I'm not quite sure when, but a little while after the bus had left the rest stop, I must have fallen asleep. I woke up with my head on someone's shoulder. Upon glancing up, I found it to be Stiles. "Oh, hey." He said softly. "Yeah, you kind of fell asleep on your side and I uh, thought that you'd be really uncomfortable when you woke up so I uh, I came over and you know, put your head on my shoulder so your bruises wouldn't hurt when you woke up, because-because you kept making these tiny noises whenever we hit a bump and, uh-"

"Stiles!" I exclaimed, interrupting his incessant rambling.

"Hmm?"

"I just woke up, I'm tired, my back and arms are killing me, my head feels fuzzy and you're ranting out excuses about why you did me a huge favor." I patted his forearm gently. "So, thank you and calm down. Okay?"

"Okay." He nodded, staring straight ahead. "Sorry. Won't happen again." I rolled my eyes fondly.

"Why don't we do some more studying for the PSAT's?" I offered, trying to take his mind off of his discomfort.

He nodded again, taking out his iPad. "Sound good. Okay, first word, quixotic, it's an adjective."

"Um," I narrowed my eyes as looked up, trying to remember. "idealistic, impractical?"

"Correct. Okay, ardor, it's a noun?"

I laughed, knowing this one. "Stiles." I joked, chuckling when I heard Scott bark out a laugh behind me. Stiles glared at me. "Okay, fine. Extreme vigor, energy, enthusiasm."

Stiles huffed, before sliding for the next word. "Pathos, noun."

"An emotion of sympathy!" Scott called out from behind us.

"Hey!" I turned around to look at him over my seat, seeing Allison and Lydia sitting across from him as I did so. "He's asking me Scotty boy!" I took a good look at him. "Congrats on looking better, by the way."

"Thanks Phina." He smiled at me. "Oh, and thanks for earlier as well, seriously, your hands are like magic."

My eyebrows flew up as Allison, Lydia and Stiles all turned to look at us. "Excuse me?" I asked him, not quite sure if he realized what he'd just said.

"You know, that awesome thing you did with your hand a while ago, made me feel a lot better." He said with a totally innocent grin. I felt Allison glare daggers at me.

Was he doing this on purpose, or was he really that dense?

"Really, bro?" Stiles asked him, eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"Okay," I began, clapping my hands together. "why don't you quickly backtrack and think about what you just said, okay, Scotty boy?"

Scott looked at me blankly for a full minute, before his eyes went wide and his mouth formed a perfect 'o'. "Oh! Oh my God, no! I didn't mean-I meant when you put your hand on my forehead to check on my fever!" He gave Stiles an apologetic look, for some reason. "I felt myself cool down a little bit, because your hands were cold!"

Technically, it wasn't because my hands were cold, I had just absorbed some of the heat that he was emanating. But I wasn't about to tell him that.

"Wow, Scott." "Stiles tone was thick with sarcasm. "Nice job there buddy." He gave his friend a thumbs up. "Totally awesome." He turned to me. "C'mon, lets describe some more words."

"Okay." I agreed. "And if Scott interrupts again, will you help me hide his body?"

"Absolutely." Stiles nodded. "Hindmost?"

I knitted my eyebrows together. "Last?"

He scoffed. "Furthest behind or farthest to the rear. Debonair?" He drawled, nudging me lightly.

"Hmm." I pretended to think. "Everything Stiles is not?"

He gasped in mock outrage. "How dare you?" He poked my stomach in retaliation, eliciting a giggle as I squirmed in my seat, immediately trying to right myself and pretend that nothing had happened. He didn't fall for it. "You're ticklish?" He asked me, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"No." I tried to deny, but quickly fell over giggling when he poked me again.

"You are!" He accused, before diving for my stomach and begging to tickle me mercilessly. I tried to fight him off, but I was laughing to hard.

"Stilinski!" I heard Bobby yell. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Teaching that lying is wrong, Coach." The boy called back scooting closer to me when I tried to wriggle away towards to window. I was laughing so hard that there were tears pooling in my eyes.

"Stiles, please," I gasped out between laughs. 'I can't breathe, stop!"

"Say that I'm debonair!" He yelled at me, moving to crouch over me as I slid down onto the seat, still mindful of my back. "Say it!"

"You're debonair! You're debonair!"

He relented, allowing me to finally let my head fall back and catch my breath.

Then the bus gave a sharp jolt as the driver braked roughly. I managed to stay on my seat, while Stiles -who had been precariously perched over me- fell right onto the floor. I burst out laughing again, my stomach aching sharply in protest. Scott, Allison and Lydia soon joined in, while Stiles just huffed at us. "You guys suck. Majorly."

I laughed harder. "And you swallow." Walked right into that one, yes he did. He didn't seem to find it as funny as I did. I turned my head to look out the window, only to see that the sky had gone completely dark. "How long was I asleep?"

"Uh," Stiles scratched the side of his head. "I'd say a couple of hours."

"Wow." I was surprised, normally I had a lot of trouble sleeping. "You must have a really comfy shoulder."

He fake gasped, before beginning to fan his eyes, fake crying. "Bright eyes, that's the nicest thing you've ever said about me."

"Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't let it go to your head. I already looks pretty swollen."

He suddenly sprouted a devious grin, before leaning towards me and whispering. "Which one?" I heard Scott burst out laughing from behind us, while I just stared in open-mouthed shock for a few moments.

"Well played, Stilinski." I accepted defeat, bowing my head somberly. "Well played."

The bus came to a sudden halt. "All right pathetic losers and offspring," Bobby yelled at us. "Everybody grab your bags and get off the bus!" I shared a quick look with Stiles, before we headed to the back of the bus to retrieve our bags. I couldn't hold back a small yell of pain as I picked mine up. My arm felt that bad.

"Okay, give it to me." Stiles said, grabbing my NIKE bag and throwing it over his own shoulder."

"Stiles I'm fine, it just caught me by surprise."

He scoffed. "Yeah, no." And with that he strolled off the bus, leaving me to follow him, shaking my head with a fond smile. We got outside and joined Scott, Allison and Lydia, as we all stared apprehensively at the motel in front of us.

"I've seen worse." Scott offered.

"Where have you seen worse?"Stiles asked him, clearly disbelieving.

TWEET Came the odious sound of Bobby's whistle. "Listen up, the meet's been pushed 'till tomorrow." He informed us. Honestly, if I couldn't even hols my bag up, I had no idea how I was going to run tomorrow. "This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." Bobby informed us. "You'll be pairing up, choose wisely."

"Hey!" Lydia called out to me. "You wanna room with us?"

"Yeah, that'd be great." I thanked them. I saw Stiles hand Allison my bag.

As people began to line up for room key's, Bobby began yelling at us again. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Got that? Keep your dirty little hands, to your dirty little selves."

I shook my head, before beginning to walk off with Allison, only to stop when we realized that Lydia wasn't following us. "Lydia?"

"I don't like this place." She told us.

Allison looked around, before turning back to Lydia. "I don't think the people who own this place like this place." She informed the shorter girl. "It's just for a night."

Lydia was still peering at the place in horror. "A lot can happen in one night."

"Well," I clapped my hands together. "That was strangely cryptic, but if it's all the same to you, I'd like to have a hot shower to calm these bruises down a little bit."

"Right." Allison smiled at me apologetically. "C'mon Lydia, let's go."

. . . . .

Stiles and Scott both fell back onto their beds with a thump.

"Alright, so I have five." Stiles began.

"Five? You have five suspects?" Scott asked him, incredulous.

"Yeah." Stiles assured him. "Originally it was eleven. Well, ten technically I guess, I had Derek on there twice." He admitted, not feeling ashamed in the slightest.

"So who's number one?" Scott asked, choosing to ignore that last statement. "Harris?"

"Just because he's missing, doesn't mean he's not dead."

"So if he's not dead, our Chemistry teacher is secretly out committing human sacrifices." When said out loud, it actually sounded a lot more reasonable.

Stiles didn't seem to agree. "Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head."

"Wait, well what if it's somebody else from school?" The werewolf thought out loud. "Like, you remember Murder Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people."

Stiles gave his best friend an are-you-serious? look. "Excuse me?" He sat up. "I'm sorry, what?" He stood off the bed. "I-yes we did, I called that from day one, actually."

"Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt."

"I was serious!" Stiles exclaimed. "I was quite serious, actually. Deadly serious. No one listened to me!"

"Who were the other four?" Scott asked, completely used to his best friends behavior by now.

"Derek's sister, Cora." Stiles told him. "No one knows anything about her and she's Derek's sister." He explained, like that information made it a totally valid case. "Next, your boss."

Scott sat up quickly at the mention of the fatherly vet. "My boss?"

"Yeah, your boss. I don't really like the whole Obi Wan thing he's got going on, you know? It freaks me out." At Scott's blank look, Stiles felt positively insulted. "Oh my God, have you still not seen Star Wars?"

"I swear," Scott began, attempting to appease his friend. "if we make it back alive I will watch the movie."

"It just, makes me crazy-"

"Who are the other two?" Scott asked him, trying to get back to the subject in order to avoid another Star Wars lecture.

"Fourth one is Lydia." He admitted "You know, cause she was totally controlled by Peter and she had no idea, so..." He trailed off, not wanting to think about the last subject.

"And the fifth?" His best friend pressed.

Stiles sat down slowly on the bed, before speaking quietly. "Seraphina." He admitted. I somehow felt much more plausible when said out loud. "She moved here when it all began and the only real thing that we know about her is that she's Coaches daughter."

There was a puase, before Scott spoke. 2That look she gave Isaac was really..."

"Terrifying?" Stiles supplied, receiving a nod in response.

"And you have a huge crush on her?"

"Yeah."

Both boys were silent for a moment, before the let themselves fall back onto their beds again.

. . . . .

"How cozy." I said, walking into our room. "I'm half expecting the walls to be made of ginger bread."

I heard Allison chuckle as she sat down on one of the beds, Lydia not far behind her. "There are only two beds." Ah, Lydia, always pointing out the obvious.

I winced apologetically. "Normally I'd offer to sleep on the floor, but..."

"No it's okay." Allison told me. "I don't mind it."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Positive." She smiled.

"So..." Lydia began. "What's going on between you and Stiles?"

"I'm going to have a shower now." I told them, avoiding the question. When they began to protest I added. "I'm in a lot of pain." They both huffed, clearly not believing me, but let the subject drop.

I went into the bathroom, stripping down and quickly hopping in, turning the water to the highest temperature. I sighed in relief and the scalding water ran down my back, the speed of the water massaging my back. "Hey guys?" I called out. "Can you get some more towels, these ones all reek of nicotine. I heard one of the call out 'sure' before the bathroom door opened and someone collected the towels. "Thanks!"

After a minute or two, I squelched out a handful of shampoo from one of the complementary bottles, before lathering up my scalp. I always had to use a whole lot of shampoo whenever I washed my hair. I was just so thick. I began to rinse it out when I was done, before I heard the door creak open. "Allison, Lydia?" I called out. "Did you get some new towels?" No reply. I guess I had just imagined it then. I finished rinsing my hair, when I heard footsteps in the bathroom. Ugh, classy guys, trying to jumpscare a girl in the shower? While she was at a motel? "Lydia," I began, opening the curtain, before immediately pulling it back to cover me. It was definitely not one of the girls. "Scott, what the hell are you doing in here?!" I demanded.

"Looking for Allison." He told me, there was a weird glint in his eyes that was making me feel uneasy.

"Well she's not in here, as you can plainly see." I shifter in my stance. "I'm also not wearing any clothes, so I would appreciate it if you maybe left the bathroom?"

"I've seen naked girls before." There was a really creepy tone in his voice.

"Yeah, well this one doesn't want to be one of them, so do you want to leave her alone?" Was he trying to play a prank or something? Because I was starting to feel seriously freaked out.

"But we are friends, aren't we?" He took a step closer towards me. "We could just be closer friends." His hand began to creep up to my own. The only thing blocking his view. He grabbed the edge of the shower curtain, beginning to tug down making my arm twinge in pain. I felt my skin immediately heat up, a defense mechanism whenever I felt afraid. "Scott!" I knew that I must have burned his hand, because awareness of what he was doing crept into his puppy dog eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

His backed away so quickly that he bumped into the sink. "I just, um," He began making his way out the door. "Sorry, I, uh, I don't remember?"

As soon as he left, I turned the shower off and began to get dressed, uncaring of the fact that I hadn't dried myself off. As soon as I was fully clothed, I hurried out of the room and quickly made my way to Scott and Stiles', not before pocketing my phone.

"Stiles!" I yelled, harshly knocking on his door. "Stiles!"

"Yeah, I'm coming!" He replied. I heard the door unlock, then it swung open to reveal his face. "Hey, what can I do for y-is something wrong?" He asked me, taking note of the expression on my face. I pushed past him and walked into his room.

"There's something wrong with Scott." I told him, wringing my hands together nervously. Not a lot could freak me out, but it turned out that a creepy Scott McCall was definitely one of them.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked gently, seeing how I was really freaked out.

"I don't know if he got hit in the head, if he's still not better than he was this morning, or if he's been smoking pot," I began. "But a few minutes ago, he walked in on me while I was in the shower and he was acting really creepy, saying things like 'we can be closer friends' and trying to pull away the shower curtain and I am seriously creeped out right now"

Stiles looked at me blankly for a full minute, and for a moment, I thought that he didn't believe me. "Okay, let's go back to your room and talk to Lydia and Allison, see if they might have seen him too."

I nodded my head. "Okay."

We walked back to my room, as I wrapped Stiles' hoodie around me tightly, gathering comfort from the smell of ink and curly fries. Once we got there, Stiles knocked on the door as I fidgeted beside him.

The door swung open to reveal Lydia, but she just ran right past us, tears in her eyes. "Lydia?" Allison called out, following the small girl as she stopped in front of room number 216. She pushed the door open revealing it's dark interior as Stiles and I shared a look, before approaching the strawberry blonde.

"Lydia, what's wrong?" I asked, but received no reply.

"Hello?" She called out into the room, before beginning to flick the light switch. It didn't turn on. She crept inside the small room, breathing heavily. "Hello?" She shuffled a bit further forwards before stopping. Suddenly the room was filled with light. It looked like the owners were having it repainted. "It had to be right here." She insisted, before turning around. "It was a guy, and a girl," She sighed. "I mean they sounded younger but... they were here."

Allison took a few steps towards her friend as Stiles and I shared another totally lost look. "I believe you." The brunette told the strawberry blonde. "After everything we've been through, I believe you."

"Guys, what the hell is going on?" Stiles asked them.

. . . . .

Later on, Allison and Lydia decided to ask the owners what was going on with room 216. I decided to stay in our room to clean up the mess I had made of the bathroom, while Stiles decided to join me. We worked silently, until Stiles' phone vibrated. He took a few steps back, before giving me an apologetic look. "Look, Lydia says she needs to talk to me, will you be okay here by yourself?"

No. "Sure."

"Okay." He nodded. "Lock the door behind me, okay?"

I smiled at him, before he left the room. I locked the door immediately after. I finished up quickly and contemplated going to sleep for a while, when I heard a weird buzzing noise coming from the room next door. I frowned, before unlocking the door and walking out of the room, seeing Allison, Stiles and Lydia looking at the door to room 216. "Guys?" I shut the door behind me. "What's going on this time?" I was ignored.

"I'm not the only one who heard that this time, right?" Lydia asked.

"No." Allison assured her. "It sounds like a handsaw." My eyebrows flew up. Handsaw?

Stiles seemed to follow my train of thought. "Handsaw?!" He demanded, before shouldering the door open. Once I saw what was behind it, I covered my mouth with my hand. I was Ethan, slowly lowering the saw to his belly. 2Wait, no!" Stiles yelled, surging forwards to stop him. "Ethan don't!" He grabbed the chainsaw, before beginning to grapple Ethan for it. I quickly tried to follow where the cable lead, before unplugging it, just as Stiles almost fell on top of it. He scrambled away from it, Allison crouching behind him to help him up.

Lydia suddenly whirled around to face me. "Don't look." She instructed.

"Look at what?"I asked her, whipping my head around when I heard a loud clanging noise followed my a grunt of pain. Ethan was on the floor, I'm guessing after falling on the electric heater. He panted, looking at his hand, before he scrambled to his feet.

"What just happened?" He demanded as Lydia ran a hand through her hair. He bolted out of the room. We ran after him.

"Ethan, wait!" Stiles pleaded, as the boy began to run down the stairs wrapping a denim jacket that seem to have appeared out of nowhere around himself.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" He hurried out. "I don't know how I got there or what I was doing."

"Okay, you could be a little more helpful you know!" Stiles told him. "We did just save your life."

Ethan turned around. "Well you probably shouldn't have." Then he ran off.

"We'll keep that in mind next time!" I yelled at him.

"What now?" Lydia seemed at a loos of what to do.

"I'll find Scott, you guys grab Isaac and Boys. The best thing we can do is get them out of this place." Allison told us, before hurrying up the stairs.

Okay then.

Lydia went to follow her up the stairs, when she noticed the weird look that Stiles was giving her. "What?" She demanded, exasperated. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh no,I wa-" He tried to stammer out.

"Stiles?" The strawberry blonde asked.

"Alright, Lydia," He began, sounding kind of guilty. "I didn't wanna say anything... but this? Everything we've been going through?" He waved his hand around. "We've kinda been through something like this before." He paused to lick his lips. "A lot like this."

"What do you mean?" Lydia didn't seem to understand what he was talking about. "When?"

"Your birthday party. The night you poisoned everyone with Wolfs bane." He reminded her.

My eyes flew wide open. "She what?"

Stiles waved me off. "It wasn't really her choice, someone had threatened to kill everyone if she didn't."

I blinked. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

Lydia shook her head at the both of us, before she stormed off. "Lydia, I'm sorry." Stiles hurried after her. "Okay, look, I didn't mean that you're trying to kill people, okay? I just-I just meant that maybe, maybe you're somehow involved in getting people to kill themselves, you know?"

"Stiles." I hissed "You're not helping yourself."

"I-I realize that now, so I-m just, I'm gonna stop talking now."

"Guys." Lydia whispered,a strange look on her face. "Do you hear that?"

"No?" I said.

"What?" Stiles asked her, looking around quickly. Lydia crouched down in front of an air vent in the ground. "What do you hear?"

"A baby crying." She told us, tilting her head down to hear it better. "I hear... I hear water running." She paused. "Oh my God! She's drowning the baby!" She cried, standing up. "Someone's drowning!"

"Two-hundred-and-two!" I yelled. "Boyd and Isaac are in room 212!"

We took off running, with me in the lead. Once we got there I flung the door open, before heading to the bathroom. I almost screamed. Boyd was lying down on the floor of the tub, with a metal safe flat on his chest to prevent himself from floating. "He blocked it!" Stiles told us after submerging his arm. "He blocked the drain with something I can't get to it!"

"What do we do?" Lydia asked.

"They've been poisoned by Aconite, right?" I began. "It's a hallucinogenic!" At there blank looks I explained further. "It's like they're dreaming, but they can't wake up! What's one of the best ways to wake up from a dream?" I asked them, "Pain. Ethan woke up when he got burned." I rushed out of the room, ignoring their yells of 'what are you doing?'. I ran out to the bus, Ignoring the pain in my arms and back, quickly grabbing two flares from the emergency box under the drivers seat. One for Boyd, one for Isaac. I quickly ran back up the stairs and into the room.

"Wha-is that a flare?" Stiles asked me, sounding majorly pissed off. "He's underwater Seraphina!"

"No, they have their own oxidizers!" Lydia told him, before turning to me. "You're a genius!"

"I know." I said as Stiles snatched it from me. "The cap's like a match." I told him. I took three tries, but he finally got it lit. He plunged it into the water and pressed it into Boyd's arm, before flinging an arm back to push me behind him as the safe went flying across the room. I fell to the floor, looking up to see point hunched over and panting, the flare making his skin seem like it was glowing red.

"You," Stiles crouched down next to me, helping me up. "you are amazing." Then, to my surprise, he kissed me on the cheek, before grabbing the second flare from the floor and heading towards the bed.

I cupped my cheek where he had kissed it, unable to hold back my blush. I ignored Lydia's raised eyebrow and scurried out the door. "I'm going to grab the third flare for Scott!" I yelled as I ran for the stairs. I trotted down them as quickly as I could, before whirling round to head to the bus, only to halt my progress at what I saw. "Scott?" I asked, my tone forcefully light. "What are you doing?" I could smell the gasoline that he had covered himself in, and I saw the flare that he was holding in his hand. The cap was still on, which meant that I could still get it away from him.

He looked up at me slowly. "I'm so sorry."

I took a step towards him, placing my foot inside the puddle of gasoline. If it came to it, I wouldn't burn anyway. "I know you are Scott, it's okay." I smiled at him reassuringly. Or at least, I hoped so.

"It's all my fault." He told me. "Everyone keeps getting hurt because of me. Lydia, Stiles, Allison, Derek, You."

"People get hurt everyday Scott. It doesn't make it your fault." I took another step towards him, raising my hand for the flare.

"But I shouldn't care about you anyway. You're not normal. You're hiding something from all of us."

I nodded my head. "That's true, Scott. I am hiding things from you. But that doesn't mean that you should do this to yourself. Just-just give me the flare." I held my hand out for it, focusing to make sure that it didn't shake.

Then he took the cap off and lit it, just as I heard Allison's voice from the stairs, shortly followed by Lydia and Stiles. They all paused in their steps when they saw what was going on. "Scott?" Allison called out, as they all looked at us in horror. Me, in a puddle with Scott, who had a lit flare in hand. They all walked around us, before spotting them empty container labeled 'GASOLINE'.

"There's no hope." Scott said, sounding completely defeated.

"What do you mean, Scott?" Allison asked him. "There's always hope."

"Not for me. Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault." Allison told him, sounding on the cusp of tears. "You know Derek wasn't your fault."

"Every time I try to fight back it just keeps getting worse. People keep getting hurt, people keep getting killed."

I took another step towards Scott, hearing Lydia let out a small sob as I did so."That's what you might think, but imagine where they would be if they didn't have you. Imagine where Stiles would be without his best friend. Imagine where Allison would be, without her first love. Where would Lydia be, without you?" I took another step towards him. "Where would your mother be, if she lost her son?"

"They would be as hurt as they all are now."

"Scott, listen to me, okay?" I heard Stiles say. "This isn't you, alright? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay, no-"

"What if it isn't?" Scott asked him. "What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I can do for everyone else?"

"But it isn't, is it?" I took one more step forwards, and grabbed his hand as it held onto the flare. "You know it isn't, don't you? That's why you haven't let this fall yet. You need to realized that, although all of these people might die for you, they'd do it willingly. Because when it comes down to it, they know that you're one of the rarest people in the world, Scott." I smiled at him. "You're the kind of person that makes us proud to be called human beings, because humanity, it's not a species. It's a state of mind."

"But what if that's not who I should be?" He asked me, and I could see the tears in his eyes. "Do you remember how it all started, Stiles? That night in the woods? Do you remember the way it was before that, you and me? We were-we were nothing. We weren't popular, we weren't good at lacrosse, we weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all." And then he jerked his hand out of mine and lifted the flare, preparing to throw it.

"Alright, Scott? Just listen to me, okay?" Stiles rushed out, trying to stop him. "You're not no one, okay? You're someone." I heard him step forwards. "You're my best friend, okay? And I need you." I heard him take a shaky breath. "Scott, you're my brother. Alright? So," I looked down to see the puddle ripple. Stiles had stepped into it. "So, we're gonna do this together." I felt him stand next to me and saw him grab to top of the flare. "We're just gonna have to take that risk." Scott-s face screwed up as he began to cry as Stiles pried the flare out of his hands, before throwing it to the side, narrowly missing the gasoline. I let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. It was over.

"No!" I suddenly heard Lydia scream, before I felt Stiles grab onto both Scott and myself as we went down, only just missing the explosion of fire. Stiles fell on top of me, shielding my face from the cloud of molten heat with his arm.

"Can we all just sleep on the bus instead?" I asked, one hundred percent done with this motel.

"Totally."

"I'm in."

"Sounds great."

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"I don't wanna know!" Was the sound that woke me up the next morning. I was curled up against Stiles like a cat, my head resting on his shoulder, with his head on mine. "I really don't wanna know!" Bobby yelled at us. "But encase you missed the announcement, the meet's been cancelled. So we're heading home." Stiles rubbed his neck as I ignored Bobby's yelling, still chasing a few more precious hours of sleep. "Pack it in. Pack it in!"

"Stop moving." I grumbled. "Pillows aren't supposed to be mobile."

I heard Stiles chuckle, before he settled down again.

"I don't know what happened last night." I heard Ethan say. "But I'm pretty sure you saved my life."

"Actually I saved your life." Stiles told him. "Not that it matters, that much. It's just a minor detail."

"Stiles." I hissed. I heard Ethan's voice lower to an inaudible whisper, but I got the feeling that it was less for my sake and more for privacy. I was just about to fall asleep, hearing the rest of the gang whisper some more, when suddenly Stiles gave a huge jerk, before he began to scramble, trying to pull the window down as quickly as he could. "Stiles!"

"Hey! Hey-hey, hey! Stilinski?!" I heard Bobby yell.

"Shut up!" I roared at him, at the end of my tether. "I swear to God, if you don't stop aggravating the crap out of people the next body they'll find in the woods is probably going to be yours!" I yelled, pointing at Bobby as everyone watched in silence. "Understand?"

He nodded, staring at me dumbly before heading towards the front and sitting next to driver in total silence.

"Batman." I said addressing Stiles. "I'm still tired, give me your shoulder."

"Yeah-okay."

And with that I drifted off into sleep again, thinking about that fluttery feeling I got when he had kissed my cheek.

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