Chapter Six

When she came home she crawled into bed, she began to cry, and eventually fell asleep. Her dreams were haunted by her vision. Over and over it was pictured. Each time she woke up screaming. The third time she woke up Scott was standing above her bed, shaking her.

"Woah, woah, are you alright?" he asked her, noticing her puffy eyes.

"I-I-I had a vision earlier," she said. "It was in the future. I don't think it will happen for a few years b-b-but it will happen."

"What? What was it?" he asked her fearfully.

"It was Stiles. . . and. . . he was . . . he was . . . dead," she said, and burst into tears.

Scott froze and gaped at her.

"Well, can't you change it?" Scott asked her.

"I don't know if I can, Scott, it's huge; bigger than I've ever seen," said Wendy. "If I save him, I don't know what would happen."

"You have to save him. Wendy. You have to save him!" Scott roared at her, his eyes flashing red.

Wendy woke up, sitting up in bed, and trembling like a leaf. Her heart was racing and she looked around the room. It was very dark, she looked at her clock and she saw that it was nearing midnight. She slipped out of bed and walked to her brother's room. She opened the door and saw that he was about to slip into bed.

"Hey, Scotty," she said smiling at him and he sat up.

"Are you alright?" he asked her, noticing her puffy and dry eyes.

"I have to tell you something," she said.

"Yeah, I have to tell you something too but I didn't want to wake you," he said.

"You go first," she said sitting on the edge of his head, curling her leg up under her.

"Well, I went over to Derek's to see if he could help me with my memory and he did. So, then Stiles and I went to the scene of the crime to see if I could remember and I did. I didn't kill him!" Scott exclaimed. "I can go out with Allison!"

"I told you weren't a killer," she said shoving her brother playfully.

"So, what did you have to tell me?" he asked her and she suddenly turned serious.

"I -I had a vision," she said softly.

"How bad was it?" Scott asked, fearfully.

"Stiles was dead."

Scott froze and stared at her. He didn't say anything. He stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

"You usually change it, you usually can," Scott asked her. "Can't you?"

"I - I - I don't know," she said softly and began to cry.

She felt the bed dip slightly as Scott sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms. Wendy sobbed into her brother's chest for what seemed like several minutes. Her sobs finally subsided and she pulled back from the hug.

"Stiles kissed me," she said.

"What?" he asked.

She let out a deep breath and proceeded to tell her twin everything that had happened earlier that day. He hugged her again and kissed the top of her head.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked and he nodded.

She slipped into the other side of his bed and drifted off to sleep. The next day Wendy spent avoiding Stiles and spending most of it with Allison and Lydia. Later that evening, she went over to Allison's house to help her look through her wardrobe for their double date that evening.

"You know, you could come with us," Allison told her.

"And be the fifth wheel? No, thank you," Wendy replied, as she sat on Allison's bed.

"So, what's up with up you and Stiles?" she asked, as she looking into her closet.

"Nothing, nothing's up with me and Stiles," Wendy said grumbling.

"It doesn't sound like there's nothing," she told her.

"You're not going to stop asking are you?" the shorter brunette asked with annoyance.

"Nope!"

"Alright, fine," she said and proceeded to tell the both of them about the kiss that happened with Stiles.

"And he said that he didn't have any feelings for you after?" Allison asked her.

"Yes," she replied with a roll of her eyes. "Isn't he romantic?"

"Well, there's other fish in the sea," Lydia said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"There's no one else that I want to be with," Wendy told them.

"Well, what if he never develops feelings for you?" Lydia asked her.

"Then I guess I'll be alone for the rest of my life," she replied.

"Well, that's dumb," Lydia said after a moment and Allison glared at her.

"Thanks, Lydia, love you too," she mumbled sarcastically.

They continued to look through her closet, which Lydia didn't approve of most of the options until she pulled out a black sequined top for her. Just then, Allison's dad barged into the room for which he apologized for. Lydia lay on the bed beside her in a seductive pose. He told them that they would be staying in tonight due to the curfew. Allison argued but eventually gave up in which Lydia commented on her being daddy's little girl.

"Sometimes. But not tonight," Allison said putting on a hat and escaping out the window.

Wendy and Lydia decided to take the stairs. Before meeting up with the guys, Lydia and Allison dropped Wendy off at her house. She climbed the stairs to her room with a heavy sigh and opened the door. She turned to lay on the bed but found it occupied by Stiles. He was on his back, fast asleep, with yellow flowers clutched in his hands. Wendy smiled and took the flowers from him. She wondered how long he was waiting for her as she went downstairs to put the flowers in a vase. When she returned she found him wide awake and searching frantically around the room.

"Hey, are you looking for the flowers?" Wendy asked him. "I put them in a vase downstairs."

He turned to face her, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Look, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you knowing that I didn't have feelings for you but now I know that you have feelings for me, I'm sorry that I don't. I could really, really like you but I can't because I'm still hung up on Lydia and I'm the biggest idiot in the world. What I am trying to say is: Please, don't give up on me," Stiles said.

Awkward silence hung in the air after his mini-speech until Wendy smiled and then it broke. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I will never give up on you, Stilinski," Wendy said. "You're my best friend and you always will be, no matter what happens."

Stiles wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly and burying his face into her shoulder. He lifted her up, her toes no longer touching the floor, and swung her around. She let out a laugh.

"You really are an idiot," she said.

"While Scott is on his date, do you want to go to my house? We could play some COD?" he asked her.

"Okay, but just to let you know, I'm going to beat your ass," she said with a smile.

They didn't get very far in the game when Wendy fell asleep. When she woke up again, he was gone, and she was laying in his bed. She furrowed her eyebrows and wondered how she got here. Did Stiles carry her? Why did her head hurt? Wendy reached up and felt a small bump on her hairline. She was going to kill that idiot. She found her phone and saw that she had 5 texts; two from her brother and three from Stiles.

Stiles: I carried you to my bed cause you were worn out. Also, I may have accidently hit your head on my doorknob. Sorry, please don't kill me.

Scott: Where are you? Why aren't you answering your phone. The date went great, I think Allison is my girlfriend now. (:

Stiles: The driver succumbed to his wounds, he's dead. I went over to your house to tell Scott.

Scott: Stiles is over here, btw. I'm not sure why he didn't just bring you.

Stiles: I should have woken you up. I'll be there in a few minutes. Why does Scott keep glaring at me?

She had just arrived downstairs when Stiles burst through the front door.

"I am idiot, I know, you don't have to tell me," Stiles said. "Come on, Wendow, I'll take you home now."

Her phone buzzed, indicating that she had just received a text. She unlocked her phone and saw that it was from Scott.

There's another werewolf in town, an alpha. It's not Derek.

Wendy shared a look with Stiles, who had peaked over her shoulder to read the text.