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SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Stiles and I were in the hospital checking up on Lydia. That's all we've been doing these past few days. However, I didn't wait all weekend at the hospital like Stiles. Believe me, I tried but I could not fall asleep in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Plus Stiles would always murmur weird things from his dreams about Lydia. I would go into detail about it, but I am honestly too disturbed and scared to talk about it. My twin brother is a complete weirdo and has some problems to fix. I seriously hope that he somehow wins Lydia over because I find it kind of sweet that he's been waiting all weekend for her at the hospital. I hope somebody could do that for me one day.

The past few days have kind of been rough on me, but I was determined to keep it all together. After everything that has happened, I would be lying if I said I wasn't hurt at all. From the breakup, to Lydia getting attacked, to Rae being kidnapped by Peter, to Derek killing the devil himself. I was determined to put the nice girl next door act to a rest. I honestly don't care anymore if everybody likes me. The act was absolutely tiring to pull off, so I'm getting rid of it. I'm the new and improved Sammy. That includes being a better friend to Rae (I've apologized for thinking she was a slut like a hundred times) and stop saying whatever comes to my mind. It's been working because nobody's realized I've been struggling to keep everything together. But I like it that way, they won't have to worry about my stupid problems.

I took a shower, hastily put on some clothes, and went to the hospital only to find Stiles spread out on three chairs holding a "Get Well" balloon, murmuring random things in his sleep. I rolled my eyes at him and walked up to Lydia's dad, who was standing in front of her room.

"Hey, Mr. Martin!" I smiled. "How's Lydia doing?"

"Fine," he gave a warm smile, then glanced at my brother and frowned. "Has he been here all night?"

We both looked to Stiles, who was still murmuring things in his sleep.

"He's been here all weekend," I laughed. "I better go wake him up."

Turning away from Mr. Martin, I went to Stiles, my hands on my hips.

"You're dirty," Stiles mumbled in his sleep.

I was honestly really disturbed. What's up with teenage boys and their dirty dreams? The world may never know what goes on in their tiny, little minds. Boys in general are terrible. It's probably because of their stupidity, which I blame on society's belief that we need to be rewarded for it. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I did a lot of reading these past few weeks because I stopped dumbing myself down to fit in with popular people.

I stared at Stiles for a few more moments and heard him mumble more disturbing things. After my enjoyment was done, I decided to be the amazing twin sister that I am and wake him up gently so that he doesn't suffer from any more embarrassment.

I hit him over the head.

"Ow!" He yelled, springing upright. "What the hell?!"

"I'm trying to save you from any more embarrassed, okay? Literally, everybody in this hospital is creeped out by your perverted dreams!" I exclaimed.

I heard a few agreements from around me.

"You didn't have to smack me in the head for it!" He snapped, holding the back of his head exaggeratingly.

"Anyways, don't they have a vending machine around here? I'm starving."

"Yeah, let's go," he mumbled, leading me to the vending machine.

After a long argument, we finally agreed on Reese's. But, just our luck, the stupid vending machine got stuck so Stiles aggressively started hitting the button.

"Chill out," I said. "Lemme try."

I started hitting on the glass to see if the candy would come out, but it didn't even budge. In response, I started hitting the glass harder. The candy still remained in place. Seriously, what is the point of having a vending machine if it isn't even going to work! I paid two whole bucks for this and I was determined to get the candy because I was not wasting two dollars for nothing. I started shaking the vending machine because at this point I was just desperate.

"What the hell is up with this machine?!" I yelled out of exasperation.

"Let me help you," Stiles said, helping me shake the vending machine.

After a minute or two, the candy still wouldn't budge.

Goddamnit!

"You've got to be kidding me!" Stiles groaned, giving the vending machine a hard kick.

And what does the machine do? The machine crashes to the ground, glass going everywhere.

"Shit!" I yelled out.

I turned to make sure nobody had seen the whole disaster, and see Rae standing there with a stunned expression on her face. Before she could say anything, I grabbed her arm and ran away with Stiles.

"What the hell was that, you dumbfucks?!" Rae exclaimed.

"It wouldn't give us our Reece's," Stiles shrugged.

I rolled my eyes at Stiles' simple answer.

We suddenly heard a piercing scream coming down the halls. To be more specific, it was Lydia's scream.

"Lydia?!" Stiles panicked.

The three of us, Melissa, and Mr. Martin ran into her room to find it empty. I ran into the bathroom to see if she was there, but all we found was an open window.

"She's gone," I got out.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"You mean naked? As in nude?" Dad asked.

"I'm 100% sure that they mean the same," I told him, being the smartass that I am.

Dad made a squinty face and was about to say something that I'm 99.9% sure was to shut up. But thankfully Melissa interrupted him.

"As far as we know, she left here clothing-optional."

"All right, you checked the whole hospital, right?" Dad questioned.

"Every last corner," Melissa sighed.

"Nothing suspicious?"

"Nothing. She just took off."

"All right, let's get an APB out on a sixteen-year-old redhead," Dad told another officer.

He nodded and walked away.

"Any other descriptors?" Dad questioned us.

"5'3", green eyes, fair-skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde," Stiles said, running up to Dad out of nowhere with Rae barely containing her laughter behind him.

I couldn't help but laugh. Love was truly a beautiful thing. Well, at least for team Stydia. I still hope that they will end up together because they deserve eachother. Plus, if they got married, Lydia would become my sister-in-law. That would be the best thing ever.

"Is that right?" Dad questioned in his "Why are you my son?" voice.

"Yeah," Stiles said, completely oblivious to Dad's tone of voice.

Dad grabbed both Stiles and I by the arm, and dragged us into a corner.

"What the hell are you guys doing?!" Dad yelled.

"We're providing moral support!" Stiles answered.

"Yep!" I said. "We just want to help you because that's the kind of children we are. Helping our father."

He was so not buying it.

"Uh-huh. How 'bout you provide your ass back home, where you should be," he told us, sternly.

"Okay, we can do that too!" Stiles nodded.

"Totally agree," I said.

We walked back to see Rae snickering at us.

"I live for Stilinskis getting into trouble!" She laughed. "It's like the best thing on this planet."

"And I live for Raegan McCall to get sent home by her mother!" I smiled sweetly at her.

"What do you mean?" She stopped laughing.

Melissa walked up behind Rae.

"Raegan, it's getting late. I think you should go home and check on your brother."

"Sure, Mom," Rae smiled.

After Melissa left, Rae narrowed her eyes at me.

"Seriously, it's like you have a sixth sense or something!" She rolls her eyes, trying not to laugh.

"Gasp! You've figured out my deepest, darkest secret!" I sarcastically exclaim.

Rae was about to say something but I cut her off. It was probably about how dramatic I am.

"I am the least dramatic person that has ever walked the earth!" I said, walking off.

RAEGAN MCCALL

We all met Scott in the parking lot so we could find Lydia. Stiles got Lydia's hospital gown so my brother could sniff it (dog jokes ensue) and find Lydia.

"This is the one she was just wearing?" Scott said as Sammy handed him the hospital gown.

"It has blood on it!" Sammy exclaimed. "What do you think, you idiot?!"

Jesus Christ, this girl!

"Sam, chill out," I said.

"My best friend is missing!" She snapped. "How else am I supposed to react!"

"I'm not going to let anybody hurt her. Not again." Scott assured.

Sammy gave him a small smile.

"All right, just shove the thing in your face-"

"That's what she said," I interrupted Stiles, laughing.

He just gave me a look and continued on, "-and let's find her."

We all climbed into the car and Stiles started the car when Allison came up in front of it.

"What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us," Scott told her.

Okay, you're probably confused. I'll catch you up real quick. So that night after Derek killed Peter (still reeling) Allison and Scott made up. One little detail they may have forgotten was who Allison's dad was. Cough-a hunter-cough. And hunters don't usually like it when their daughters date a werewolf. So now they're sneaking around. See? Quick. Now back to the present.

"I don't care - she is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do," Allison said.

"I can find her before the cops can," Scott assured.

"How about before my father does?" Allison asked him, rhetorically.

"He knows?" Sammy asked.

"Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."

"Search party," Stiles and Sammy said at the same time.

"It's more like a hunting party."

"Get in," Scott said.

"All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?" I asked, worried.

I know I'm not exactly buddy-buddy with Lydia, but that didn't mean that I wanted her dead.

"I don't know. They won't tell me anything. Okay, all they say is, "We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here,"' Allison informed.

"What others?" Stiles questioned.

"I don't know, they won't tell me that yet."

"Okay, you're family's got some serious communication issues to work on," I commented.

"Scott, are we going the right way?" Stiles asked from the driver's seat

"Take the next right!" Scott told him.

|| Teen Wolf ||

The five us were walking in the woods, and Scott eventually brought us to the Hale house.

"She came here?" Stiles asked. "Are you sure?"

"That's where the scent leads," Scott nodded.

Weird.

"All right, has Lydia ever been here before?" I questioned.

"Not with me," Sammy stated. "Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek."

"You mean-looking for an Alpha," Scott corrected.

"Wolves need a pack, right?" Allison asked.

"Not all of them."

"But would she have been drawn to an Alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?" I asked.

"Yeah, we're - we're stronger in packs," Scott stated.

"Like in numbers?" Allison asked.

"No, like - like, literally stronger, faster, better in every way."

"Is that the same for the Alpha?" Sammy questioned.

"Yes," he nodded.

"I should write a book called "Supernatural 101" so we can keep track of all the mythology," Sammy mumbled.

"You should," I laughed. "It's a great idea."

We were finally friends again and I'm really happy about it because I missed her so much. I was also proud of her because she wasn't acting like the "popular girl" Sammy that only cares about clothes and boys anymore. The one that I hated. I didn't want to screw our friendship up again and it felt nice not being a loner all the time.

She smiled back.

"Woah, hey, look at this!" Stiles exclaimed.

Allison, Sammy, and I walked over to see Stiles messing around with a wire.

"I think it's a tripwire," Sammy said.

She went to get a closer look and tripped the wire.

She shrugged when nothing happened.

"Well, that was disappointing," I mumbled.

"Uh-Sammy?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, what's up?" She turned to see Scott hanging upside down by his foot due to the trip wire.

Stiles and I burst out laughing and Allison tried to hide her smile.

I quickly took out my phone and snapped a picture. "I'm so keeping this forever," I laughed as Scott frowned.

"Sammy, next time you see a tripwire - don't trip it," Scott groaned.

"Sorry about that," she winced.

"It's fine, just help me get out of this thing."

"Of course," she said.

The four of us started heading to help him.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Someone's coming. Hide. Go!" Scott said.

Fucking Argents (no offense Allie).

The four of us ran and hid behind a random tree.

Chris Argent and his posse slowly walked up to a still upside down Scott.

"Scott?" Chris asked, crouching in front of Scott.

"Mr. Argent," Scott greeted, going for casual.

"How are you doing?"

"Good. You know, just hangin' out. Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting."

"What are you doing out here, Scott?" Chris questioned.

"Looking for my friend," Scott stated.

"Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use?"

Stop trying to act cool, Chris.

He continued, "Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"

Wow, that took quite the turn.

"Actually, clique sounds about right to me," Scott nodded.

"I hope so. 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance, such as yourself - one, I can handle. Not two."

"No."

"Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?" Chris asked.

Oh, my god! No one cares.

"I have a feeling I don't want to."

"A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that. Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary," he said, walking off.

"Allie, I love you and all but your father is a bit more morbid than other overprotective fathers," Sammy said, walking out from behind the tree with Stiles, Allison, and I following suit.

"That's my dad for you," Allison sighed. "You okay?" she asked Scott.

"It's just another life - threatening conversation with your dad," Scott answered.

"You guys are like like Romeo and Juliet," Sammy commented.

"Ugh," I blanched.

I hate love. No, actually I hate men. From my experience, men fucking suck. They're all scoundrels that only want one thing. They use you like a tissue, and when they get bored they leave. I hope I never fall in love.

"Hey guys, instead of talking about plays nobody ever understands, why don't you guys help Allison and I get Scott out of the trip wire," Stiles commented.

"Thanks. But I think I got it," Scott smiled.

He cut the tripwire with his werewolf claws.

"Wow. You could've done that in the beginning, dumbass," I grumbled.

Stiles, Sammy, and Allison just stared at him with awe.

"Comin'?" Scott grinned, and started walking.

Good God, they're going to make his head even bigger than it already is.

Okay fine, I'll admit. A little jealous. But I'd sooner chop off my legs than tell him that.

ADELINE LAHEY

"Where the hell is your brother?!" Daddy shouted, causing me to cower back in fear.

"I-I don't know!"

He snarled, "Lies!" He raised his arm as if to hit me and I flinched, curling up defensively.

Luckily for me, Isaac had decided to finally come home before Daddy could actually hit me.

"Dad, stop!"

"Where the hell were you?!" Dad demanded, spinning around to face Isaac.

"I was at the graveyard!" Isaac answered, quickly taking a step back. "Remember? You told me to go and dig up a grave for that Argent woman."

Dad calmed down, but continued to glare at him, "I see."

"And, uh… about that… you see… something happened and now the tractor is… broken…" Isaac said, growing quieter at each word.

I scooted back as soon as I saw Dad's face turn red.

This isn't gonna be good.

However, instead of blowing up, Dad took a deep breath and smiled. "How about we go talk in the basement?"

Isaac and I both turned pale, knowing what was going to happen in the basement.

"Adeline, go to your room," Dad said, still calm.

I tried to protest, "But-"

"I said, GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Dad snapped.

I quickly listened and ran upstairs to my room. I slammed my door shut and sat against it. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to hold in my sobs. Isaac's screams echoed through the house.

Author's Note:

That's the start of season 2! Sorry for the long wait, I got Mod A and Mod R addicted to 13 Reasons Why and we were obsessing over it. Anyways, we might not be able to update as much during May because of state testing and AP exams (I'm starting to prepare so wish me luck). We should be able to update more frequently when school ends, so don't worry. I hope you guys like this chapter and if it's not too much, please give us a vote/favorite and comment/review.

- Mod S

We're not dead, guys! Hooray...ish. Mod S and I are suffering under our mountain of stress. Mod R on the other hand, decided to miss school for California (Both S and I are pretty sure she's missed like a month in total now), and she still somehow doesn't have that much work (according to her). We have entered the 4th quarter of our sophomore year, aka the quarter where I crash and completely give up on trying, but continue to stress anyway. Anyway, I don't think Adeline will appear in the next chapter? I think she'll make her official official debut in Season 2 Episode 2. Hehe, well please be patient with us, and like Mod S said, please give us votes/favorites and comments/reviews. (Especially comments/reviews. We love reading them!)

- Mod A