Scott and Stiles couldn't wait to see each other. They hadn't been able to hang out at all the entire summer. Stiles' dad had been so overwhelmed at work that even the mayor decided he was in need of a vacation. So the Sheriff and his son had set out visit a cousin of Stiles' for the summer.
That didn't stop Scott and Stiles from talking everyday. They would tell each other news, like how Scott had a new step dad and sister, or the time Stiles was camping with his cousin when he was bitten by an unknown animal and rushed to the hospital where the wound had healed before he could make it to surgery.
For some reason they had lost contact for the last week and now Stiles and his dad were on their way home a day early. There was a vexing murder that left the temporarily appointed sherriff in confusion. Thus summoning the return of the real sherriff.
As soon as the car reached the driveway Stiles was ready to go see Scott but his dad forced him to at least bring his luggage inside. Stiles stubborly carried his luggage up to his room with more ease than he thought ever possible before he rushed to his Jeep and stormed off to Scott's house.
As Stiles reached Scott's house so did a burgundy SUV. Stiles parked his Jeep and hopped out meeting the line of sight of a man who looked to be about fourty.
Stiles froze wondering who this was when the man spoke. "You must be Stiles, Scott's friend?" The guy asked.
"Uh, best friend." Stiles corrected. "And who are you?"
"I'm Chris." The man dropped the groceries in one of his hands to hold it out for a shake which Stiles reluctantly took.
Stiles' mind was moving at a thousand miles per hour trying to figure out who Chris was and why he was bringing groceries to his best friend's house. "Oh!" Stiles shouted in realisation, managing to shock the man. "You're Mellissa's new boyfriend."
"Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you." Chris spoke as the passenger side door of his truck swung open. "This is my daughter Allison." He said as she stepped out of the truck.
For some reason to Stiles everything was going in slow motion. She was gorgeous. Dark brown curly hair, beautiful brown eyes, and those dimples. 'Oh God.' Stiles thought to himself as he gulped.
The way Stiles was staring at his daughter wasn't lost on Chris. "Care to help with the groceries?" Chris all but demanded handing Stiles the groceries before he could answer.
"Uh, sure." Stiles said under his breath already heading up the stairs.
"Oh lemme get the door." Allison called as she sprinted up the porch. She twisted the doorknob but it was locked. "Hey dad?" She began.
"I have a key." Stiles said. "Just grab my keys out of my pocket." He said and she gave him a weird look but complied.
Sticking her hand into his pocket she began to ruffle around, fumbling with his phone, and what felt like a condom before actually finding the keys. She yanked her hand out in a fast motion with the keys.
"It's the blue one." Stiles nodded.
Once the door was openned he carried the groceries in and straight to the kitchen.
Stiles sat the groceries down on the counter and turned around. Mellissa surprised him and he showed it with what sounded like a squeak.
"Did I scare you?" She stiffled a laugh.
"A little." He answered. "I didn't know you were home." He said.
"Neither did I." She answered. "When'd you guys get back?" She refurred to Stiles and his dad's trip.
"About ten minutes ago." He said. "Is Scott home?"
"Yeah, he's upstairs." She said and he nearly ran her over getting upstairs.
"Scott!" He yelled as he burst into the room.
Scott was sitting on his bed tieing his lacrosse net. "Stiles!" He tossed the net to the side and hugged his best friend. "I thought you weren't gonna get back until tomorrow?"
"Never mind that, we have one day of summer to spend together, what're we doing first?" Stiles asked and Scott's excitement seemed to go out the window. "What's wrong?"
"Have you met them?" Scott asked and Stiles knew he was refurring to his new step family.
"Yeah, I did." Stiles nodded.
"That's what's wrong. Anything we try to do they're gonna make us take Allison. Like it's my fault they're new in town and she doesn't have any friends."
"Well, why's that so wrong Scott, she doesn't seem all that bad to me."
"That's because you haven't spent a month living with her."
"Scott." Stiles said firmly. "We haven't hung out all summer. So I don't care if I have to drag you out of this house, we are not sitting inside on the last day of summer so you can complain about the hot girl that you somehow live with." Stiles chastised him.
"Ok fine. But don't complain when she totally ruins everything."
"Deal, now come on!"
"Where are we even gonna go?" Scott asked.
"Do you know why we came home so early?" Stiles asked. "There was a half of a body found in the woods. We're gonna go find the other half." Stiles said and he could see the excitement on Scott's features.
"Fine, but you better not feint when you see it." Scott said,
The two boys were stopped in the middle of a stampede down the stairs. "Where do you two think you're going?" Mellissa asked.
"Where..."
"Um..."
"We..." The two stammered on.
"They were gonna take me to the mall since I don't know where it is." Allison chimed out of nowhere.
"Oh, how nice." Mellissa said. "Just be back by dinner. Stiles, I assume you'll be joining us."
"You know I'd never pass up your cooking." Stiles said.
"See ya mom." Scott ended the conversation before it could go any further. The three teens rushed out the door and straight for Stiles' Jeep.
"Okay, so I assume we're dropping you at the mall." Scott said to Allison once they had left his house.
"Nope." She answered settling in the back seat.
"You can't go with us." He said flat out.
"Scott." Stiles called.
"She can't go with us." He repeated.
"Dude, she did just aliby us."
"We didn't need an aliby."
"You and I always need an aliby, especially for what we're about to do today." Stiles spoke.
"What're we about to do?" Allison asked.
"Nothing." Scott said stubbornly.
"We're going to look for a body in the woods." Said Stiles.
"You mean the other half of the body found last night?" She asked.
"Yup." Stiles grinned. "I heard it was some sort of animal attack."
"Speaking of animal attack." Scott suddenly was full of curiosity. "Let's see it."
"See what?" Allison asked.
"Stiles was bitten by an animal in the woods and by the time he made it to the hospital it was healed." Scott said.
"Ooh, I wanna see it." Allison perked up.
"There's nothing to see." Stiles waved them off. "It healed."
"Wouldn't it leave a scar?" Allison asked.
"According to Stiles, it didn't." Scott said.
"Am I sensing doubt in your tone?" Stiles asked Scott.
"You sure are, because you're fulla shit." He laughed.
"I'm not lying." Stiles said simply.
"I wont believe it until I see it."
"I read about something like that, in a book I got from my aunt." Allison said. "Getting bit in the woods, super fast healing."
"What was it called?" Stiles asked.
"It was called:' Pour etre un loup maudit. '" Allison spoke in french.
"To be a cursed wolf." Stiles translated surprising his fellow teenagers.
" Tu parle francais?(You speak french?)" Allison smiled internally. She'd known french all her life and up to this point had yet to meet another person her age who spoke the language.
" Oui. (Yes.)" Stiles smiled visibly.
Scott sat back and rolled his eyes.
" C'est interessant.(That's interesting.)" She smiled back.
" Interessant ou intrigante? (Interesting or intriguing?)"
" Ne vous flattez pas, cher. (Don't flatter yourself, dear.)"
" Aww, meme pas un peu? (Aww, not even a little bit?" He feined a pout.
"Okay, I'm starting to get uncomfortable." Scott interupted. The two seized their conversation and sat back with sly grinns plastered on their faces.
Stiles' Jeep came to a hault and the three finally climbed out. With it being about two o'clock in the afternoon there wasn't a need for a flashlight.
'Beacon Hills preserve. (No entry after dark)' The sign hung from a chain.
"Why does it say that?" Allison asked. "No entry after dark."
"Because wierd things always happen here after dark." Stiles shrugged as he stepped over the chain before turning to help Allison over.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked stepping over last.
"Ha, I didn't even think about that." Stiles answered.
"And uh, what if whatever killed the body is still out here?" Scott asked again.
"Also something I didn't think about." Stiles admitted.
"It's comforting to know you planned this out with your usual attention to detail."
"I know." Stiles said.
The only sounds for a while were the sounds of leaves crunching under their feet and their grunts as they trecked through the trees.
"Why are we even looking for this body." Allison asked and the two boys looked at her like she had just kicked a puppy.
"Because it's a dead body." Scott said.
"You don't wanna see a dead body?" Stiles asked.
"It's not something on my bucketlist." She shrugged.
"Oh my God." Stiles looked away like he couldn't stand looking at her anymore.
"Told you." Scott said.
Almost an hour later.
"Stiles, there's no body out here, we wouldv'e found it by now." Scott said.
"Yeah, I think you're right." Stiles agreed.
"Great, can we get out of here now?" Allison asked but started walking back before they could answer.
"Do you guys smell that?" Stiles asked.
"No."
"Smell what?"
"I don't know, it's like a wet dog smell." He said. "It's really strong."
"I don't smell any wet dogs." Scott said. "Let's just go."
"Oh!" Stiles shouted scaring them both. "I can smell it!" He exclaimed.
"Smell what?" Allison asked.
"The body, I smell the body." He began running slowly in the direction the smell lead him.
"Stiles wait!" Scott called as he and Allison ran behind him.
"How do you even know that it's the body that you can smell?" Allison asked.
"Because, it smells like something dead." He said coming to a complete halt. "This is where it stops." They all looked around.
Scott took a step forward and completely disappeared out of sight with a yell. "Woah!"
"Scott!" Stiles called to him from the top of the hill that Scott just rolled down.
"Stiles, I think I hound something." Scott called.
"What is it?" Stiles called back.
"I found the body." He stared down at the upper half of a woman, lying flat on her chest, eyes openned looking almost at Scott, which unnerved him.
Stiles, in a super-cordinated swoosh found himself sliding down the hill, one palm planted in the dirt so that he could lean back enough to not flip forward but still keep himself from losing his balance. As he neared the bottom he kicked himself away from ground to flip forward and land on one bent knee and one corrisponding hand.
"Whoa!" Scott exclaimed. "How did you do that?"
"I don't know." Stiles looked at his hands in amazement. "No idea."
Allison was next to come down, starting slowly so that she could maintain control of her body, but soon finding that gravity had other plans. Her upper body leaned forward against it's will, forcing her feet and legs to move faster so she didn't fall. The girl found herself running full speed down the steep slope, moving too fast for safety, knowing there was no way to avoid the bottom where she would soon collide with the ground.
She let out a low grunt as she closed her eyes preparing for impact but instead of the sharp pain of bark against skin she was met by a firm soft surface. Her face against cloth, smelling a thin layer of cologne. She doesn't know why but istead of openning her eyes to investigate she just stayed in place. Accepting the comforting touch as a pair of arms kept her from falling to the ground when she collided with him. Breathing in his smell deep, holding close until it was weird and then still holding on for a bit longer.
She finally openned her eyes slowly to spot his trained on her seriously. Wonder in his eyes. He was wondering, maybe about why she stayed that way, maybe about why she didn't, maybe about her well being, she would never know because she can't read minds. She can read faces, sure, but she can't read minds.
She slowly takes a step back and watches him watch her. Scott behind his back, back to staring at the body. But here they were, ignoring the fact that a once was living breathing creature laid lifeless close by.
She blinked rapidly and he swallowed hard. The moment was over. Turning slowly he spots the body and steps closer to it, to her. The woman that used to be alive inside.
Allison took a moment before stepping around to the otherside. She let out a gasp when she finally saw the body, covering her mouth to keep another gasp from escaping.
"Yeah, this was definantly an animal." Scott said pointingly when they scan across the body.
Her hair was rough, tangled with dry leaves inhabiting it. Dirt colored the pale skin, deep red gashes spread out around her. They were in fours, the scratches. They came four at a time. A bite also on her left shoulder, so deep they could see bone. A huge bite.
"I'm not so sure." Stiles says.
"About it being an animal?" Allison asked, thankful for the destraction. Destraction from the body, so she had a reason to look away. All she wanted was to get away from it but wouldn't allow that. After what just happened between her and Stiles, the skin burning at contact, hitching breath, close proximity, she can't afford to look any weaker. Any more female, because she isn't like that, isn't girly.
"Yeah, the bite looks like a human bite." He said.
"So, someone did this?" Scott asked.
"That's why I said I don't know." He finally tore his eyes away to look at them, prepared to elaborate. "It's a human bite, all except the k-9 teeth, they're way to deep. The scratches are animal, like a wolf."
"But there are no wolves in California." Allison stated a question.
"No, but it smells like a wolf too." He looked back. "There's something..." He stopped knowing they'd think he was weird or crazy if he said what he was thinking. Crazy that he feels some kind of connection to the woman. A gravitational pull to this complete stranger. A desire to do right by her, find her murderer, give her a proper burial. "She didn't deserve this. To be brutalized, and left out like trash." He darkened. A stormy look across his features. His eyes flying from bruise to gash, gash to scratch, scratch to bite and back around. Feeling anger boiling over him. Feeling the earth vibrate beneath his feet. He felt like he was shrinking into himself and something else was taking over.
Pain. Pain. It surrounded him, focusing on his gums and fingers. He was afraid on the inside. Screaming just beneath the surface all the while growing angry on the outside.
Scott and Allison watched his face twist. What is happening? Scott had never seen his best friend like this.
'Snap' The sound came from behind them. The surprise of it yanking Stiles back into reality. The anger gone like it was never there. His body back in his control.
They all stare in the direction of the sound. Something lurked just beyond their vision. Just past the tree and Stiles could smell it. Not a normal smell, not a familiar one either. Who or what was it?
A paw stepped slowly from the obscurity of the leafy tree. Grey fur came into sight next. Snarling teeth and a wild looking set of eyes.
"Is that..." Scott began to be cut off by Allison.
"A wolf." She finished. "We should run."
Stiles wasn't speaking, he stood a step ahead of them his head lowered a bit.
"Stiles, we should run." Allison repeated but got no answer.
Scott stepped toward him laying his fingers on his shoulder and pulling slightly. Stiles looked down at his shoulder. "Run." He whispered. Scott looked at him confused. "Now." He said more firm.
The three teens ran in the oposite direction. Fast trying to stay away. The wild beast persueing them quickly. Dodging trees and holes. Stiles catching his friends whenever one of them slipped. At one point he slipped losing his footing and tumbling to the ground. With a nod and a yell for them to keep going he returned to the upright position and caught back up.
The wolf was closing in quickly. Stiles could hear it. "You guys have to hide, I'll lead it away." Stiles suggested to which they disagreed. "I'm faster I can lead it away." He doesn't mention that he's not sure of this. Doesn't mention that he's doing it so that if the wolf does catch up at least they can survive. He doesn't give them a chance to argue. With alot of force he pushes them over the edge of a nearby slope. The two rolling quickly down the hill. Stiles halting his run to make sure they landed safely. Once they were hidden and out of sight he continued. The wolf now only a yard behind him.
They watch Stiles take off running again, a blur of grey and white fur closely behind. Fear sinking in. He's gonna get caught, there's no way he can outrun a wolf, no way he can survive this, no way they or anyone else will ever see him alive again.
"Oh my God!" Allison exclaimed nervously chewing at her bottom lip. "Oh my God, oh my God! What are we gonna do? We can't just let him die!"
"Stiles!" Scott screams at the top of his lungs. Not knowing what else to do. Not being able to string together a coherant thought. Not knowing what's rational and what's irrational. Would it be right to just let his best friend be mauled and killed. Would it be right to get Allison to safety first. Or maybe the best plan of action is to do as Stiles said and run, leave him behind, save their own asses.
"Call someone!" Allison suggests. "My dad's a hunter, he'll know what to do." They both pulled out their phones, him dialing 911 and her finding her dad in her contact list and calling him.
They were both met by a buzzing sound coming from each phone signaling that there was no signal. No signal. No way to save Stiles.
"No signal!" Scott states.
"Me either." She's next to talk.
"We have to do something."
"Come on!" She yells already half way up the slope before he notices.
Scott ran to catch up. They use slanted trees to help pull them up the slope. Tall standing plants scratching at their arms and legs as they do so. When they finally make it to the top Stiles is no where in sight.
On the contrary for the wolf. It stood tall in front of the two now horrified teens. The wolf's stood at the hieght of Scott's ribcage. Bulging muscles riddled it's arms and legs. A luring darkness in it's eye.
What could this mean, why was it back so quickly? Had it already caught up to Stiles, did Stiles outrun it? Maybe it heard Scott screaming Stiles' name and decided they'd be easier targets. In any case they were both doomed.
The wolf looked at them menacingly. Almost amused. And Scott could swear he saw the eyes flash red. The large animal took a step forward and then their was a swooshing sound, almost like a knife through air. An arrow flew past the young people and hit a nearby tree creating piercingly bright flash that made the two shut their eyes for the pain to subside.
It was much worst for the wolf. The flash completely blinded it momentarily causing it to stumble backward and shake it's head fiercly. The animal's head shot into the direction the foot steps were coming from and it could hear numerous men running. The click and clank of their assault rifles and semi automatic pistols. This wasn't a fight it wouldwin and it knew that. The beast took off running in the opposite direction of the sounds leaving Scott and Allison rubbing their eyes.
When the blurry vision began to subside they began to make out shapes. People. But how many? Better yet; who? Scott was first to make out the sights.
Five men stood in front of them. One man standing several feet closer showing that he had to be their boss. Allison's vision came back next. She began to notice the weapons. An MPK5 here, a Berretta 96 Inox there. Most of all, the 175lb Draw Tactical Crossbow. It looked exactly like the one her dad used to hunt.
"Allison! Scott!" The leader called, a furiousity in his voice. "What are you doing out here?" Chris's face came into view as the last of the blur dispursed from their vision.
"Uh, we uh..." They fumbled over their words looking for the right thing to say.
"It's too dangerous for you two to be here. Go home!" He said sternly. "We'll discuss punishment when I get back." He turned to continue.
"Wait, dad!" She called.
"Yeah, Stiles is still out there." Scott said.
"By himself?" Chris sounded disappointed.
"Yeah, when the wolf chased us, he kinda led it away so we could get help." Allison spoke.
"Okay, we'll find him. In the mean time, Victor, would you please escort my daughter and step-son back to the truck?" Chris dismissed them.
A large, muscular man began to walk them away. The two adulecens walked a ways ahead of the man.
"What was your dad doing out here?" Scott asked in a hushed tone.
"I told you he was a hunter." She said in a matching tone.
"Hunters don't used automatic weapons or whatever that arrow was that hit the tree." He scolded.
"Well," She prepare to defend him. "I don't really know." She gave up. "But what about Stiles?"
"We'll need a distraction."
"What for?"
"To get away from your dad's pet behind us. There's no way I'm leaving my bestfriend's well being in their hands."
"What about my dad? He said..."
"He's your dad, not mine, he can't tell me what to do."
"Wha..." Allison stopped when they all heard the snap of a twig.
It came from begind them. The brute lifting his shotgun to peer through the ironsight. He rotated when there was another. The air became thick. Everyone holding their breath. The big guy turning again at another snap.
A shot ran out through the trees that startled everyone. The Shotgun barrell smoking. The man's eyes bulging. Stiles standing in front of him. A long skinny hand on the gun holding upward so the shot rang through the air and not his body.
"Trigger happy much?" Stiles joked.
Stiles' reflexes had moved so quick they couldn't register what happened until he spoke.
"Where the hell were you?" Scott pushed him once everyone had composed themselves.
"Hey, I think I deserve an award, I did save your lives." Stiles said.
"You endanger our lives by dragging us out here." Allison said next.
"Scott had as much to do with that as me." Stiles defended.
"Can we just leave before we get chased by a wolf again?" She asked.
The four walked to Stiles' Jeep. Once the three teens climbed in the big guy left to regroup with the others.
After settling into his seat and starting the car Stiles looked around noticing that Scott and Allison were both staring at him expectantly.
"What?" He asked completely oblivious to what they wanted.
"Well?" Scott asked.
"Well what?" Stiles asked again.
"Well, what the hell happened out there?" Allison asked.
Stiles thought for a second before answering that. "Well guys," He spoke like he was about to deliver some heavy news. The other two inching closer in anticipation. "I think I have super powers."
Allison sat back, throwing her hands up in exasperation and Scott pushed him.
"Come on man, we're serious. How'd you get away?" Scott asked again.
"I'm serious too." He looked back and fourth between them. "I think I can talk to animals."
Scott and Allison burst into laughter. "Okay, Dr. Dolittle!" Allison joked.
It was Stiles' turn to be exasperated. He looked away in frustration before turning back. "Okay look. The wolf was right on top of me and I knew It was gonna catch me so I just stopped and turned around. It looked me in my eye and all I kept thinking was how much I wanted it to leave me alone."
"And?" Scott asked.
"And it just turned and left." He finished.
"It left?" Allison asked, an unimpressed expression residing on her face.
"Yes, it left." Stiles' face was deadly serious.
Allison and Scott looked at each other and began to laugh again, but this time not as hard.
"Guys, I swear to God I'm not making this up." He spoke sharply.
"Then prove it." Scott said.
"How?"
"Well..." Scott thought for a moment. "We go to the clinic and you talk to one of the animals."
"Fine." Stiles was determined as he put the vehicle into drive and pushed on the gas.
Let's make a long story short. The three went to the Veterinary clinic. Scott openned the door. Stiles tried and failed to talk to the animals, which furthered his embarrassment. At one point he just began to shout orders at the animals which only made them cower in fear, which was weird, but not super weird. But they couldn't figure out why the cats went crazy when they stepped into their room.
Now here they were back at Scott's house. Sitting in Scott's room. Allison was in Scott's computer chair, Scott sat on his own bed, and Stiles stood at the window staring out at the newly risen moon.
"I don't understand." Stiles said. "It shouldv'e worked."
"Stiles, maybe the wolf had just given up." Scott said.
"But why? Why chase us for a quarter mile and then just give up when it catches me?"
"Maybe it wasn't hungry." Allison offered.
"There's something going on. I can smell things, feel things, hear things..."
"Hear things?" She asked. "Like what?"
"Like, your dad and Scott's mom talking downstairs." Stiles said.
"He's here?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, and he just told about us being in the woods."
"I'm fucking dead." Scott slapped his forehead.
"So you can hear what they're saying?" Allison asked.
Stiles nodded. "They're coming." He said.
A moment of silence passed before the bedroom door openned. The fuming parents standing in the doorway.
Mellisa's face said it all.
"Allison." Chris called to his daughter. She looked at him sheepishly. "With me, now." His voice deep with anger.
The girl got up to follow her father casting one last glance at the two before disappearing.
Mellisa closed the door before Stiles could escape.
"Are you serious?" She yelled. "A woman was murdered in the woods and your first thought is to walk out into the woods?"
"Mom we..." Scott started.
"What if the killer was still out there? What if one of you hurt yourselves? What if Chris hadn't been there to scare away that mountain lion?"
Scott and Stiles looked at each other.
Mellisa's face turned soft. "What where you two thinking?" She asked but didn't wait for them to answer. "I mean, your first chance to hang out this summer and you spend in the woods?"
"We just wanted to help." Scott lied. "We were out looking for the other half of the body. Once we found it, we were gonna call Stiles' dad."
"Well, did you find it?"
"No, we got chased by the... mountain lion... before we could find it."
"That scares the hell out of me. To think that you three feel that much of an obligation to this town."
"Well we just want to help. You help people everyday at the hospital. Stiles' dad helps everyday at the station. We just figured if we found it, that would help the investigation, help find the killer before they can kill someone else, and therefore make things easier on you and the sherriff."
Stiles sat in quiet, but felt so proud of Scott. When did he get so good at lying. He was literally fabricating this story out of thin air on the spot. Stiles could hear his heart beat moving quickly but he still kept his composure.
"You two listen to me. I'm proud that you wanna help, but that's not the way to go about it. I don't want you going near those woods again, do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am." They spoke in unison much like they did when they got into trouble as kids. Mellisa couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face.
As she turned to leave Stiles spoke. "Are you gonna call my dad?"
She turned back to them. "I think you've got the message." She winked. "But if this happens again, don't think I wont call him in a heartbeat."
As the woman left Scott said something but Stiles wasn't listening to him. He was listening to Mellisa and Chris' conversation as they met downstairs.
"I grounded her, no phone for a week." Chris told her. "What about the boys?"
"I let them off with a warning."
"You're too easy on them." They didn't sound angry at all. They actually sounded amused.
"Because they're good boys. Always have been."
"Yeah, okay. You're just more of a nurturer."
There was the indistinguishable sound of a kiss and Stiles chose then to tune out.
"Did you here me?" Scott asked.
"Uh, no. What did you say?" Stiles answered.
"I said I guess we got off lucky."
"Yeah, we did. But Allison didn't."
"What do you mean?"
"Chris grounded her."
"Oh. Well nothing we can really do about that."
"Maybe." Stiles stood up. "I'm gonna head home. Pick you up for school tomorrow?"
"No, Chris is insisting on driving Allison and I on our first day." Scott said less than pleased.
"Oh, well see ya there then."
"See ya."
Stiles entered the kitchen where Mellisa and Chris were putting away dishes.
"Uhm," Stiles cleared his throat.
"What is it, Stiles?" Mellisa asked.
"I just wanted to say that... it was my fault we were out there. The others just thought we were going to the mall but I took them there instead. They agreed to help me look after we looked but they just wanted to leave. I should've listened to them. I put them both in danger and... I'm sorry." He was wringing his finger in his hand with his head low.
Mellisa stared in awe at what she had just heard.
Chris looked at her. "Do you believe this?"
"To be honest; I haven't believed a word Stiles has said since he learned how to talk. But I do know one thing: Stiles doesn't apoligies, not for anything." She looked at Stiles now. "It's okay Stiles. Let's put this day behind us. Go home and get some sleep... first day tomorrow."
Stiles looked up and gave a slight smile. "See you guys later." And with that he was gone.
A/N: This chapter is so long because I couldn't figure out where to stop it but you're welcome anyway.
Let me know how my first ever Stallisis so far. I do have more that I plan to post soon.
And also:
? ﾟﾎﾊ 5000+ words ? ﾟﾎﾉ
In one chapter. By far the longest chapter I have ever written. I'm so proud of me. I deserve a cookie!