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The weeks had flown by and already we were getting ready for Halloween. The leaves had fallen off the trees surrounding our house and we raked them into small piles on our front lawn, sticking out little plastic tombstones that my dad had bought off the internet. Our house was a little ways away from most other people, so it was unlikely that we would get any trick-or-treaters, but I was going to ask a few people if they'd like to come hang out since my dad had to work that night. He said he'd take the extra night shift in the ER considering there were plenty of stupid teenagers in this town and they always seemed to get their hands on booze somehow. Nothing big, just a couple friends that I had made since the start of the school year. There was Scott and his girlfriend, Lydia Martin the apparent goddess of fashion in the school who shared my love of scientific research, Danny from the Lacrosse team and his +1, and of course Stiles. I figured out that there wasn't anything going on between him and Lydia about 2 weeks ago when I was sitting at the Starbucks on a Saturday finishing up my science report about covalent bonds.
Flash Back
I was listening to the newest Album from Lindsey Stirling and sipping a caramel macchiato with extra whip cream when she came over and tapped me on my shoulder. I started and pulled out my headphones quickly, smiling and invited her to sit with me. She asked me how I was settling into the neighbor hood and I suddenly realized what this was. A girl who seemed like she would otherwise never speak to me was being nice and trying to strike up conversation… she could see I had the hots for her boyfriend. My palms started to sweat and I decided I needed to tell her that whatever she thought was going on wasn't and that I wasn't a threat.
"Lydia? I know what you're trying to do. I just want you to know that I have no interest in getting in the way of you and stiles. I just want to be friends ok?" I said keeping my eyes glued to her face, waiting for her reaction. She blinked shocked… and then she burst out laughing? Well that really wasn't what I was expecting…
"Oh! OH my god. Stiles isn't my boyfriend. If that's what you thought this was about then maybe you're not as smart as I thought you were. So let's say we forget that little outburst and start over okay?" her face was red and she was smiling from ear to ear. I must've looked like an idiot to her…
"I am so sorry…" I muttered, my face burning hotter by the minute. "I'm just gonna go hide in my homework and pretend I'm an amoeba." I smacked my head into my book on the table and she gave a very loud giggle. I smiled. Well, I guess that's one way to make a first impression.
"Can I buy you a coffee to make up for it?" I asked.
"If you're buying me a coffee then I'll give you a hand with that mess over there." She pointed to my severely eraser damaged homework. I had spent most of the day on it, but trying to make the words come out of my brain in the right sequence was incredibly hard. Not to mention all the equations for cells and other crap that was involved. I was really good with memorizing definitions and quotes, but numbers had me absolutely stumped.
From that day on we were pretty close friends, I'd hang out at her house and get help with science homework and watch her pick out clothes like she owned Gucci. And occasionally we'd go out and do stuff like, catch a movie or check out a new coffee place. Seeing as we were both addicted to the stuff it wasn't hard to please our taste in caffeine.
So it wasn't going to be a big gathering or anything. Just a few friends who would enjoy a cheesy horror remake and some snacks. And by snacks I mean a whole ton of candy. Every year my dad would buy pounds of candy from the store. It used to drive me and mom nuts because we never got rid of all of it. But now it's just another thing that we do as a family. Besides, if it's 10 am on Halloween and you don't have a stomach ache then you're not doing it right.
It was a Saturday and I sat on the porch wearing my favorite sweatshirt and ripped jeans. It was too early for a costume but if had some torn up clothes that I could make into an instant zombie if I needed them. Most of the people coming today said they would be over around 3 or 4, but Stiles and Scott said they could be over by noon. So here I was, sitting there waiting… and clearly not caring that it was still 10 am. Despite not having any trick or treaters we still put up some decorations. There weren't many houses on our street but there was a lot of traffic so we decorated the yard with old cardboard tombstones and my dad's favorite skeleton clinked as it swung from a tree branch in the yard. I wanted to put out the lights and fog machine but that box seemed to have gotten lost in the move. My music played from my phone between my hands and I enjoyed the wind whipping about the porch. The fallen leaves skittered along like they were having a race.
As enjoyable as it was outside, I was getting cold and wanted some tea. I stood and turned, heading back into the house when my vision blurred and my legs gave way from beneath me. I fell into a crumpled heap on the porch. I took deep breaths and kept the panic at bay. This would pass and I'd get back up and go on with my life. But in truth I was terrified. This had never happened to me before and I didn't know what to expect. Slowly I could feel the strength come back to my legs and I stood up. The wind had gone completely still and everything was silent. I pushed myself up in what seemed like slow motion. The darkness around my eyes started pushing in and I felt cold, like all of the warmth was being sapped from me. I looked out at the yard and took a steadying breath.
There was a car in the road, sitting in front of my house. Maybe they had seen me fall. I waved, but the window never rolled down and the car didn't move.
"Hey!" I called out waving again. There was still no sign of life. I went down to the car and as I stepped through the leaves I saw them scatter up slightly above the ground and then hang there as if suspended. I bent down and pressed a finger to the leaf. It twisted in the air and only moved when I touched it. I picked up a handful from the ground and stood up with my arms in front of me. I closed my eyes and let the leaves go.
