So, it's, uh, been quite a while since the last update, I know. Hey, at least I'm updating! I'm sorry that this one has been so short, so to make up for it, there'll be another on Saturday, the usual uploading date. And then I really will carry it on (well, try to) every week.

Enjoy, any feedback would be appreciated!

"Well, where else could it be?" Stiles argued. "Houses don't just disappear, Scott."

"Yeah, well, maybe this one does," Scott replied, taking off his helmet and pushing a hand through his tousled hair. "Come on, man, I want to go home."

"You know what I want, Scott? I want straight-A's and Lydia Martin to like me, but that ain't gonna happen!" Stiles motioned for his friend and swung his leg back over the leather. "Come on."

Sighing, Scott revved the bike and followed his friend. When Stiles got something into his head, it was pretty much impossible to get it out.

They'd been trailing the woods for about half an hour, and Scott was fed up. Stiles, however, was still feeling enthusiastic.

"Stiles," Scott complained, "my bike isn't made for mountaineering."

"Oh, please," Stiles replied, "we're not exactly climbing Everest."

"It would be easier than trying to find this stupid house."

"Go home, then, if you don't want to find out."

"Maybe I will!"

"All right!" They friends glared at each other. Stiles smiled. Scott sighed again. "Come on," Stiles said, "it can't be far now. We've practically covered every inch of it."

Their wheels kicked up leaves behind them, leaving a trail similar to that of confetti. Deer scattered ahead, the bikes' deafening growl terrifying them. Out of the corner of his eye, Stiles was certain he saw a mountain lion. But when he looked properly, nothing was there.

Stiles pulled up next to a river. His dad was in the forces, and he knew that this would be a boundary to the woods. In fact, he could see a house on the other side of the river, two children frozen, watching them with their mouths agape. Stiles waved friendlily, and the youngest, a small boy with floppy brown hair, ran back into the house.

"That was rude," he muttered under his breath, rolling back his shoulders and turning off the bike's ignition.

Scott caught up with him and his bike fell silent. "Well?" Stiles didn't even have to turn around to see that his friend would be staring at him grumpily. Prepared to make bargains, Stiles leant back.

"Chinese tonight, plus your biology homework for a week."

"Two weeks." Stiles frowned.

"One and a half."

"Indian tomorrow, too."

"Done." Stiles reached behind himself and shook Scott's outstretched hand.

Just then, Scott's phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and wrinkled his nose at the ID. "Hi, mom," he said, rolling his eyes as he held the phone to his ear. "No, Stiles and I are just...doing homework."

He folded his arms, listening to Melissa talking on the other end. Stiles had always liked Scott's mom, she had always made him feel at home. Besides, her baseball bat was frickin' awesome.

"I do do homework! Grades aren't reflected just on homework, mom." Scott rested his arms on the handlebars. "I tell you what," he said, grinning at Stiles, a gleam in his eye (Uh oh, Stiles thought, I am not going to like this.), "Stiles and I will bring home Chinese tonight for all of us."

Stiles' mouth dropped open and Scott hung up, smiling. "What?!" Stiles wrung his hands. "Dude, I'm not made of money."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Relax, man. I'll buy the prawn crackers." Stiles glared at his friend, but then he noticed a moving shadow behind his head.

"Hey," he said, "what's that?" Scott glanced over his shoulder, then turned back to Stiles who was fumbling with the key and only just remembering to jam the helmet on his sweaty head.

"I don't see any- Whoa, Stiles, wait up!" Black smoke billowed out from the back of Stiles' bike.

"I, uh, I'm pretty sure it's not meant to do that," Stiles said, frowning. Then, he shrugged. "Let's go!"

"Dude, I-" Scott rolled his eyes. Stiles had already gone, skidding and nearly crashing into a tree. "Oh, fine." He put the helmet onto his head and revved the engine, following Stiles in a much more dignified fashion.