Leaves of Three leave them be
Chapter 1: Stiles POV
Waking up to a text from last night coming from Scott suggesting that I stay home today was weird. Especially coming from Scott who has been on our ass with the whole school attendance. Ever since Issac almost got held back for failing most of his classes because he missed important lessons because of the pack's escapades if it wasn't for me and Lydia spending most of our time tutoring Issac he would have been. After that Scott has made sure that we miss as little of school as possible well as possible as a pack of teens with a grump barley adult sour wolf alpha who always seem to get into some kind of trouble. So seeing a text from Scott saying that I should stay home had my interest peak as well as my concern. Especially if it's some kind of supernatural drama again right.
Why, is there another supernatural problem? Are they at the school or are does our great old alpha sour wolf trying to keep the fragile humans out of it again? I ask concerned. Not seeing those bubbles you do when someone is texting you back I check the time and am surprised at how early it is. The sun is barely up that makes sense even though most times than not Scott's up before me on the nights I go to bed at least even with my ADHD but even he wouldn't be up at this time, Setting my phone back down I laid back down hoping to get a little more sleep before my numerous alarms wake me up.
I was almost asleep when my ADHD decided to kick in making me feel very awake. I sat up feeling like that one time I had ten red bulls in under 20 minutes if I remember correctly both Scoot and Issac had to hold me down till I had a big sugar crash. I was out for almost 11 hours straight. It's probably because I actually got a full night of rest since well for as long as I can remember.
And my thoughts have gotten off track again. Getting up I put my phone back on the charger and then grab my meds from my desk. Since I can't take my meds without food and that I woke up far too early in my opinion but since I have the time I could do something I love that I haven't had the chance to do in a long while, cook. Well, that and baking but it's too early for that even if we have the ingredients for that. Entering the hall I shivered at the drop in temperature. Heading down the hall I notice my dad's door open and not hearing any clamoring downstairs so he's apparently already gone to work.
Downstairs the first thing I notice is how messy the house is. I guess with dad covering Clark's and Parish's schedules while she's on maternity leave and he's visiting family and I've been so busy with school and saving self-sacrificing idiots from doing idiotic things that neither of us has had time to clean the house. But geez I didn't think it was this bad. There are unfolded clothes on the sofa and DVDs everywhere and soda cans and old take-out boxes on the table and floor. The need to clean the house was strong but the rumbling in my stomach more so. Cleaning the house will have to wait till after school hopefully not any longer than that.
In the kitchen, I grab a frying pan only to realize that I don't even know what I want to eat. Humming in thought it took me a moment to register that I was humming the song Mom use to sing when she made her special breakfast on special days like the first day of school. Thinking about that brought back memories that I've been long trying to forget. Pushing those thoughts down I wipe my eyes glad no one around to see. Since I already have a pan out I might as well make some bacon and eggs with my secret ingredient. Pulling the eggs and packet of bacon out of the fridge I started on the eggs while the bacon defrosts a little.
Halfway cooked I put in a little bit of hot sauce making them the best eggs ever although Scott and Dad think it gross but what do they know if not for me dad's cholesterol world be off the chart and Scott oh Scotty would probably be dead by now or he wouldn't be a wolf. A dark voice that sounds suspiciously like Gerard whispered. Now that's something I don't want to think about. So I do what I always do with a problem that I don't have to handle I ignore it till I can't anymore.
That is exactly what I did keeping myself distracted enough with breakfast and then taking a nice relaxing long shower. Securing my towel around my waist I decided since it such a good day I wear a classic Stiles outfit especially since it will drive Lydia up the wall the second she gets sight of the flannel over a black T-shirt and ratty jeans. Walking with a pep in my step I left my room to go style my hair.
Halfway back down the hall I opened the window taking in the peacefulness outside. Closing my eyes as a warm wind brushed through the backyard. I opened my eyes to see a family of deer galloping in and out of the trees. The wait is it galloping or canter or maybe it is dash, huh. Before I could get too distracted a chime sound alerting me to a text coming from my room. 'Finally, I don't know how I had the patients not to text him tell he responses but oh shoot I forgot to close the window!' I scrambled back down the hall to close and lock it before a bird gets in. 'I am so glad I didn't forget to do that otherwise dad will have a fit especially since I have a gut feeling that today is going to be a good day.'