I'm so ready for this to get good... I want to write longer chapters but I'm just trying to get a base down. Sorry this took so long to update. Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Stayin Out of the Snow
School ended around 4:00 and Stiles quickly packed almost everything in his locker into his backpack. He couldn't be too sure about what he would need, so he decided to just take most of it. It was Tuesday and he'd have the rest of the week and the weekend to himself. He was a hyperactive spazz, as his dad called it, and knew he needed something to keep him busy, whether it was washing musty clothes that were originally stuffed into the deepest, darkest corners of his locker or possibly getting ahead with his work so he wouldn't fall behind due to his calling to "supernatural activity."
Now bundled up in his snow gear, Stiles stepped out of the highschool and into the freezing air. He shoved his hand in the right pocket of his snow pants to find his car keys and tried to balance his math and biology book in his left hand. He fought against the wind to reach his light blue Jeep that now had a light coating of sparkling, white snow. He quickly shoved all of his things in the trunk and as he scrambled to get to his car door, he slipped on some black ice under the fluffy white sheet of snow, landing with a heavy thud.
"Ow. That's gonna leave a mark," mumbled Stiles.
He gingerly got up, opened the door of the Jeep, and stuck the key in the ignition. He had to try about 3 times before the engine finally roared to life and Stiles gave a sigh of relief. "Still got miles to go yet. Knew you wouldn't let me down," he said as he patted the dashboard. "I'll never leave you. EVER."
Stiles backed out of his parking spot and started to drive towards the main road. Everyone was driving slowly and carefully because the snow started to fall faster and the wind was picking up speed. There was a long line of cars trying to get home before the bulk of the storm hit and it was barely moving. Stiles turned on the police radio he had in his car and immersed himself in what was happening.
"We've got a few car crashes and pile ups and we don't know how we can get this cleaned up before the storm hits."
"The wind has picked up to about 25 mph and the temperature is 10 degrees and dropping. If the wind keeps picking up, we'll have to be more strict about keeping people off of the roads."
"What about that highschool girl, Lydia Martin, who managed to disappear from the hospital naked for the second time. We still haven't found her yet."
The line of cars started moving and Stiles started to drive.
Oh Lydia what have you gotten yourself into this time. I just hope you're safe. I should be there for her. I should go find her. She's never gonna make it.
A few loud bangs on the side of the Jeep startled Stiles out of his thought process and he found himself staring at a well bundled up police officer rigorously pointing at his window. He quickly rolled it down and found himself face to face with his father dressed in a heavy parka with snow pants, heavy duty snow boots, mittens, a head warmer, a hat, a scarf, and earmuffs to top it off. A Sheriff's car was parked off to the side with its lights flashing. Traffic was now being directed by officers because of the snow.
"HEY STILES IM GONNA HAVE TO STAY OUT FOR A WHILE BECAUSE OF EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENING WITH THE SNOWSTORM," Sheriff Stilinski screamed, "I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO GET HOME TONIGHT BUT DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME. I'LL STAY AT THE STATION WITH SOME DEPUTIES. WE'VE GOT EMERGENCY SUPPLIES. CALL ME IF ANYTHING HAPPENS."
Stiles gave his dad a thumbs up and screamed back, "YEAH DAD I WILL. I'LL BE FINE. BE CAREFUL OUT THERE. ANYTHING ABOUT LYDIA?"
"NOT AT THE MOMENT SON. WE'RE STILL LOOKING FOR HER BUT YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO TRUST HER JUDGEMENT RIGHT NOW. WE'RE DOING EVERYTHING WE CAN BUT THE SNOW IS CRAZY RIGHT NOW. GO HOME STILES!" Sheriff Stilinski screamed with finality.
Stiles frowned at the lack of good news and rolled up the window. Then, he continued to follow the creeping traffic home.
vuvuvuvuvuv
When Stiles finally got home and brought all of his things inside, it was already 5:00 and the sun was going down. He threw his stuff in a corner and turned the heat up in the house. He slowly took off his snow covered winter gear and slung it haphazardly over a chair to dry. Preparing for a possible power outage, he grabbed a radio, batteries, a flashlight, and a box of strawberry pop tarts and set them on the kitchen counter.
It seemed as though the Stilinskis had miraculously predicted the snowstorm and gone grocery shopping the day before. The store was filled with Christmas and Hanukkah decorations and people were rushing about, buying last minute gifts. Christmas was two weeks away and the Stilinski household took the holiday very seriously. Candy canes, ornaments, cookie ingredients, and hot cocoa we're stashed at home along with an assortment of snacks and the freshly bought Christmas tree had been left in the garage. The refrigerator was filled with food and the firewood had been replenished. There was no way Stiles would die from hunger, he knew for sure.
He grabbed his backpack filled with yet-to-be-completed homework, heated up a cup of water, grabbed a strawberry pop tart in his mouth and plopped himself on the couch, prepared to settle in for a heavy duty study session. He knew his ADHD would make it difficult for him to focus on a single subject for a long period of time so he created a study system where he would rotate through the subjects every 30 minutes to keep his brain moving. This was very effective for Stiles and he always stuck to this plan. He cracked his fingers, whipped out some paper and workbooks, and set to work, with only the sounds of howling wind and pencil scratching on paper to be heard throughout the house.
vuvuvuvuvuv
Lydia should have been dead. She knew it. It was below freezing. The wind was whipping her and the snow stung her bare skin. No normal girl should be able to survive two days in harsh winter weather, especially if they were naked. They would have already died. This must have something to do with me being a banshee, thought Lydia.
She may still be alive but she knew that she was getting weaker and weaker. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of warmth and Stiles.
What was she thinking? Why could she only think about Stiles? The cold was getting to her head for sure. Either way, she had made a plan and she was going to stick with it because she knew that going anywhere else would end disastrously.
By the time she got to Stiles's house, it was dark and the snow was blinding her. She could barely keep her footing because of the strong wind on the icy, frozen ground. She breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw a small light in the window and made her way to the door.
vuvuvuvuvuv
It had been 30 minutes since Stiles started working on his Econ and he was getting ready to move on to AP Calc. He bit into his long-since abandoned pop tart and took a sip of his water which was now room temperature. He yawned and glanced at the clock which read 8:30. He could probably get in another subject before watching some TV.
All of a sudden, there was a light knock on the door. If Stiles was still focused on his work, he never would have heard the quick *tap tap tap*. He looked outside but all he could see was solid white. Confused about who would possibly be out in this disgusting weather, Stiles slowly made his way to the door, yawning and going into a full body stretch as he opened the door. He froze and went into complete shock as he found himself face to face with none other than a naked Lydia Martin.
"Hey Stiles..."
Phew that took a while to write. I have a lot of ideas for this story and I hope you guys stick around to read it!
