A/N: Uh, hey guys. So, it's been almost a year since I updated this story, and almost that long since I've posted anything on here, and I'm really sorry about that. I just started college, and I had a pretty crazy summer, so. Yeah. Sorry. Anyway, I'm gonna start trying to write again, beginning with this story! Here's a new chapter now, and I promise I'll starting writing more- both in this story and new stuff! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this chapter :)
"I dreamt about you last night."
Scott took a deep breath as he stepped out of class, feeling like he had just escaped from a prison cell. His face lit up as he saw Stiles stepping out of the room across the hall, and he jogged over to join him.
"Hey dude, guess what?" Scott said, slapping Stiles on the shoulder. "I'm pretty sure I just passed my biology test."
"Oh, nice work," Stiles said quietly, not quite making eye contact with Scott.
Instantly, Scott's smile vanished. "Dude, you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, of course," Stiles answered, mustering up a smile that was obviously fake. "It's still early, I just got out of calculus, I'm just not totally with it yet."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Scott asked again, not taking his eyes of Stiles. He knew his best friend, and he knew when something was up with him.
"Yeah, I just…" Stiles sighed. "I've been having some nightmares again, is all."
"Nightmares?" Scott asked, suddenly on edge. The last time Stiles had been having bad nightmares, he ended up being possessed by an evil spirit. If something like that was happening again…
"Dude, chill," Stiles said with a quiet chuckle, putting a hand on Scott's shoulder. "I can tell what you're thinking right now, and it's not like that, I promise. Just…" He shrugged. "Just anxiety getting to me, probably."
"And… I'm guessing you had one of these nightmares last night?" Scott asked, feeling slightly calmer, but still worried.
"Uh, yeah. I dreamt about, um, you, actually."
Scott exhaled slowly. "You had a nightmare about me."
"Yeah," Stiles said, rubbing the back of his neck. "And I'd, uh, rather not talk about it, if that's okay with you."
Scott nodded. "Yeah, of course. Just, you know I'm always here, right? I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
Stiles smiled weakly, but at least it looked more genuine. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, Scott."