Getting home that evening had been rough. The car ride was silent as a morgue and my mother kept sending me icy looks through her car mirror. Norman was very obviously uncomfortable with the tension. He kept making really terrible jokes every five minutes or turning up the radio to the point that my mum turned the thing off. It was even worse when I realised that morning that Norman had slept on the Sofa.

Mum had been so angry that she'd kicked him out of their room; it wasn't his fault she was pissed off. He really shouldn't have been punished. But I guess I was being punished in my own way. Looking into my bathroom mirror I could see dark circles under my eyes and I looked about as shattered as I felt. Which was to say completely and utterly.

That morning was going slowly and sluggishly. Firstly my shower was too warm and too inviting for me to leave, then I spent half an hour in a towel because I couldn't bring myself to get dressed, and then I avoided going downstairs because of a certain adult. It was somewhat like a game of cat and mouse I suppose. Mum was angry at me, I was avoiding her in case she bit my head off…and Norman and Dori? They knew better than to get in the middle of our tiffs. Or I hoped they did.

Mum and I's relationship had become more and more strained over the past few months. We never went out and did things together anymore. She was always working. If I had a problem, she was one of the last people I'd go to because I'd probably get a "Sorry, I'm busy with work right now, speak to you later, Babe". It was becoming more and more apparent that we were drifting further and further apart. I didn't want to of course. I love my mum. She'd been the only parent I'd ever really had. She'd nursed me back to health when I was ill, comforted me when I was sad, encouraged me to do my best. But she wasn't the same mum as the one that raised me. She wasn't as kind or soft. She didn't laugh as much or smile at me as often. She didn't really seem proud of me ever, if I showed her my art she'd just shrug it off. If I got a good grade she'd give me a quick well done and go back to work. It made me want to do better, to get some form of reaction out of her. Sometimes that meant pissing her off.

Sitting at the dining room table that morning was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Somehow I'd succeeded in forcing myself to go downstairs. While my breakfast was lovely, and Dori seemed to be in a good mood, mum was silently staring down her own breakfast.

"Mum. Will you just talk to me?" I sighed, she merely turned her head to the side looking at a houseplant by the wall or any other bit of random clutter. The silence grew heavier and I felt utterly frustrated. Frustrated that I'd practically solved one issue and got another in return.

"Okay...well just so you know I'm going out. If you care that is." I shrugged, sarcasm heavily lacing my tone. I was fed up with all this anger. We were happy once upon a time. Believe it or not we all smiled, laughed, got along and nobody ignored the other. There was something about this move, this town. Everything was different now, and I hated it.

"Don't you try and guilt me, Charlotte Elizabeth Whittingham." She said, standing abruptly. Her brown eyes held a fire that used to be directed at anyone who tried to hurt me. Now her furious gaze was pointed at me instead. Her lips were pursed and despite her small stature she was intimidating. But what she called me put that intimidation to bed and replaced it with annoyance.

"Kite. It's Kite." I hadn't changed my surname when Mum remarried. I liked my surname. I missed my dad. I wasn't changing it because, to me, I wasn't a Whittingham.

"You live in this house, you live with me and your father. You're a Whittingham." I don't know why she was bringing this up now! When I was 8 and they got married I was asked if I wanted to change my name and when I said no she was fine with it. What was it that made her so adamant now?! I wasn't a kid anymore for Christ's sake, I knew what surname I wanted. I knew who I was for the most part, I didn't need her interfering. Why was she interfering?

"No. I'm a Kite." I pushed myself away from the table staring down my own mother. The tension was palpable.

"Sylvia, uh, maybe you should calm down, let the girl be…" Norman was trying to mediate it all. His hands were spread out in front of him in what I'm sure he thought was a placating matter. As per usual, his voice was soft and gentle. He never wanted to cross mum. Nobody wanted to cross mum. I was just too stubborn to not keep going once I've started.

I picked my phone up off the side along with my keys and made my way to the front door shaking my head bitterly. This is what we'd come to. Things were supposed to be looking up not falling down again.

"Don't you dare walk away from me." I stopped at the sound her of voice and glanced over my shoulder at her. I was an odd mix of amused and upset. How I could be both at the same time I didn't bloody know but somehow I was and it was frustrating to figure out. Maybe it was the way she looked. Not like my mum at all, like some sort of head teacher or sith lord. It was so not like her that I wanted to laugh and scream 'you're not my mother!' but she was. She'd just changed into something else while I wasn't looking.

"I'll see you later, mum" And I kept going. I walked away and out of that house knowing just how angry she'd be. I'd be surprised if I wasn't grounded for a year. It was all turning into one of those cliché teenage dramas. The protagonist gets in a fight with their parent, they get grounded when they want to leave the house, blah, blah, blah, everyone lives happily ever after…or something like that.

A hand ran down my face and pulled at my glasses as the other unlocked my car door. I should probably get more petrol at some point…I was running pretty low. I'll do it later after Scott's. The Drive had me turning down roads I didn't recognise and staring at passing trees that looked familiar, but not at the same time.

Yes. I got lost. It wasn't that I was incapable of navigating, no matter what Dori says, I was just new to this part of town. Or at least that's what I told myself. In truth I was probably lost, but I wasn't going to phone either of the boys admitting that. So I drove myself around the general area, reading street signs, and belting out lyrics when the radio played a familiar song.

Pulling in front of the nice, surprisingly large, wood panelled house, I double checked the address and double checked again, before I looked around for a certain blue jeep. I was supposed to be at Scott's for 12…it was now 1:30 and I had a dozen messages on my phone worrying over me. However, one in particular caught my eye and had me rolling them.

You need to sort things out with mum. She's livid. I'm not even joking-Dori

I quickly sent her a message back telling her I wouldn't apologise for something I hadn't started or done wrong. Because I wouldn't. I knew I was being unbelievably stubborn, a trait I'd reportedly gotten from my Father. Getting out the car and I managed to slam the door hard enough for the whole rusty contraption to shake, my face scrunched up in a wince. I really needed a better car. Also I needed to stop slamming things like an eleven year old when I'm unhappy. It was a worse habit than my inability to take a breath when speaking.

The pathway up to Scott's house was starting to collect a few leaves here and there. They weren't quite golden yet, but they showed that September was slowly making its way towards October. October, which held my favourite ever holiday-besides my birthday and St. George's day-Halloween. When I was little about 5 Dad used to make these really creepy monsters and hang them outside our house and little me thought it was the best thing ever. Mum hated it, she wasn't really a holiday person. She didn't like all the decorating and hassle, while I was a complete nerd over it. I demanded we put up pumpkins, monsters, lights, and put on spooky music. One year I even bought a fog machine out of my own money (which was hardly substantial) just so I could make everything awesome. It was awesome as well, that year I got 99 Trick or Treat-ers…not that I kept a tally or anything...

The air was even getting colder, much like yesterday night at the game I found myself pulling my clothing tighter against me and eagerly speeding up the porch and towards the front door. I know I had lived in England, but I still wasn't a fan of the cold…or heat actually. I wasn't really a fan of anything but pleasantly warm, the warm that you feel underneath a shower or curled up in your bed covers with a friend. Yeah, I was a fussy person when it came to temperature and yet I liked the rain and the snow. Just not the cold that came along with it.

As I knocked that wooden door I wondered if any of these houses in town had an actual door bell. My house didn't, Stiles' didn't, Scott's didn't, and I can't even remember if Lydia's did or not. But the point is I'm pretty sure American's or at least the Beacon Hills variety don't know what a door bell is…or a pencil case come to think of it. I was like the only person who had a pencil case that I had seen in school. Weird.

"Thank God…Stiles! It's okay! She's alive!" Scott seemed to tower over me. It might have been the fact he was inside and I was outside or it might have been that truly I was as short as I was. I liked to imagine I was at least average height, until Dori googled the national average and cheerfully informed me that I was 2 inches too short…

"Where were you?! We thought you'd died-"Stiles came bounding forward behind Scott, arms waving like a lunatic.

"Or worse gotten expelled?" I cut him off, smirking at my own joke. Sometimes I was pretty damn funny.

He stared at me blankly, mouth set into a line and most certainly not amused. Apparently my potential death was not a laughing matter. I on the other hand felt completely uplifted now I was around the two of them, my mother's anger was at the back of my mind.

"...I hate you"

"No you don't" I teased, a sing-song quality to my voice as I swayed back and forth on the spot containing my laughter. It felt good to joke and smile again, even if it was while I was standing in the chilly late September air. I can't even imagine what winter is going to be like. Probably the fudging ice age all over again. I'll find a cave and hibernate or something…

"Just get in already" Scott rolled his eyes at the two of us, moving out of the doorway pushing Stiles with him as he went. Stiles protested loudly at the roughish treatment he received. God, I'd missed them.

"Sure thing, Scotty" I shuffled in out of the cold, my hazel eyes taking in the warm interior. The large hallway had a rug placed neatly on the wooden floor, photographs of the boys and Mrs McCall scattered the walls, and the whole place felt kind and inviting.

The door shut behind me and I spun around smiling up at the two of them, feeling more relaxed than I had in a while. I knew I would be less comfortable later, but for now while I wasn't talking about serious stuff I was going to enjoy the comfort I got from my friends. It was a different sort of comfort than I got from Danny, and Allison. They made me smile and I could always get a giggle out of Allison fawning over Scott, but they didn't make me feel as at home. It was like these two boys were old friends, I felt more comfortable with them than I ever did with Ben or my old friends back in England.

"You got lost didn't you?" I followed the two of them through to Scott's living room practically bouncing on my heels. I stopped suddenly at Stiles' question…although it was more of a statement, goddamn know-it-all.

"Uh…no?" I scoffed jerking my head back and rolling my eyes. Silence fell over the lot of us as the two of them simultaneously raised their eye brows at me like creepy twins in a horror movie. I was a pants liar. I really needed to work on that.

"Fine. I got lost." I grudgingly admitted, ignoring their smirks as I collapsed into an arm chair across from Scott's sofa.

"How long have you been living here again?" One of these days I was going to beat Stiles over the head…or poke him. The point is I'd do something to get my own back even if it means setting Dori on him, I might not hurt him but she would. Trust me, she has a really mean swing.

"Shut up, Stiles." The laughter in my voice was evident. Stiles was a tease and a twat, but he had a way of making me laugh no matter what the situation. He could probably make me laugh on my death bed if he tried. He was just that type of person, like how Lydia was the type of person everyone stopped to look at. It didn't matter if you liked her, wanted her, or despised her, she managed to capture your attention and Stiles managed to make you laugh.

"So, how's Allison?" I raised my eyebrows suggestively at Scott slouching back in the chair feeling somewhat like a Bond villain; all I needed was a cat. I wanted a cat actually or a dog….or a bear. Bears are my favourite, they're terrifying but so fluffy. I want to ride a bear into battle.

"Amazing…her dad hit me with a car" I blinked starting forward, Stiles looked equally as amazed by Scott. Getting hit by a car was amazing? Jesus. This boy was going to get himself killed with his Allison adoration, probably at the hands of Mr Argent. He seems like he would know how to hide a body. Maybe.

"I know. He was exceedingly creepy about it, he had this whole 'haha I hit him' air about him" I wasn't joking either, Allison's dad was her complete opposite. Maybe he racked up points every time he hit someone '10 points if you hit a teenager who wants to sleep with Allison'. Let's face it, Scott would totally tap that. I'm not even kidding, I've see where his eyes land when he's not gawping over her eyes.

"Come on it wasn't that bad!" I closed my eyes sighing at the boy. It wasn't that bad? He got hit by a bloody car! In fact it wasn't like it was even a random car it was Allison's dad's car. I think I'd be slightly put off by that…even just for a little bit. I'd also be in hospital with a broken rib and a medical bill the size of Crowley's contracts.

"Scott. Scotty, that is like being stuck in a pit with a Rancore! Okay? Except that Rancore is her dad!" With possibly nicer teeth and breath. Scott stared at me vacantly, eyes blinking slowly, and head tilting in confusion. Oh no. Oh no…this can't be happening don't tell me he's never…

"Oh my God...you've never bloody watched Star Wars have you?" I brought a hand up to cover my shocked mouth absolute horror on my face. Even Jackson had watched Star Wars and that was Jackson for God's sake!

"No he hasn't. You have?" Stiles looked ashamed as if he'd tried at every available opportunity to make the boy watch it and judging by how far back those two go it was likely that he'd been trying for years with no result. It was shameful really. I wasn't sure if he was surprised or just curious that I'd watch Star Wars…if I heard a 'but you're a girl' I was going to hit someone with a feminist rant about gender stereotypes.

"Of course I have, Stiles! It's like one of the best things ever!" It was a classic set of movies with a really freaky order and Ewan McGregor in the prequels. The fact that anyone hadn't see them was actually terrifying on so many levels. Scott…I thought we were friends…

At some point I had jumped from my armchair and sat upon the arm rest of the sofa closer to the two of them. My elbows resting atop my knees as Stiles and I conversed at Scott's expense. It serves him right for not having watched one of the Greatest Movie Series of all time!

"We totally need to watch it!" Stiles and I turned to each other at the same time matching maniacal grins and equal enthusiasm to team up and make Scott watch some of the best movies of all time.

"No guys! NO!" Scott all but jumped up, hands waving and a look of desperation on his face…I guess someone is a spoil sport then.

"Fine. You're so evil. Why are we friends again?" I enquired, eyebrows furrowed jokingly. As I rested my head in my hands watching him have a mini freak out about being forced into watching it. Boy needs to calm down…we're not about to execute him…although we should for this sort of blasphemy.

"Because I helped open your locker and bought you food?" After a while an awkward silence descended upon the three of us. I distracted myself by playing with Stiles fingers, a habit I'd picked up since that dinner round his house. It helped keep my mind off other things…

A heavy sigh escaped my throat and my fingers stilled where they were dancing about with Stiles' own. I closed my eyes to collect myself for a second before trying to speak. "Look...I...I want to tell you guys about…about why I was ignoring you" I swallowed dryly, I felt constricted all of a sudden.

"Hey, if you're not read-" Stiles started fingers closing around mine, while Scott came closer putting a hand on my shoulder. They were too good to me. I owed them this. I would give them this. I knew the curiosity must have been eating Stiles and Scott both up inside, maybe Stiles more than Scott. Stiles was the figuring out type. Scott was more laid back about things. He was more likely to let me never say a word about it. But I needed to. I couldn't have this resting on my shoulders for the rest of my life…I think that would kill me.

"But that's the thing I want to. I need to tell you. I want to do it now...I just don't know how to start...where to start..." I could feel the frustration bubbling to the surface again. Sometimes you could never shut me up, I'd know exactly what to say and how to say it. But when it was important? When I needed so desperately to get those words out? They refused. They stood their ground in some sort of ridiculous mutiny.

"The beginning is always good, right?" Scott prompted sitting down on the floor beside the sofa, a reassuring smile taking place on his features. I could do this. These two? They wanted to understand and help. Not ridicule me. I could do this.

"I…so I saw you guys rushing out of the party that Friday and I called out to you and you didn't….you didn't notice so I got upset. I don't…I don't know why exactly but I did and-" I rambled without taking a breath, the nervous energy culminating in one long drawn out sentence said so quickly I was surprised the both of them kept up.

"Hey, Lottie…breathe, it's okay…you've got all day" Stiles cut me off, hands coming to rest on my shoulders, a small half-smile shown in an attempt to calm my breathing. I think he thought I was going to have a panic attack…and maybe I was…but the concern was appreciated.

"Right, thank you…"I took a deep, very much needed breath and continued at a much slower, more manageable pace. "So I got home…and I wanted to talk to someone about it. But Dori was drunk and passed out in bed…so I skyped my old Best Friend from England, Ben" I still couldn't help but talk in long sentences, the urge to get everything out as soon as possible was overwhelming, like a splinter working its way to the surface. My body rejecting the events just as much as that metaphorical splinter.

"I thought we had a connection, Lottie…I'm hurt!" Stiles exclaimed dramatically one hand leaving my own, which had returned to playing with his fingers, to grip his chest above his heart. Face scrunched up in a pseudo offended expression.

"Stiles!" Scott called out at the same time as I replied "We do! I'd never betray you! This was before us! Before our friendship!" I was thankful for the light hearted banter to take my mind off the heaviness of the conversation. It also put to bed any little niggling doubts about my friendship with Stiles. He did care, even if he was joking about there was an underlying tone that suggest that he genuinely was happy being my friend.

"…Charlotte?" Scott prodded me, a hand reaching towards my shoulder again giving it a light pat. I needed to get back to the story. 'Story' that was far too cheery a word…tale maybe? Incident? Event?

"Right…um well he said…he said…" The words refused to leave my throat, catching and getting stuck as they replayed in my head. Clingy. Annoying. Clingy. A couple of little words that kept circling my brain like it was tumble dryer. They rattled and banged begging for attention like a four year old child.

"What did he say, Lottie?" My fingers stilled against Stiles, his voice was earnest and had me taking a deep breath to prepare myself. I kept my eyes stuck on our fingers as I spoke. I didn't want to see their emotions…their expressions…their opinions.

"That…that I was being annoying…that I was being…being my 'usual' clingy-self" I could feel more than see the way the boys tensed and how fingers tightened their grip on my own. The air around us was becoming heavier as was the feeling in my chest. "…that I should leave you two alone for a week or so…"

A pregnant pause fell over us. I focused my attention once more on those long fingers now practically strangling my own in their vice grip.

"What the freaking hell?! What sort of friend is that?!" I jumped in fright at the loud outburst from Scott. He was practically growling, a tension filled his shoulders as he paced back and forth like some sort of caged animal. I expected anger sure…but not that much…this was a whole new level of angry.

"Yo! Buddy! Calm it. Take it out side" Stiles gave Scott and pointed look, practically glaring him out of the house. I could hear clearly the front door slam close and the heavy pacing of his feet on the porch outside. There was something about that anger that shook me up more than retelling my story and letting them into my insecurities (or a small part of them anyway).

"Sorry…recently he's had a few anger issues" One hand came up to the nape of his neck, rubbing it like he always did. I slid further forward from my place on the arm of the chair, my knees bumping into him lightly.

"Maybe…maybe you should get a spray bottle and like spray him?" My voice was weak, but it was an attempt to break myself from the fright that had taken over me. It was Scott. Yes he was angry, but it was Scott.

"What? Wha...what do you mean by that?" He had an uncharacteristically scared look in his honey coloured eyes and I began to question what he thought I meant…What was so horrifying about a spray bottle?

"Well Pavlov classically conditioned dogs to salivate right? He did the same to human kids, so we're just as condition-able as a dog...so get a spray bottle…?" I explained, trying to keep my voice steady. The slight tremors that shook my body were probably only noticeable to myself, but they were there. I had always hated yelling, so it wasn't a surprise that I got scared. I just wish I hadn't. I could hear my heart pounding away in my chest, and felt relieved that the boys couldn't hear it too. I already felt vulnerable, laying out my insecurities the way I was, the last thing I needed was for them to notice my fear.

"So you weren't hinting at...?"

"At what? That Scott's secretly a dog…? No. I was just...I was making a joke...it…it didn't really work did it...?" My voice trailed off and I awkwardly pushed my glasses further up the bridge of my nose. Bad jokes were apparently my last resort to remove tension…really bad jokes about long dead physiologists.

"Not, uh, really…no…" Stiles coughed out, a weak smile pulling at his lips in an attempt to placate me.

A hand came up to snatch my softly shaking one, whether it was nerves or fright or a mixture of both I wasn't sure anymore. "Look…Lottie, Scott's right." A weighty sigh left his lips, and his hand ran through his hair haphazardly as if trying to dislodge something.

"This Ben guy…he was a complete idiot and he put these thoughts into your head…don't ever think that you're not worth our time or that we don't want you around. You're awesome. I-We care about you…" I could no longer hear Scott pacing outside, but it didn't matter because everything seemed to break down into dust and I felt myself crumpling inwards.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for ignoring you two… I thought it was for the best…I…I…"

"Hey…hey…come here" I was pulled forward into a tight hug. My hands grasped at the back of Stiles' shirt pulling it tight enough that I thought I heard a creak as I hide my face into the joint of his neck, breathing in the familiar smell. A hand landed on my back soothing circles being drawn by long fingers, while the other ran through the ends of my hair. Dori would do that sometimes when I was sad. She's sit me down and run a hand through my hair. It was comforting and he was just so warm. The comfort was needed, the grip on me was required because I was shaken and all I could think was sorry and all I could get out were harsh breaths.

"Shh…shhh…" It felt like Stiles knew what he was doing. Like this position was entirely too familiar. He was far too quick to know what slowed my breaths. How did he know to stroke at my hair, or rock me, or just let me clutch at him?

When I finally pulled away I was embarrassed by my display and rubbed my hands over my eyes catching droplets of water I hadn't even noticed. I felt both relieved and exhausted at the same time. "I'm sorry, I should…" I attempted to stand only to be interrupted and pushed gently back onto the sofa.

"Don't say you should go. You aren't Commander Shepard…this isn't about saving the galaxy…you're allowed to let it out every now and again, you don't have to hold it in all the time…" Given any other circumstance I would have laughed at the video game reference, had I not felt like running all over again. Why did I keep running? What was so wrong with me? I wasn't going to run all my life. I refused.

"I Know, I just…it's hard, Stiles" It was. It felt like I was giving too much away. I somewhat understood in that moment why Dori was so eager to not talk about her feelings. Because once you do someone knows your every weakness and every insecurity. They know how to manipulate you. How to unwind you and undo you. Unravel you like a roll of bandages. Part of me saw the appeal of being so close to someone that they knew me so intimately…the other part thought it was bloody scary.

"I know." The silence that fell wasn't like some of our previous ones. This one was comfortable and allowed me to hear the tell-tale thumping of Scott's footsteps making their way back to the living room where Stiles and I sat. I felt calmer. The weight of the past week was slowly falling off of my shoulders and while everything wasn't exactly back to normal or completely care-free, it was something…It was a goddamn start. That's all I needed-a start.

I turned to watch him appear in the doorway. He looked calmer. More like his usual puppy dog self. Although he looked slightly uncomfortable as he leant against the door way, a hand rubbing his shoulder nervously. I guess going off on one in front of your friend might not be the most comfortable situation…well I knew it wasn't. I'd certainly done it before. It was like accidentally punching the wrong person…a whole bunch of trouble.

"Uh, hey guys…" He coughed uncomfortably, a raspy choking sound that had my face scrunching up. "Look, Charlotte…I'm Sorry, uh, for getting angry earlier. I just…it isn't right, what he did." I could see the anger bubbling away underneath the surface, little drip drops of uncovered rage that wanted to get out and rant and scream. But that he controlled. I was grateful for those two things. Grateful that he felt so strongly about this, that he cared, and grateful that he kept it under control.

"I know…it's okay Scott" I smiled up at him and shuffled my way towards him, looping my short arms around his waist in a quick hug. He needed to know that we were okay, that it was all okay. That we were still friends and that I still wanted to be around him. Or maybe I needed to know that he knew that?

"Which is exactly why you're going to leave it to Scott and I to formulate a plan of attack!" Stiles cheered from the sofa. He was sat forward, chin resting on his fingertips, a somewhat maniacal grin set in place. He looked like he was some sort of villain plotting the world's demise. Scott shook his head humorously and slowly at his best friend. The Wonder Twins were back…not that they'd never been…but I hadn't been around had I?

"Plan…of attack…?" I ventured slowly, my brow furrowed, eyes looking between the two of them. Were they going to kill him? I mean Ben could be a bitch, but he was still my friend and…well I didn't quite agree with murder. It didn't sit morally well with me is all. Not that I'd object to him being taught a lesson. Something to jog a little humanity into his soul…I swear I was friends with a Demon.

"A prank." Scott clarified, pushing me forward further into the room. The boys had a habit of that, pushing me around and about like I was some sort of rag doll. They were never mean about it mind you…just they seemed to like directing me around a lot.

"What're you going to do? He's all the way in England?" He was all the way on the South Coast in a little town with a castle and a few shops and a pub or two. It was a pretty long flight away and I doubted they'd want to go all the way out there for a prank. And the Sheriff might just kill Stiles if he did, as I'm sure would Mrs. McCall.

"We'll figure something out...trust us" And yet I felt like I shouldn't. There was a mischief there that told me that Stiles was all for killing, maiming, and/or torturing the boy. It was like looking at Loki himself, except in the form of a mortal human boy with pale skin, fragile bones, and a whole lot of sarcasm.

"Fine…but today is about hanging out so…no more sadness and no more plotting! We're going to do something fun..." It was only early afternoon and I was determined to get past all the absolute rubbish that had happened and just have fun. I didn't care if that meant stuffing my face or watching a movie, just so long as I had my two buddies and a few laughs before I had to go back home to the awkward tension. God…I still had to deal with mum at some point.

"Agreed" They spoke in unison and we all collapsed on the sofa, spending the next hour just trying to decide on a movie. Stiles was still arguing for Star Wars, but Scott was adamant that he wasn't watching it. We eventually compromised on a crappy horror flick that none of us watched. It was what I needed. Poking fights and uncontrollable laughter mixed with a large amount of junk food and a reminder that these two were pretty darn good at making me feel happy again.

When I finally left Scott's it was dark outside, the waning moon was high in the sky and the air was completely chilled. There was something unnerving about the silence and loneliness that Beacon Hills portrayed at night and sometimes during the day. It was such an empty expanse of space with so many trees and an unbelievable amount of creepy howling wind noises. By the time I got in my car I was sufficiently ragged around the edges, but still somewhat comfortable from my hang out with the boys, and by the time I reached my house I was ready to collapse into bed.

Except when I opened the front door Dori stood there, an eager and over excited expression on her face, hair completely askew and an apparent will to drag me off for a little chat. "I need to talk to you!"


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