So I got pretty excited about writing Season 2...so here's the next chapter!
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Also...22 days to Season 5! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Madison's POV:
"Just like that. No, no, you first." Stiles mumbled in his slept next to me while I texted some of my non-supernatural friends. I giggled at him as he sprawled out across three chairs. "Me first?" I stood and snapped a picture of his face with the balloon I bought for Lydia tied around his wrist. Time to send that to Raf. We had only been able to talk to Lydia for a few minutes before they told us we had to leave so she could get some sleep. Lydia's father came out as I sat back down and stared at the two of us.
"They've been here all night?" He asked Ms. McCall. I snickered as Stiles made kissy faces.
"They've been here all weekend, aside from the first night and running home to shower." A nurse came over to empty the garbage can by Stiles' face.
"You're dirty." He muttered. Oh my god. Was he having a wet dream? The nurse rolled her eyes at him. I should probably wake him before he embarrasses himself further. I gave his arm a slap, causing him to twitch as he sat up. He looked around confused for a second before he saw me. His cheeks grew rosy as he looked at me, refusing to make eye contact.
"Pleasurable dream?" I teased. Stiles' cheeks grew redder as I laughed at him I winced as laughing caused the stiches on my stomach to hurt.
"Uh…what?" He asked, sounding a little panicked, like I knew what he was dreaming about. I chuckled at him.
"Nothing. Do you mind going to get us some Reese? I need some sugar." Stiles nodded and stood up. He moved to take a step but stopped and smiled down at me.
"Come with me." Stiles held out his hands for me, smiling a heart-stopping smile. I couldn't help but smile back and take his hand as we walked to the vending machine. Stiles began to put in coins as he talked to me. "Sooo…do you think….like would you like to…" Stiles punched in the number and groaned as the Reese's failed to fall out. Stiles pushed the button a few times. He let out a sigh. "Seriously? Come…" I banged on the machine a little before Stiles copied my movements. Stiles shook the machine a little, rocking it back and forth.
"Be careful! You know vending machines kill more people a year than sharks do." I told him. Stiles scoffed at me.
"Please, those people didn't know what they were doing. I know what I'm doing." I watched as Stiles hugged the machine and tried to shake it. "That's not gonna work." He muttered to himself. He grabbed the top and tried rocking it, but rocked it too hard. Stiles and I moved out of the way just as the machine fell to the ground. Stiles still had his hands up, like he was still trying to stop the machine from falling down. His eyes were wide as he looked at me.
"Yeah, the other people didn't know what they were doing." I said with a straight face before I broke down into hysterical laughter. Stiles gave me an unimpressed look as he looked at the machine; obviously trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. We were broken out of our predicament by a high shrill scream coming from what sounded like Lydia's room. Stiles and I ran to her room at the same time as Ms. McCall and Lydia's father. I ran quickly to the bathroom when I saw she wasn't in the bedroom, but it was empty. The only thing there was an open bathroom window. Stiles father was instantly called. I quickly pocketed Lydia's gown.
"Stiles, message Scott. We have to go looking for her. I'll get Raf and Garrett to look." I told him quietly.
"I don't get it. Raf and Derek said her scent was normal. Her bite wasn't healing. She shouldn't be going all howl at the moon. It's not even a full moon!" Stiles spoke as he texted. We walked past the Sheriff as he talked to his deputy.
"All right, let's get an APB out on a 16-year-old redhead. Any other descriptors?" He asked Lydia's Father. Stiles stuck his head into the conversation.
"5'3", green eyes, fair-skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde." Stiles told everyone. We stared at him. "I use to have a crush on her." He explained. My heart swelled at the past tense.
"Is that right?" The Sheriff asked sarcastically.
"Yeah." Stiles answered. The Sheriff grabbed onto the back of Stiles neck and yanked him a few steps away, talking in hushed whispers. They both glanced at me before Stiles father shoved him forward. I smiled as I scurried past the Sheriff. Stiles and I glanced at the workers that were looking at the fallen vending machine before looking at each other with wide eyes before we quickened our pace out of the hospital. As we got to Stiles' jeep, Scott was already waiting inside if for us. I quickly hopped in the back and pulled out the gown, handing it to Scott.
"This is the one she was just wearing?" Scott asked me. I nodded in response. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again." Scott told us. Stiles had the guilty look on his face again.
"All right, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her." Stiles told him. As Stiles turned on the lights, Allison appeared out of nowhere. "Wow!"
"What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us." Scott whispered to her as they talked outside the window.
"I don't care, she is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do." Allison plead.
"I can find her before the cops can." Scott assured her. I sighed. I really didn't feel like wasting my time with her. She had shown that she couldn't be trusted. We were one speed bump away in our lives from her turning psycho hunter on us again.
"How about before my father does?" Allison got all of our attention now.
"He knows?" Stiles asked, sounding slightly pissed.
"Yes. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs." Allison told us.
"Search party." Scott stated.
"More like a hunting party." Allison and I said at the same time. We looked at each other. I gave her a look of indifference as her face looked at me sadly.
"Get in." Scott said, jumping out to let her crawl in the back with me. I scooted over, making room for her as Stiles began to drive. It was quiet for a few beats as Scott gave Stiles directions.
"You're mad at me?" Allison asked.
"More like I don't trust you." I simply told her, trying to stay as indifferent toward her as possible.
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that? I mean, you're the one who kept the truth about your brother, friend, Derek, and Scott from me." Allison countered in an angry voice. Oh, hell no! She did not just go there!
"Why the hell would I trust a girl from a hunters family that hunts werecreatures with information about werecreatures that I happened to care about when I hardly know her." I snapped, glaring at her. "Besides, you didn't really handle the situation well from what I heard. You shot my friends." Allison looked down sort of shamefully.
"We can have a friends therapy session later." Stiles interrupted. "If she's turning would they actually kill her?"
"I don't know. They won't tell me anything." Allison responded, sounding pretty upset about it. "All they say is, we'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here."
"What others?" Stiles and I asked at the same time.
"I don't…they won't tell me that either." Allison confessed. I let out a huff.
"Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on." Allison nodded in agreeance with Stiles. "Scott, are we going the right way?" I glanced over at Scott whose entire upper torso was sticking out of the Jeep.
"Take the next right!" He yelled to us. I couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled in my chest as I watched him.
"Are none of us going to address that the wolf is sticking his head out the car window?" I asked. Allison sent me an unimpressed look, but Stiles smiled at me in the mirror.
"Woof. Woof." Scott said sarcastically, only causing me to laugh harder.
Raf's POV:
A shrill scream sounded in the distance. "Did you hear that?" I asked Derek and Garrett from where they sat next to me. They both nodded their heads as they looked at me in confusion.
"Well I didn't." Patrick said through a mouthful of popcorn.
"Should it worry us…or…" I trailed off as my phone buzzed on the table. I snatched it up, quickly scanning it. "Lydia ran off from the hospital. She's missing. Madison wants us to go and look for her…there's also a picture of Stiles hanging upside down and drooling as he has a balloon tied to his wrist…" I told them. Garrett, Derek, and I stood up, but Patrick kept sitting.
"Aren't you coming, oh over protective one?" Garrett sassed at Patrick who just rolled his eyes in response.
"I don't even like Lydia. The only thing that doesn't repulse me about her is how hot she is." Patrick told her.
"And when exactly has that stopped you before…?" Garrett asked. Patrick opened his mouth, then closed it and nodded in agreeance. "Just help us look. Do it for Madison." Patrick sighed and followed us out the door.
"Take the bike and look around town." I said, throwing him the keys. He saluted me as the three of us ran off in the woods. We didn't talk as we ran, sniffing instead as we tried to find Lydia. We paused when a new scent hit our nose.
"Whose is that?" Garrett asked us.
"Well it has to be an omega. You haven't given the bite to anyone yet, right?" I asked Derek. He didn't answer. "Well then who did you give it to?"
"Jackson." Garrett groaned at the confession. "But it doesn't smell like him either." Derek answered, looking around in confusion.
"Jackson…that prick you were going to kill the other day?" I asked. Derek nodded. "I thought nobody liked him, not even you. Why would you bite someone you can't stand?" Derek just shrugged. I sniffed the air again, catching another scent. "Do you smell the second scent?" I asked. They shook their head at me.
"We should split up." Derek said.
"What! Why?" Garrett squeaked out. Derek and I looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"You aren't scared, are you?" I asked, smiling as I taunted him. He scoffed at me.
"Yeah, what's not scary about this forest? It's only where other more experienced werecreatures roam that may or may not be killers. Not to mention what ever other supernatural things are here that I just don't know about yet." Garrett snapped. Derek and I glanced at each other. Well…he did have a point. "Not all of us can have as big of balls as you and Derek, Raf." I chuckled turning around to talk to Derek, but something hit my back.
"What the hell…" I looked over my shoulder to see a beetle the size of the palm of my hand on my back. I screeched loudly as Garrett smacked it on my back. I could hear it buzzing as it began to fly. I buried my face into Derek's chest, gripping his dark gray shirt tightly. There were a few minutes of silence as the buzzing faded out.
"Don't worry Raf, you're a girl again. Your balls fell off a few second ago." Garrett teased, before bursting out laughing. I glanced up at Derek, who was looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face.
"Haha…there aren't any more are there?" I asked softly, huddling back closer to Derek's chest.
"Well, I mean…this is the woods…so probably." Garrett told me before going back to laughing. I let out a long sigh as I rested my forehead back on Derek's chest.
"There aren't any more around us, so stop freaking out." Derek grumbled out. I could feel his chest vibrating through my body as he spoke. I looked up at him, the top of my head coming to his chin. We held eye contact for a second. I could feel my cheeks heating up and my heart start to quicken. Derek's face remained impassive but he continued to stare at me intently. Garrett's continued laughter pulled me out from the trance into Derek's eyes. I gave Derek a slap on the chest before running after the new scent. I could hear Derek and Garrett following me. The scent led us to a graveyard. We found a werewolf that was digging up a grave and eating its content. Derek roared at him, scaring him off. My ears caught a second heartbeat from beneath the over turned bulldozer. I crept to the edge of the grave and looked beneath it. I could make out a scared teens face.
"Don't worry, we'll get you out." I said right as I heard the creaking of metal. I turned to see Derek lifting the bulldozer by himself. That…is pretty hot. Derek walked ominously slow to the edge of the grave while I slowly stood up. Garrett came to stand beside me so he too could look down into the grave.
"Isaac?" Garrett asked in surprise. I saw recognition pass over Isaac's face as he looked at Garrett.
"Need a hand?" Derek asked in a deep voice.
Fun Fact: Raf's only phobia is of bugs (as you can see).