AN: HELLO! Wow, four reviews, four follows, and three favs? On the FIRST chapter? I'm amazed. So, here's a nice long one for you all. Also, each episode will have its own chapter, so expect each update to be far out (about two weeks, since this includes the writing process and the editing which, we can all thank my best friend for. Seriously, she is a freaking tropper and because of her the story doens't suffer.) Thanks again, everyone! -OGP
-I KNOW! YOU'RE A WEREWOLF!-
Millie jolted out of sleep to the ringing sound of her alarm clock. Her loud groan was muffled by the pillow that hid her face and her hand went to smack the clock on her bedside. She missed the first few times, banging her fist around the device until she finally hit it and it sounded off. She sat up with much more difficulty than was probably necessary and she was fairly sure that her right eye wouldn't open fully.
She hated mornings. Especially mornings that began at six am.
Millie raised her hands to push the curls out of her face when she realized she was wearing a jacket. She looked down, puzzled, and saw that it wasn't hers but Stiles's.
Why am I wearing Stiles's jacket? She thought to herself and then she remembered the events of last night. The woods, the rain, the cops and "Scott!"
Millie jumped out of bed, stumbling over the blankets, and busted through Scott's door. She sighed in relief when she saw him sleeping. She walked over to the his bed, shoved him over and laid down on her back, staring up at the ceiling and feeling the same guilt of leaving him that she did last night.
Scott moved around and sighed. "Millie?" He murmured.
She turned her head to look at him. "Do you hate me?"
Scott's head flopped back against his pillow, his eyes half shut. "What are you talking about?"
"Last night," Millie sat up.
Scott's eyes open wide and he sits up too. His hand goes to his side and he looks at Millie with wide, fearful eyes.
"What," Millie urges, "What's wrong?"
"Okay, don't freak out," Scott begins slowly, his hands raised in what was supposed to be a calming gesture.
Millie swatted his hands away. "Of course now I'm going to freak out when you say something like that."
"Millie!" Scott exasperated, "I really need you to not freak out cause I am totally freaking out!"
Millie sighed. "Okay," she said calmly, "What's happened last night?"
Scott lifted his shirt slowly and Millie winced when she saw the bandage covering nearly his whole side.
"Jesus," She hissed, "What the hell happened?"
"I got bit by a wolf," Scott said hesitantly. He watched her as she took in what he had just said. Her eyes were narrowed, lips pursed, and head shaking.
"I'm serious," He continued, "There was a wolf and it bit me."
Millie was blinking insistently and she was driving Scott crazy the more she didn't say anything.
"Millie!" He shoved her shoulder, "Say something."
"I mean, Jesus, what do you want me to say?" Millie was taken aback, "Are you okay? Well, I mean, clearly you are, but-,"
"I'm okay," Scott interrupted, "Really. I feel fine. It doesn't even hurt anymore."
Millie shrugged. "Well," She sighed as she laid back down, "I guess that settles it. So you're not mad at me for leaving you?"
"No," Scott laughed, laying down next to her, "I didn't even come out where we parked. What ended up happening with the sheriff? Did you get in trouble?"
Millie laughed as she told Scott about Sheriff Stilinski's lecture on invasion of privacy and the many felonious crimes they had committed over the past few years. They laughed as they recounted the time last summer they had been downtown and Stiles had dared Scott to walk past Mrs. Keller five times, each time without a piece of clothing.
"Oh crap!" Scott jumped out of bed as he checked the time, "School starts in an hour!"
Millie saw that the clock said 7:30, and she scrambled out of the bed too. The two siblings hurried to get dressed and make sure they had everything they needed. They were ready in record time, both bounding down the stairs and into the garage.
"Race you?" Millie smirked at Scott as she swung her leg over to sit on her bike.
Scott hadn't said anything, just raced off and laughed as Millie shouted after him, calling him a cheater. Their high school wasn't far, but it took them fifteen minutes to bike there. The air was chilly and Millie had been only in shorts and tights with a pink tank top covered by a grey cardigan. Scott had dressed more appropriately for the weather, but the school was in sight so she knew she'd warm up soon.
Millie followed Scott into the front of the parking lot and she gasped as a silver porsche nearly ran into her brother. "What a jerk," Millie said as she came up next to Scott, locking their bikes in.
"Dude!" Jackson Whittemore exclaimed as he got out of the brand new car, "Watch the paint job."
"Get out of here, Jackson," Millie waved her hand away at Jackson.
"Yo! Jackson! Let's go!"
Jackson turned to the guys calling out for him, turned back to Millie with a final glare, and walked away.
"Since when does Jackson drive a porsche?" Scott said as he eyed the fancy car.
Millie shrugged. "Want me to key it?"
Scott shook his head and lead Millie towards the door with a smirk.
"One day," Millie sighed wistfully.
"This is why the Sheriff thinks we're criminals," Scott scolded, but he was still smiling.
"There's Stiles!" Millie pointed a few feet away. "Stiles! Hey!"
Millie jogged up to him and he looked up from his phone. He smiled and waved and excitedly peered over Scott's shoulder.
"Alright, let's see it!" Stiles clapped.
Scott looked at Millie and she shrugged. "I might have told Stiles."
Scott rolled his eyes and lifted his shirt. Stiles whistled low and picked at the bandage.
"That's serious, man."
"Yeah," Scott said as he began leading the way to the front doors. "I'm pretty sure it was a wolf. I don't know what else it would be."
"That's doubtful though," Stiles pointed out, "Since wolves haven't been in California for like sixty years."
"Really?" Scott asked.
"Yes, really. There are no wolves in California."
"Well if you don't believe me about the wolf than you'll definitely not believe me when I say that I found the body," Scott smiled with raised brows.
Stiles jumped and said, "No way!" as Millie turned to her brother in shock and shouted, "What?"
"I'm gonna have nightmares for a month," Scott stated.
"How do you just casually forget to mention that to me?" Millie said as she shoved Scott.
Scott shoved her back and Stiles laughed, ignoring the siblings banter. "That is freaking awesome. It's the best thing that's happened in this town since-," Stiles leaned to look past Scott where Lydia Martin, the prettiest girl in school according to Stiles was walking by, "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey! Hey, Lydia! And It looks like you're going to ignore me again."
Millie watched as Lydia walked into the school, her hair flowing and outfit perfect. She was beautiful. She couldn't blame Stiles for having a crush on her. She'd have a crush on her too had Millie liked girls. Hell, Lydia was gorgeous and desirable regardless. Millie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and wondered if boys thought that she was pretty like they did Lydia. Wondered if Stiles thought she was pretty.
Wait, what? She thought to herself. Where did that come from?
"You know," Stiles turned to Scott, "You're the cause of this."
"Huh-huh," Scott smirked.
"You're dragging me down your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I'm like scarlet nerded."
Millie laughed, ignoring her previous thoughts. "Scarlet nerded?"
"Whatever," Stiles was smiling and shoved Millie's shoulder with his, "See you in class."
-!-!-!-!-
Millie was doodling on her paper, her pen going around in circles, kind've like a volcano. She was trying not to fall asleep as the boredom sat in.
Mr. Wilson was writing on the board as he said, "As you all know, there was a body found in the woods last night."
Stiles was sitting behind her and Scott to their left. Stiles excitingly drummed on her shoulders and winked at Scott.
"And I am sure," Mr. Wilson continued, "Your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios for what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect which means, you can give all your attention to the program on your desk."
Millie groaned along with her classmates. She had been flipping through the syllabus when she noticed Scott squirming in his seat and looking around frantically.
"Scott," she whispered, "Scott," she said again, trying to get her brother's attention.
Scott stopped squirming in his seat but he looked past Millie and out the window. She couldn't see what he was looking at and then his eyes started to trail along the walls, and the board, and then stopped at the door. It was like he was seeing past the brick and stone of the wall.
Scott was watching the class door intently when the Principal walked in, a girl trailing behind him. "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."
Allison took the seat behind Scott and he turned around, holding a pen out to her.
Allison, surprised, smiled and took the pen. "Thanks," she said hesitantly.
Millie gave Scott a pointed look once he turned around and he only shrugged. She looked from Scott to Allison and back to Scott, who was smirking to himself. Allison was quite pretty, Millie noticed, her dark hair was long, like Millie's, but Allison's was curlier. Millie and Scott's eyes met and she wiggled her brows suggestively. Scott rolled his eyes and looked back to the board.
-!-!-!-!-
Millie and Scott's lockers were next to each other, so that meant she was subjected to the serious heart eyes Scott and Allison were making from across the hall.
It was no surprise to Millie when Lydia Martin approached Allison at her locker, interrupting the weird consistent eye contact they had. Millie slammed her locker shut, gaining Scott's attention. "You two have spoken a total of two words to each other and you're already making eyes at each other?"
Scott shrugged and turned back to his locker with a small smile.
Stiles and their friend Trish came up to their lockers and Trish looked at Allison, who was now with Lydia and her boyfriend Jackson with disdain. "Can someone tell me how new girl, who's been here for five minutes, can already hang out with Lydia's click?"
"Because she's hot," Stiles said as he leaned on the locker next to Millie, "Beautiful people herd together."
"Scott, you okay?" Millie peered closely at her brother, who was in some sort of trance with his head tilted down.
Scott shook his head and looked at his sister. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine," Scott shut his locker, "I have to get to class. See you later?"
"Yeah," Millie nodded halfheartedly.
"I'll catch up with you later, Millie?" Trish said as she adjusted the strap on her shoulder, already walking backwards and towards her next class.
"Sure thing," Millie says though she doesn't mean it, and she knows neither does Trish. They never "caught up" and had girl talk. Trish didn't have many friends and neither did Millie. Millie had exactly two best friends, and one of them didn't even count since he was her brother, so really it was just Stiles. Trish was always just around, someone she'd see at parties, even if they hardly went to them. But, friends were important and numbers mattered, so, Trish was her friend. Even if it didn't feel like that sometimes.
"Come on," Stiles bounced on his toes, "We've got trig together next."
Millie smiled and followed her hyperactive best friend to their next class. If the number of friends you had mattered, then Millie was sure Stiles counted for at least ten people and she was rich in numbers. He was her best friend, and there was no way that he'd never not be.
-!-!-!-!-
School had ended but Millie still had a long time to go until she could go home and hide in her room to detox after a strenuous day of teenage frantization. She loved school, but most times it was really hard to deal with other teenagers.
"But if you play, I won't have anyone to talk to on the bench! Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?" Stiles exclaimed to Scott.
Scott and Stiles had been bickering since they got out of the boys locker room about Scott wanting to play on first string. Really, at this point, Millie was done with the whole conversation. If Scott wanted his moment in the sun and off the bench, then by all means, he should knock himself out, but if Millie had to hear one more excuse from Stiles why he shouldn't, she was sure she was going to lose her mind.
God, she hated sports.
"Let it go, Stiles," Millie said softly, trying to be as reassuring as she could, "Let him go for it."
"I can't sit out again," Scott said, "All my life, I have been sitting on the sidelines. This season I make first line."
Millie clapped them both on the shoulders, ending the conversation. "This is where we part. Good luck, don't break a leg, and make me proud."
Millie walked to the bleachers, and took out her laptop and headphones. She'd look up at the players and Scott and Stiles occasionally and watch them practice. Scott had waved at her and she grinned as she waved back but she noticed that he wasn't looking at her. Embarrassed, she lowered her hand and looked behind her.
Allison, the girl in her English class, was sitting with Lydia.
"Sorry," Allison had noticed that Millie had waved as well.
Millie shook her head, "It's okay," she laughed, "I'm usually the only girl Scott waves at and waves back," Millie suddenly realized how badly she just embarrassed her brother, especially to the girl he was crushing on.
"Not that girls don't wave back," Millie urged, "Lot's of girls wave back, he's a total lady killer, wait, no he's not. I'm just gonna shut up."
Allison laughed and Lydia was looking out at the field, clearly not interested in the conversation in front of her.
"It's okay," Allison said, "Is he popular with girls or something?" Allison coughed, "Do you know Scott...well?" she laughed nervously.
"Oh god!" Millie cried, her eyes wide in panic, "Not like that! He's my brother! We're twins!"
Allison gapped. "Oh!"
"Yeah," Millie laughed, the conversation turning really awkward. "I'm Millie, by the way."
"Yeah, we had English together," Allison leaned forward, shaking Millie's outstretched hand.
"So who's older?" Allison asked, "You don't even look alike."
"I'm older by three minutes," Millie smirked, knowing how much Scott hated it, "And boy and girl twins usually don't look alike. Thank god, right? I'm the better looking twin," Millie winked and Allison laughed.
"He seems pretty good," Allison pointed at Scott, who had caught the ball.
"Yeah," Lydia quirked her head, "he is. Who is that again?"
"Are you serious?" Millie turned to Lydia, "That's Scott McCall. We've known each other since the third grade."
Lydia shrugged and turned her eyes back to the field. Millie glared at the redhead. She really, really hated Lydia Martin.
-!-!-!-!-
Stiles, Scott, and Millie were walking in the woods, cheering and applauding Scott for his skill on the lacrosse field.
"I don't know what it was!" Scott said excitedly, "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball! And that's not the only weird thing. I hear things I shouldn't be able to hear, I smell things..."
"You smell things?" Stiles said doubtedly, "Like what?"
"Like the mint gum in your pocket," Scott pointed at Stiles's pocket, "And Millie's perfume, lavender or whatever it is."
Stiles reached into his pocket, "I don't have any mint gum in my," Stiles pulled out a stick of gum and he and Millie's eyes met, confusion and questions racing through their minds.
"So, all of that started with the bite?" Millie asked, looking at Scott.
"What if it's like an infection? Like my body is full of adrenaline before a shock or something." Scott was rambling and Millie was trying very hard to keep up with everything.
"You know what," Stiles pointed, "I actually think I heard about this. It's a specific kind of infection."
"You're serious?" Scott exclaimed, looking at Stiles with wide eyes.
"Yeah. I think it's called lycanthropy," Stiles said and Millie bursted out laughing. She was cackling and leaning over, slapping her knee.
"What is that?" Scott panicked, "Is that bad?"
Millie leaned on Stiles for support. "Oh, yeah," Millie said gravely, "It's the worst. But only once a month."
"Once a month?" Scott cried.
Stiles chuckled, "Huh-huh. On the night of the full moon."
Stiles and Millie looked at at each, grinning like fools, and imitated a wolf howling. Scott, who was panicking about the situation gave them very serious looks, and shoved them both. Millie and stiles were still laughing as their eyes met. Millie's heart did an odd flutter. What was going on with her? She looked away quickly and diverted her eyes.
Stiles laughed. "You're the one who heard a wolf!"
Scott rolled his eyes, looking down at the forest ground and searching for his inhaler. "It's not funny, there's seriously something wrong with me!"
"I know! You're a werewolf!" Stiles proclaimed. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me trying to melt all the silver I can find it's because Friday is this full moon."
"Stiles, shut up," Millie interjected, "Scott, you're fine. I'm sure that there is a reasonably logical explanation for all of this."
Scott smiled at his sister, mouthing his thank you. She always had his back. "I could have swear it was there," Scott said as he looked back at the ground, "I saw the body, the stags running, and then I dropped my inhaler."
"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles said as he looked around the ground too.
Scott sighed, "If he did it I hope he didn't take my inhaler, those things costs like eighty bucks."
Stiles suddenly turned around and frantically swatted at Millie.
"What?" Millie spun towards him, "What, Stiles?" She said, annoyed by Stiles constant swatting.
Scott stood and looked over at where Stiles was pointing. A man was looking at them and Millie took a step back into Stiles chest when he began to walk towards them.
"What are you doing here? Huh?" The man yelled at them, "This is private property!"
The man was looking at them with such anger and rage that Millie was positive they were going to have to bribe this guy in one way or another for him to spare their lives. His gaze softened when he looked at Millie and he wouldn't stop looking at her. It made her even more uncomfortable with the situation than she already was.
Stiles cleared his throat and stepped in front of Millie, "Hum... Sorry, man, we didn't know."
"Yeah" Scott said hesitantly, "We were just... looking for something... Hum, forget it..."
The man looked at Millie closely one more time, and then at Scott. He shook his head and then reached into the pocket of his leather jacket. He threw Scott his inhaler and then walked away.
"Okay," Millie said slowly, her voice pitched in fear, "That was beyond creepy."
"That was Derek Hale!" Stiles shouted in a whisper, "You remember, right? He's just a few years older than us."
"Remember what?" Scott asked, ever the clueless one.
"His family, they all burned in a fire like five years ago," Millie said, and then added, "He seems really familiar."
Scott quirked a brow, "What is he doing back?"
Stiles shrugged, "Don't know. Come on. This place is giving me the creeps."
-!-!-!-!-
Millie was sitting on her bed, her homework spread out in front of her when her phone started to ring. She was home alone, Scott being at work, and any little noise made her jump.
"Hey, Mom," Millie laughed, "You scared me."
"Home alone?" Her mom guessed.
"Yeah, Scott's at work."
"You know, you wouldn't have to worry about being home alone so much if you just got a job."
Millie rolled her eyes. "I had a job, Mom. It just didn't work out. I'm looking for another, don't worry."
"Honey," Her mom laughed, "Working at a froyo shop for two weeks hardly qualifies as a job."
"What was it you needed mom?" Millie diverted.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot,"
Yeah, cause you were too busy nagging me, Millie thought.
"Millie did you hear that?"
"Oh, no sorry mom, I just got distracted with all the homework I have to."
"I said that you need to do the groceries soon, since I'm picking up extra shifts." Her mom said.
"Okay, no problem. See you later, Mom."
"Bye, Honey."
Millie hung up the phone and checked the time. It was late, nearly eleven, and Scott should be coming home soon. Millie put all her books into her bag and brought the covers over her. Her lights were off besides the fairy lights that hung around her room and she was nearly asleep until her brother came barging into the house and in her room. He pounced onto her bed and hugged the pillow she wasn't using.
"Are you on drugs?" Millie grunted as she struggled to pull the blankets he had taken back over her.
Scott frowned down at her. "What? No."
"Well you must be if you thought jumping onto my bed while I was trying to sleep was a good idea."
Scott sighed happily, ignoring Millie's discontent, "But the best thing has happened."
"Mhmm," Millie grumbled, "that's awesome."
"Allison hit a dog," Scott said blissfully.
"What?" Millie shrieked, sitting up and looking at her brother incredulously, "Are you sure you're not on drugs."
"I'm not on drugs, Mill," Scott droned, "The dog is fine, but I got to see Allison shirtless-well, her back, but still it's the- ow!"
Millie had smacked Scott.
"What was that for?" He shouted.
"You perv!" Millie shouted back.
"Would you let me finish?" Scott barked.
Millie laid back against her pillows with a huff.
"As I was saying," Scott excitedly wiggled around to face her, "it was raining and Allison had hit a dog, it was just a broken leg so I fixed it, and long story short we're going to the party on Friday together!"
"No way!" Millie cheered.
"Not too bad for your nerd brother, huh?" Scott winked at Millie.
Millie smirked and bumped her shoulder with his. "Not too bad."
-!-!-!-!-
"Scott!" Millie called out. She was running to the lacrosse field as she came up next to Stiles.
"Scott! Scott, wait up!" Stiles yelled out as well.
Millie and Stiles looked at each other through narrowed eyes and then raced off to reach Scott first. Stiles had gotten to him first but Millie shoved him out of the way.
"Get in line," she grunted, "I need to talk to him first."
Stiles pulled Millie back and side stepped her. "Well tough luck cause I do too."
Millie huffed and shoved her hands against his chest to push him out of the way. She had to ignore the way his chest felt under her fingertips. "Scott McCall where were you this morning?" Millie said, ignoring Stiles.
"We'll talk about it later," Scott said as he continued to walk towards the huddling lacrosse players.
"Scott!" Stiles urged, stepping in front of him.
"Man, it's selections, it can't wait?" Scott hissed. He was angry and Millie could see something was wrong with him. He wasn't like his usual self.
"Just hold on, okay? I heard my dad on the phone. They found animal hair on the body." Stiles continued.
Scott shook his head. "I gotta go."
"Wait, no, Scott!" Stiles called out, "You're not gonna believe what animal it was!"
As Scott ignored Stiles, Millie turned and gave him a questioning look. "Stiles, what's going on?"
"The fur found on the body," Stiles was fidgeting with his hands and bouncing in place, "It belonged to a wolf."
Millie's eyes widened. She turned to look at Scott slowly. "You were right," she whispered, thoughts and theories running in her mind.
"Let's go, gather around! Come on!" Coach Finstock shouted in the middle of the field.
"That's my que," Stiles ran off to the other players and Millie went over to sit on the bleachers, biting her nails as she watched her brother fiddle with his lacrosse stick.
Millie noticed Scott gesture to someone behind her and Millie turned around to see Allison, smiling and gesturing back.
"You got a question, McCall?" Coach barked.
Millie groaned as Coach Finstock continued to baster on Scott. Scott eventually picked up a lacrosse stick and ran onto the field. Millie clapped in support but watched nervously as Scott ran about the field. He wasn't doing so great in the beginning but something changed. He started to ran faster, dodge quicker, and Millie was dumbfounded at his sudden remarkable plays. Millie watched as Scott took off into a sprint. Two other players were running towards him but out of nowhere, Scott flips over them both. Millie's jaw hung open. She had never seen him do that before. He threw the ball and went into the goal. Millie was frozen in place. Unable to applaud and cheer for him as everyone else was.
Coach finstock was just as surprised as Millie, maybe even more. He yelled out to Scott, "McCall! Get over here? What was that? This a lacrosse field! What, you're trying out for the gymnastic team?!"
"No, coach..." Scott says.
"What the hell was that?" Coach yelled what everyone was wondering.
"I don't know... I was just trying to make the shot." Scott said.
"Yeah, well you made the shot," Coach laughed, "And guess what... You're selected, buddy. You make first line."
Everyone restarts to applaud again but Millie and Stiles's eyes meet worriedly.
-!-!-!-!-
Millie had gone with Stiles to his house to research more on what was happening with Scott. Whatever it was, it wasn't normal and they seemed to be the only two people who believed that. Stiles's room was covered in articles on lycanthropy, wolfsbane, and silver.
There was a knock on the door and Millie looked up from the article she had been reading saw Stiles open it.
Stiles pulled Scott in quickly, closing the door behind him. "Get in. You have to see this. I've been up all night, reading, websites, books, all those things-"
"How much did you Adderall today?" Scott interrupted Stiles.
"A lot, doesn't matter. Just listen-"
Scott sat on the bed next to Millie. "Is this about the body? Did you find who it is?" He interrupted again.
"No," Stiles shook his head, "They're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale."
Millie shifted uncomfortably.
"Oh, the guy on the woods." Scott says easily.
"Yeah, but that's not it, okay?" Millie could see how Stiles was getting increasingly annoyed with Scott.
"What then?" Scott asked,not understanding.
Stiles looked to Millie and she nodded for him to continue. "Remember the joke from the other day? It's not a joke anymore. The wolf, the bite in the woods...Do you know why a wolf howls?"
Scott Shrugged. "Should I?"
Millie smacked her forehead. Her brother was so dense sometimes.
Stiles sighed exasperatedly. "It's a signal! Ok? When a wolf is alone and howls, he signals his location to the rest of the pack! So if you heard it, maybe you're not the only one, maybe there's a pack of wolves."
"A pack of wolves?" Scott asks innocently.
Stiles shifted on his feet, bouncing and looked at Millie at again. "No, werewolves..."
Scott stood suddenly. "Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."
"Sit down, Scott!" Millie yelled suddenly. She was sick of Scott refusing to listen and ignoraing what was going on with him.
Scott looked at his sister in surprised but didn't sit.
"I saw you on the fields today Scott. What you did wasn't just amazing, alright? It was impossible!" Stiles argued.
"I just made a good shot." Scott defended.
"No, you made an incredible shot!" Stiles argued again. "I mean, the way you move, the speed, the reflexes! People can't just do that overnight! And there's the vision and the senses and you don't use your inhaler anymore."
Scott shook his head and went for the door. "I can't think about this now, we'll talk tomorrow."
"The hell we will, Scott. You're going to listen to us right now!" Millie shouted, eyes wide in anger. "The full moon is tonight and you're going to let us help you!"
Scott threw his head back in frustration. "Don't you get it? What are you trying to do? I made first line, I have a date with the girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, everything in my life is somehow perfect, why are you two trying to ruin it?"
"We're trying to help!" Millie shouted, facing off with her brother. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the logical part of her told her to stop, to be kind. They never fought. But Millie went on. "You're cursed, Scott. The full moon won't only make you physically change, it's also gonna give you blood craving."
Scott gulped. "Blood?"
"Yes, dimwit." Millie sighed, turning over to Stiles.
"Yeah, you're gonna want to kill," Stiles said, fidgeting with his hands.
Scott glowered at Stiles and Millie. "I'm already feeling like I want to kill."
Millie gapped. "Oh hell no!"
Millie charged at her brother but Stiles wrapped his arms around her and held her back.
Stiles try to hand Scott a book while holding a very livid Millie. "You have to read this. The change is caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. I've never seen someone raising your pulse like Allison does! You've got to cancel this date. Call her right now."
Stiles let go of Millie, who went into Scott's bag and took his phone.
"What are you doing?" Scott shouted.
"Canceling the date," Millie's fingers went to type Allison's name but Scott reached for the phone.
"No!" Scott shouted, "Give me it!"
Millie tossed the phone to Stiles but Scott was quicker. He pinned him against the wall and had his fist raised. Millie froze. Scott had never ever been one for violence.
"Scott," Millie said slowly, "Think about what you're about to do..."
Scott looked from Millie to his fist to Stiles. He dropped his hands from Stiles and punched the chair instead.
Scott looked gravely at Stiles and Millie. "I'm going to that party."
Scott grabbed his bag and left. Millie fell back onto the bed, not understanding what just happened. That wasn't her brother was sweet and thoughtful, not rageful and violent.
"Millie," Stiles said softly.
She looked up and saw that he was pointing at his chair with long deep claw marks.
-!-!-!-!-
"Here's the game plan," Stiles said as he put his key into the ignition, "We go to the party, you distract Allison, and I'll grab Scott. We meet at my car and, boom, we're good. In and out."
"That's it?" Millie said, "That's your brilliant plan?"
"Yup," Stiles laughed nervously.
"Okay," Millie did too, "Then that's it."
"What happens when we do have Scott?" Millie said after a moment.
"I-uh-I haven't really thought that far ahead yet..." Stiles looked at Millie and laughed again.
Millie gulped and nodded slowly. "Cool. My brother might kill me tonight and my idiot best friend has no plan to stop it. Cool."
"I don't see you making any plans," Stiles pointed.
"Can we chain him up?" Millie suggested.
"Yeah," Stiles scoffed, "Cause I have chains lying around."
Stiles pulled up to the house that was overflowing with teens. Millie looked at Stiles and he nodded, starting towards the back entrance.
"Split up and meet at my car in ten," Stiles whispered in her ear.
Millie nodded and pushed her way through the crowd, which wasn't easy considering everyone was drunk and really bad at dancing. Millie had spun around every brunette she could find but none of them were Allison. The inside of the house seemed to be gaining more of a crowd so Millie followed the flow of the group and finally caught a glimpse of the tall brunette she was searching for.
"Allison!" Millie yelled out.
Allison turned and waved when she saw Millie. "Millie, hey. I didn't know you were coming!"
"Yeah, I didn't either," Millie muttered sarcastically.
"What was that?" Allison cupped her ear and leaned down to Millie's height.
"I said have you seen my brother?" Millie shouted.
"Oh, he went to grab drinks, I think. He was acting a little strange though."
"Strange?" Millie perked, "What do you mean strange?"
Allison shrugged. "We were dancing and you know," Allison blushed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Oh, get over it," Millie waved off her embarrassment. "So you were kissing my brother, so what?"
"That's when he started to act weird. Millie, what if he doesn't like me?" Allison gripped Millie's arm, eyes pleading for an answer.
"Trust me," Millie laughed, "That isn't it. I'm going to check on Scott. See you later?"
"Yeah," Allison leaned back dejectedly.
"Are you going to be okay?" Mille asked.
Allison nodded. "Yeah, yeah I'll be fine. I'll just get a ride from someone here."
Millie smiled and nodded then pushed her way through the crowd again. Millie felt kind've bad for Allison but continued to push through the crowd. She saw Stiles waving at her frantically and she went over to him.
Millie was just about to say what Allison had told her but her blurted out before she could say anything. "Scott's gone!" He said
"What?" Millie exclaimed. "Where did he go?"
Stiles shrugged dramatically, "We wouldn't still be here if I knew!"
Millie groaned. "I bet he's at home, let's just start there."
Stiles drove at record speeds and finally they were at Millie adn Scott's house. Millie ran up the stairs, Stiles trailing close behind. Millie shoved Scott's door open and saw that he wasn't anywhere to be seen but that there was light coming through his closed bathroom.
Stiles slowly walked to the door and knocked once.
"Go away." Scott grumbled from the other side.
"Scott!" Stiles urged, "It's me and Millie! Let us in, Scott, we can help."
"No!" Scott shouted, "Listen, you've got to find Allison."
Millie leaned towards the door. "She's fine," She said as reassuringly as she could, "Someone took her home, she's totally fine."
"I think I know who it is," Scott grumbled again from the other side of the door.
"Let me in!" Stiles urged again. "We can try..."
"It's Derek Hale!" Scott shouted, "Derek Hale is a werewolf, he's the one who bit me, he's the one that killed the girl in the woods."
Stiles looked at Millie with wide eyes. "Derek is the one who drove out Allison from the party."
Millie didn't know that. Her guilt about leaving her now multiplied. Millie couldn't explain it but Derek made her feel very uneasy.
There was silence from the bathroom and Scott hadn't said anything.
"Scott?" Millie yelled, jiggling the doorknob. "Scott!"
"Let me," Stiles guided Millie away from the door. He took the doorknob in his hand and shoved the door open with his shoulder, but Scott was gone.
"We have to go to Allison's house!" Millie pushed Stiles towards the door and again, he drove at record speeds. They arrived at Allison's house in no time, but Millie was nervous wreck.
"This is my fault," She said as Stiles knocked on the door.
"Hey," He turned to her, "No it's not. It's your idiot brother's fault," he said as he turned back to the door.
Millie smiled at him for a moment but turned to the door as it was open.
"Hi, Mrs Argent!" Stiles exclaimed, "You have no idea who I am, I'm a friend of your daughter's. Look, this is gonna sounds kind of crazy, hum, really crazy actually, you know what, crazy doesn't describe-,"
"Is Allison home?" Millie interrupted and Stiles stopped his rant.
"Allison! It's for you."
Allison appeared at the top of the stairs and Millie and Stiles breathed out a sigh of relief.
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"This has been one hell of a night," Millie sighed.
"At least it wasn't my doing this time right?" Stiles joked.
Millie looked over at him and couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her mouth. Stiles grinned at her and Millie ignored that weird feeling in her chest that had been happening whenever Stiles smiled or laughed.
"You've got to be kidding me," She said bluntly, her laugh cutting off.
"What?" Stiles asked.
Millie lenaed forward and pointed down the dark street but she could still tell that it was Scott. He was walking shirtless.
Stiles halted to a stop and Millie jumped out the car. Scott looked at her with sad eyes and Millie wrapped her arms around him. She leaned back and then swatted his arm.
"You are the biggest pain," She shook her head, "But I somehow still love you."
Millie climbed into the back seat and Scott leaned his head against the window. "You know what actually worries me the most?"
Millie rolled her eyes as Stiles said, "If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head."
"She probably hates me now," Scott whined.
"I doubt that." Stiles said, "But you should come up with a pretty amazing apologie."
"Or you know you could just... Tell her the truth and come up with the fact that you're a werewolf," Millie pointed.
Scott sighed and turned back to leaning his head on the windoe.
"Okay bad idea," Stiles said lowly, "Hey, we'll get through this."
"Yeah," Millie leaned forward and gripped Scott's shoulder, "We're with you."
Scott didn't say anything, but gripped onto Millie's hand, speaking the words he didn't say but Millie knew anyways. She always knew.
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And here we are! Told you it was long :) Any comments, questions, or concerns, let me know!
Also, I changed the Hale fire from ten years ago to five years ago. You'll know why eventually.
-OGP