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Teen wolf was great tonight. WHO'S READY FOR THE KISS IN THE NEXT EPISODE? LIKE 1 WEEK UNTIL A POSSIBLE CANNON
And I have no idea if I said earlier in the story if Scott and Allison were together. They're not
Onto the chapter!

After purchasing the dresses, the two girls headed to the food court for some much needed snacks. For Lydia a pretzel, and for Allison fries. The two girls had just sat down, and were nibbling their snacks when each girls phone starting ringing. For Lydia, it was Stiles; for Allison it was Scott. Both girls knew something had to of been going on.

"Lydia, you have to get down here right now. Be safe, and if anything happens call me." Was all he said before hanging up. From the look on Allison's face, Scott had clearly told Allison something along those lines. The girls looked at each other, nodded, and ran to the car.

An apprehensive 8 minutes later, the girl pulled into Scott's driveway after driving well over the speed limit. Lydia jumped out of the car, practically before it stopped, and ran into the house- she didn't even knock. She plowed up the stairs, where she saw Stiles waiting at the top. She jumped into his waiting arms and he held on tight, whispering in her ear: "we're going under lockdown." Before pulling her into Stiles room with him.

"Okay, girls, here's what's going on," Scott began, looking at them wearily. "The two new wolves are brother and sister, their names are Olivia and Josh. Josh wants the key to becoming human again. Olivia wants to kill the true alpha. We are all in serious trouble! Especially Lydia and I! We don't know how they plan on obtaining what they want, but it'll come soon," Scott finished, eyeing the girls.

"We don't even know why I'm immune! How do they expect to figure it out?" Lydia grumbled, and Allison noticed she had ended up in Stiles jacked with Stiles arm draped around her. Scott hung his head and dryly whispered:

"I don't know. All I know is that we are on lockdown for the rest of this long weekend. You all are staying here until Tuesday when school starts again, no protests." Scott dictated, sitting beside Allison on the floor.

"Don't worry, Lydia," Stiles whispered, probably assuming no one else could hear. "I'll always protect you. No ones going to lay a mangey finger on you." His voice became strained, and Lydia put her hand over his heart.

"Calm down. You're hearts beating way too fast. I can't have you going under cardiac arrest on me," She joked, but her eyes began to harden. "Don't you worry about me. Worry about you," she told him. Scott cleared his throat, and the pair looked over at him.

"I guess we better get some games out to play!"

A game of monopoly, a game of life, one romantic comedy, 2 pans of brownies, and one game of B.S later, Stiles was carrying a weary Lydia up the stairs. Lydia and Allison were taking the safe upstairs, while Scott and Stiles slept on the couches downstairs. Lydia had told Stiles she could walk, but Stiles had insisted on carrying her. Soon, they had reached upstairs and Stiles had deposited the sleepy teen on the bed.

"Stay with me," she sleepily slurred, touching Stiles forearm to stop him. He looked into her green eyes and knew he had to. He sat back down, and rolled under the covers, wrapping Lydia in his arms.

"Of course I will," he whispered, kissing her forehead as she drifted to a peaceful sleep. He fell asleep very soon after, his beautiful girlfriend would tightly into him, their hands intertwined.

Scott and Allison sat downstairs, giggling at nothing. Scott was smiling more than he had in a long time. Sure, he and Allison weren't together, but this was the happiest he'd felt in a long time. Allison sighed, running a hand though her long black hair.

"Stiles has been gone an awfully long time!" Allison yawned, putting her head on Scott's shoulder. "I wonder what he's doing,"

"Probably getting another hickey," Scott snorted, but then covered his mouth. "Oops!" He laughed. He hasn't meant to totally sell Stiles out.

"Hickey?" Allison gaped, her eyes widening. "Lydia had a hickey! She said it was a bruise but... What if she got it from him? What if they're together and not telling us? Well, that's crazy! They wouldn't do that! Lydia tells me everything!" Allison rambled. Scott opened his mouth to reply when all Hell broke loss.

The sound of breaking glass emitted all across the house. Lydia let out an ear piercing scream. Stiles let out a huge groan. A hiss sounded. A thump. Lydia screaming Stiles name over and over, in absolute hysterics.

Lydia began screaming even louder then, and she was suddenly at the bottom of the stair as if thrown there. Scott had stood up, but he hasn't been able to act soon enough. Lydia was covered in glass and blood. Her eyes were filled with tears, and a completely pained cry escaped her mouth.

"Lydia? Are you hurt?" Allison screamed, running to her best friend.

"I'm fine, I'm okay," Lydia breathed, but soon she broke until a whole new set of wrecked sobs. "It's Stiles. She took Stiles."

Wow. Cliffhanger, huh?
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