at her sweatpants.
Isaac sat up, almost not catching her words, but the werewolf hearing helped. "Is that what's been bothering you? You think I'm going to leave again?"
The shrugged rolled off her shoulders as Cassidy could feel the tears start to build up in her eyes. "It feels like things are getting really bad again…with me. I can't control my emotions, I'm forgetting little details about my life. Details that I should know." A single tear feel down her cheek as she finally looked up at him. "It's like I used to have an emotional tether with someone…but the other side is empty, and I'm just floating."
She rubbed at her eyes, annoyed that she was falling backward with herself. "So yes, I'm absolutely horrified you're going to leave again because I don't know how I can handle doing goodbyes for a second time."
The werewolf bit the inside of his lip, watching his best friend break down for a reason neither of them understood. "You remember what I told you when I left? You will always have me. Always." Isaac leaned forward to wipe the tears off her cheek. "When you were missing I came back into town, I broke down right here. I thought I lost you. That I was never going to see you again, because I can't live in a world without you either, Cassi."
"You never told me that."
"I made Lydia swear on her dog's life that it would never be brought up ever again." He got a small, watery laugh out of her. "I promise you, I am not going anywhere. I'm back for good. Even if you kick me out I'll come groveling back on my hands and knees. You will always have me, Cassidy Snyder."
She gave him a nod, glad they both understood how each other felt. "And you will always have me, Isaac Lahey."
Their small moment together was broken by the sound of her phone vibrating against her nightstand. Cassidy gave a deep sigh and pulled herself up to see Scott calling her. "Hey, you okay?" She answered.
"I'm sorry if I woke you." Scott's deep voice apologizing over the line.
"No, I'm up. What's going on?" She turned and nodded at Isaac, knowing he could hear the conversation.
"I know it's late, but could Isaac and you meet me at the Preserve? Malia and Lydia are also coming."
Isaac nodded back at her, telling her it was find with him that they left. "Sure, we'll get there as soon as we can."
After hanging up, the two quickly got dressed and quietly snuck out of the house. It wasn't a long drive, but the atmosphere between the two friends was finally better than it had been since she picked him up from the airport. Cassidy parked the car next to Scott's bike and Lydia's car. The two got out, Isaac throwing Cassidy one of the flashlights as the two walked to the rest of their pack.
"Is this your guys' new after school club?" Isaac's sarcasm slipping off his tongue.
"Isaac." Lydia greeted him, glancing him over for the first time since she saw him last summer.
"Lydia, always good to see you." He gave her a smirk before looking at Malia. Everyone realizing now that the two of them have never actually had a conversation. "Still don't know how I feel about you." He admitted to the coyote, remembering the issue's Cassidy had in the past with her.
"Right back at ya." She squinted at him, trying to read the new wolf.
Cassidy sighed over everyone's welcomes. "Well, now that this awkward family reunion is over. What's going on, Scott?"
Scott nodded, looking over all his friends. "I went to bed at home and I woke up out in the woods, about a mile out. But I think there's a reason why this has happened. I've been out here before." The alpha walked around the gate and started his way down the path of the preserve, having the four of them looking at each other and then follow along. "It was the beginning of sophomore year, the night before tryouts for first line I remember because that's all I could think about."
"What were you doing?" Malia questioned, falling into step beside him.
"I was looking for a dead body."
"That's morbid." Lydia tilted her head.
Cassidy agreed. "It's a start to our daily hobby."
"So, what was I doing out here all alone?" Scott continued.
"At that point, the only person I talked to was Cas, so not clue." Isaac recalled back to three years ago when his life was on a different wavelength than right now.
"I wish I could help you, but I didn't know you then." Lydia explained and Cassidy seconding that.
Malia shook her head. "I was still a coyote, so I might've tried to eat it."
"Deaton said that my subconscious is trying to tell me something, but I need you guys to figure out what it's saying."
"Maybe you were just a curious teenager." The Banshee tried to come up with a rational explanation. "You heard there was a body."
"But how?"
"Well…Isaac and I would also sneak out and spy on crime scenes from afar, especially with his dad owning the gravesite." The only human of the group told them. "Maybe you saw the news about it?"
"No, I never watched the news or read the paper, and I didn't have a police scanner."
"Your mom works at the hospital." The coyote brought up. "Maybe she got called in and you over heard her?"
"My mom was home that night." Scott halted, bring the others to a stop to stand in a circle. "I live 5 miles away from here. How did I get here?"
"You drove?"
"I didn't have a car."
"Couldn't you have just ran?" Isaac brought up.
"I had asthma." Scott countered right back, turned and the pack kept walking. "I was hiding but they knew that I was here."
"Maybe you made a ton of noise with your asthmatic breathing?" Malia said so definitively like she knew that answer was a yes.
"How would they know that it was me?" And the point went to Scott. He stopped them again and a cleared path. "Why would the Sheriff even think that I'd be out here."
Lydia pursed her lips. "Like most deaths in this town it was related to the supernatural."
"I wasn't supernatural." Scott grabbed their attention at his statement. "Alright, this was the night that I was bitten. I wasn't a werewolf yet and I wasn't out here alone."
"Who did you think it would have been?" Isaac questioned the alpha.
"I know this sounds crazy…but I think I had a best friend. And I think he was out here with me that night."
"It doesn't sound crazy." Malia reassured him. "I know that someone chained me up and I think they wanted me to stay human."
"I got a job at the police station." Isaac shook his head, looking at the group. "How the hell would I have gotten a job there if it wasn't for someone I know?"
Lydia nodded. "I came to school this morning and I was sure that I was supposed to meet someone, but I couldn't remember who it's supposed to be. I have been looking for them all day."
Everybody's eyes moved to Cassidy who looked at the ground, chewing on the skin next to the nail of her thumb. A horrible habit she still had yet to break at 18. But when the anxiety hit it's an automatic response.
"Something's wrong." She looked down at the ground, not being able to look them in the eye. "I've had plans that I can't remember who they were with. I have blank spaces on my wall that use to hold pictures but there's nothing." She trembled before looking back up at her friends. "Someone's gone from our lives. And…and I think…I think I was in a relationship with them."
The five looked at each other finally comprehending that each other them had been dealing with their own memory loss.
"What if we're all missing the same person?" Scott said the words out loud they were all thinking. He pulled a photograph out of his pocket and shined the flashlight for them to take a look. "And I think that he was in the picture."
It was the picture they had taken the day of yearbook photos. It was the group of them, minus Isaac, but there was a space in the middle where you would think someone was sitting. Cassidy shaky hands pointed to the spot, knowing in her heart that was where he was. "He was there…he was sitting right there."
"We need to get to Deaton. Maybe he can help us figure out how to get these memories back."
The group got back to their car and quickly followed each other to the veterinarian's office. Deaton set up the station for Lydia to work at as the rest of them just stood around, being as patient as possible. He hung a piece of glass that Scott had given him from a crime scene and a light set up underneath it to shine through.
"Now she just magically writes down all the answers?" Malia said in almost disbelief.
"It's not quite that simple." Deaton told her.
"It never is." Lydia took a seat in front of the glass.
"In automatic writing, the hand moves outside of any conscious awareness. And hopefully the silence, the darkness, and the light will allow you to find a more comfortable, relaxed, trance like state." Deaton finally explained fully. "Lydia, I want you to stare into the light and let go of all thought."
The Banshee did as she was told while the rest of them quietly made their way to the opposite side of the room to give her all the silence and room she needed.
"I have to warn you," Deaton got Scott's attention, "we might not be able to access these memories."
"Why not?"
"The legend has always been that the Wild Hunt takes people, but if what you're telling me is right the truth is much worse. They erase people from reality."
"Always a pleasant situation." Isaac leaned against the table with his arms crossed.
The group looked over to see Lydia had begun writing.
"How do we remember somebody who's been completely erased from our minds?" Scott asked his confidant.
Cassidy's attention found her way back to Lydia where she was scribbling furiously on the paper. "Guys…maybe he hasn't been."
"Is she okay?" Scott worried, starting to walk over. "Should we stop her?"
Deaton held him back so he could gently break her out of it. "Lydia? Lydia, slow down." The second he turned off the light the girl dropped the pen, breaking whatever trance she was in.
"Is she okay?" Scott asked, leaning down to try to get Lydia to look him in the eye, but she was immobile.
Malia took the time to grab the paper and read it with Isaac looking over her shoulder as well. "What does 'mischief' mean?" She placed it back on the table for Scott and Cassidy to see.
The word 'mischief' was written all over the page, but that wasn't all. They were set up in a design to create another world. "That's not all she wrote." Scott illuminated, the five of them staring down at the paper in question.
At that moment, Lydia snapped out of her daze, looking at the five people surrounding her. "What the hell is a 'Stiles'?"
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