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The McCall Twin

Chapter Fifteen – Lunatic Pt. 1

"Puddle!" I shouted as I jumped up and into it. Puddles; like a lake only way smaller. Oh my g, it could be like a lake for ants and all other insects. Puddles aren't racist; they accept all insects.

Stiles stopped as he felt some water get on to him, "Oh, really Emily? How old are you again?"

"You mean how young," I corrected, jumping in another puddle. "And I am sixteen years young, good sir. Though I can see you're reaching retirement age soon due to the fact that you've appeared to have forgotten my age… poor, elderly Stiles." I finished, shaking my head sadly.

Stiles let out a laugh. "This is a fake laugh, by the way! I see no humor in what you are spouting!"

"Hey guys, return to earth," Scott said, calling our attention to him. "Where are we going?"

Twin did have a point. Stiles just came over to our house and told us to get ready then he drove us out here in the middle of the woods. Oh…what if Stiles is the Alpha?! He could be taking us out here and then he is going to slaughter us! It all adds up… Stiles is really lame, like the Alpha. Nah, he was with Scott the whole time and he's too high on Adderall to do anything athletic.

And speaking of my poor, heartbroken twin… Okay, we weren't really talking about Scott, but now we are. Anyways, a new development has occurred since the Alpha-school incident. Yes, this just in, breaking news – Scott and Allison are splitsville! Yeah, I'm a great news reporter, huh? Huh? See being a commenter didn't work out too well. There was this occurrence with an old hag and yeah, just not pretty. Huh, what was I saying earlier? Oh, that's right… SPLITSVILLE! They are done. Allison tore Scott's fast-healing-except-for-breakups heart out and crumbled it into little pieces. Her reasoning: because she felt she couldn't trust Scott. So, Scott has been down in the dumps since then… Hah, did you catch that? Twin's down in the dumps because Allison dumped him. Okay, so not funny. Yeah it is, just don't tell Scott.

"You'll see," Stiles answered and continued walking.

"Emily and I shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak out from what happened at the school." Scott replied, looking back as if Mom was going to pop out.

I wouldn't be surprised if she did. I mean you should've seen her when she picked us up. She was hysterical and she kept holding on to us even though I was like 'personal space, homes'. Oh and then she found out about the cut I received from the lovely Alphanator and she practically jumped me. In fact, the next day, she did. She called off from work and spent the entire day with me and Scott. She never left our sides and she babied us like big time. Not that I'm complaining, but when your mom offers to sit outside the shower and talk to you while you're bathing… Yeah, things get out of hand. The only reason we were even out tonight was because she went back to work.

"I usually try not to agree with twin for the sake of my coolness," Scott gave me a look, "But he's right," I said, falling into step with Stiles. "She'd go ballistic if she knew we're out here."

"Well, be happy your mom isn't the sheriff," Stiles replied. "Okay? There's no comparison. Trust me."

Okay, so he gets donuts for all his meals… His point is?

Scott was still persistent. "Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?"

"Yes," Stiles sighed. "When your best friend gets dumped-"

Scott interrupted, "I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break." Yeah, he got dumped.

"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, twinny." I said, smiling at him. I received another look, which made my smile grow larger.

"All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break…" He paused and lifted a bottle of Jack Daniels out of his jacket. Magic! "You get your best friend drunk."

"I like your thinking, Stilinski," I grinned. "Let's see how old Jackie is doing, shall we?"

Stiles answered, "We shall."

…

Stiles handed me the half full bottle of Jack and then he fell back to the floor. I lifted it to my mouth and tilted my head back. I no longer felt the burn of hard liquor. It was going down smoothly even if it was a bit warm. Cha, I was buzzed.

"Dude, you know she's just one-one-one girl," Stiles told Scott.

I clapped and turned to Stiles. "Ooh, that could be a song!"

"You're right…" Stiles muttered then said, "Give me a beat."

"I got you," I said then attempted to beat box.

He sat up and began singing, "Dude, one girl! One-one-one- one girl! There's more girls! More-more-more- more girls!" He stopped for a second then finished with, "Dude!"

I stopped with my awesome beat boxing and shouted, "Uh, girls!"

"What!"

"Okay!"

"Get crunk!"

"Stilinski and McCall productions, bitches!"

Oh, we'd so make it in the music industry.

Stiles grinned and turned back to Scott. "See? There are so many, so many other girls in the sea."

Scott looked at him and corrected, "Fish in the sea."

"Fish?" Stiles questioned. "Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls."

Scott's into fish? That would explain why he spent so much time with Heraldo. I thought he was being nice, but now I see his true intentions. What a perv.

Stiles sighed, "I love girls. Love 'em 'specially one's with strawberry blonde hair." I grabbed piece of my hair. Dark brown. "Green eyes," Brown eyes. "5'3," Not quite, 5'4.

Sigh. He must be talking about me.

"Like Lydia?" Scott asked rhetorically.

Hah, silly Scott-

"Yeah," Stiles answered.

What the hell.

"Exactly, hey how did you know I was talking about-about," Stiles stopped then smiled at Scott, "What was I talking about?" Scott didn't answer, just sat there and moped. "Hey, you're not happy." Stiles said, sitting up and smacking twin's leg. "Take a drink."

I shook my head. "No, Stiles, what Scott needs is obviously a Happy Meal. Come on, you know the song… Ba da bop, bop, bop, I'm happy!"

Stiles nodded seriously while Scott shook his head.

"So," I trailed, "We need to get twin to a Taco Bell! Fast!"

"Uh, Em, I think you mean McDonald's," Scott said.

"What? McDonald's? No, we are not going where some psycho clown is. What on earth made you think I was talking about McDonald's?" I asked, squinting in confusion at him.

"Yeah Scott, she was talking about Taco Bell. I think you've drunk way too much of Jackie." Stiles slurred.

I stood up slowly and swayed, "Yeah! I think we're going to have to cut you off!" I made my way to him only to slip. Scott caught me.

"Whoa, I don't roll that way. Keep it out of the family." I slurred and Scott just sighed.

"Emily, let's sit down," He sat me down next to Stiles and I lay back on the floor. "I thought I was the one that was supposed to get drunk."

"You're not drunk?" Stiles asked.

"I'm not anything," Scott shook his head.

Stiles spoke up, "Hey, maybe it's like-maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know? You know maybe you can control your drunk as a wolf." Scott looked at him as Stiles questioned. "Am I drunk?"

"You're wasted." Scott replied.

Stiles held up his fist and said. "Yeah~!"

Scott didn't meet his fist and I pushed it down. "Hah! You can't hold your liquor, but I can! I am perfectly, one hundred percent so-"

Scott stopped me. "You're completely wasted."

"Well, your mama wears combat boots!" I shouted at him.

Scott looked at me and said slowly, "Emily, we have the same mom."

"Hell no! Don't bring my mom into this!"

Scott sighed again.

"Aw, come on dude," Stiles said, "I know it feels bad. I know it hurts, I know. Well, I don't know…" Stiles snickered.

I began chuckling, "You and your many girlfriends, huh Stiles?"

He laughed, "Too many to count!"

We laughed and turned for Scott to laugh, but he never did. Ugh, he is so killing my buzz right now.

"But I know this," Stiles continued, "I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse."

Alone.

I'm alone. Derek's gone. He never showed up after the school thing. I went to his house with Stiles one day and nothing. He just was… gone. But he couldn't be gone. He was Derek Hale. Ultimate werewolf bad ass. How could he be gone? It wasn't fair. I didn't even get to go on a real date with him… Or take silly pictures from the picture booth at the mall… Or even get to hold his hand…

Yeah, my buzz was definitely fading.

Stiles laughed, "That didn't make any sense." You have no idea how much that made sense, Stiles. No idea. "I need a drink." With that, he reached for the bottle only to have it pulled out of his reach. We looked up and saw two guys standing there.

"Well, look it the two little bitches getting they drink on." One guy said, laughing at us with his friend. He turned to me. "Oh hey, baby, didn't see you there. What's a nice face like yours doing with these two bitches?"

Before I could thank him for calling my face nice, I was pulled up and back behind someone. Scott.

"Give it back." Twin spat.

"What's that, little man?" Guy 1 said.

Guy 2 spoke up, "I think he wants a drink."

"I want the bottle," Scott said, not backing down. If Allison could see him now. Oh wait, she dumped him… never mind.

Stiles finally made an appearance. "Scott, maybe we should just go."

"You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles." Stiles and I glanced at each other. "I'm not drunk yet."

Guy 1 snorted –unattractive- and began to take a drink of Jackie.

Scott sat me down and stood up slowly. Oh man, they are going to get it. You don't mess with a teenage wolf that just got dumped. No siree. Well, their funerals. Literally!

"Give me the bottle," Scott demanded in a quiet tone. Don't be fooled! Just because he is talking in a low tone does not mean he is okay! Nope, he'll attack. That's what he always does. He confuses you because he always talks quietly, so when he talks loudly, you might think he's upset, but he's not. It's the opposite actually. Twin has a very devious mind… I've taught him well.

Guy 1 signed his death certificate as he shook his head.

All of a sudden, things got even more tense as twin said, "Give me the bottle of Jack."

I tried to look at Scott's face, but all I saw was his back. Suddenly, Stiles hit me. I turned to him and he pointed to Scott's hands. Code claws! And no, not Santa Claus. Ba-dum-psh.

"Scott," Stiles said warningly.

I got up and touched his arm gently. "Scotty," I muttered.

He didn't turn to me, but ripped the bottle out of Guy 1's outstretched hand and then threw it as hard as he could to a tree. I jumped a little at the noise.

Scott turned around and grabbed my arm gently, pulling me away from Guy 1 and Guy 2. I heard Stiles follow behind us, trying to catch up. He finally reached us when we were far away from the guys.

"Okay," He said. "Please tell me that was because of the breakup," Scott didn't answer. "Or 'cause tomorrow's the full moon?" Scott still didn't answer. He just continued dragging me to the Jeep. When we reached it, he opened the door and helped me get into the back. You know, Mom never makes me sit in the back. Big jerks.

Stiles went to the passenger's seat and turned to Scott. "Going home now, yeah?" As soon as Scott nodded, Stiles literally feel into the seat.

Suddenly, I felt really tired. Laying down in the backseat, I yawned and closed my eyes. Before I fell asleep, I mumbled, "Night, Scott… Stiles…" A loud snore answered me. "Jackie…"

-X-

"Oh my God, how can my head pound so hard and not explode?" I groaned as I sat up from my bed. Then I chuckled softly, "I thought really wrong…"

I looked up as I heard a knock and held my head. "Emily?"

I groaned louder and threw myself back onto my bed. I heard the door open, but no movement to look at Mom. I felt the bed sink in.

She asked, "Headache?"

I just groaned and threw the crook of my arm over my eyes.

"Yeah, drinking will do that to you."

I sat up real fast and instantly regretted it. My head just seemed to pound harder. I held my head in my hands and groaned in pain. "I have… no idea what you're talking about, mom. I am a good, above the influence child-"

Mom deadpanned, "Save it. I was a teenager once. I did things with my friends. I've had to hide hangovers from my parents, too." Mommy's really cool. "Now, I'm going to give you an option, but don't expect it ever again." I peeked at her through my fingers. "Do you want to stay home again?" Who is she and what has she done with my mother?

Tempting, extremely tempting, but I'll have to pass. Though I got wasted last night, I didn't get so wasted that I didn't remember anything. No, I remembered everything including Stiles' comment on how being alone sucked ass. And that reminded me of Derek. So if I stayed home it was nutella, pajamas, and Lifetime movies. Best day ever, but I actually miss school. And Adrian. I wonder how he's doing, that chemistry teacher of mine?

I shook my head slightly. "Gotta get my education popping, girl."

She chuckled, "All right." She got up and went to walk out when she stopped, "Watch your brother, he's taking this breakup hard." I saluted and closed my eyes. "Oh and Emily, if you ever come home with a hangover again, I'll kick your ass. Love you, sweetie. Have a nice day."

Yup, that's my mom alright.

After taking a quick shower, I threw on a Spiderman t-shirt and some jeans. I slid my black and white chucks on and grabbed my leather jacket and bag then went downstairs to get some Tylenol, where I met my mopey twin. I pinched his cheek as I walked by him and said, "Ready, Scoob?"

He didn't answer, but I heard his footsteps behind me. I sighed inaudibly. Mom's right; he's taking this 'break' really hard. He's so bummed it's not even fun to mess with him. It's actually quite pathetic. I guess I'll just have to turn to Stiles.

I opened the door and walked out. I smiled as I finally felt my horrendous headache go away. Alliteration is always a good time. All of sudden, I clenched my eyes and held my head. Scott had slammed the door.

Mom doesn't have to kick my ass; my hangover is for her.

-X-

I was sitting in Spanish class when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Checking to see if my teacher wasn't watching, I slipped the phone onto my desk making sure to block it with the person in front of me. His name is Randy and he lets me call him Orton, but that's irrelevant. Surprised I know that word? Me too.

I opened the message and my eyes widened as I read it.

From: Stiles

Scott-1-1. Locker room now.

I quickly replied back.

To: Stiles

On my way.

I raised my hand to ask to go to the bathroom. Ms. Cruz ignored it. I waved it around. She still didn't answer me. So I began banging on the table while raising my hand.

"Yes, Emily?" She snapped in Spanish.

I just smiled sweetly and answered in Spanish as well. "May I use the bathroom?"

"Fine," She replied and pointed to the pass.

I grabbed it and all but ran to the boys' locker room. I seemed to notice that I was going there a lot lately. Thank goodness no one is around or they would they I'm doing things that I shouldn't be doing. Hee-hee, you know what I'm talking about… Taking stuff out of one locker and throwing it another getting them all confused. Wait, what did you think I was talking about?

Pushing the door open slowly, I entered the locker room. My stomach all of a sudden felt uneasy. I still felt like it was that night with the Alphanator. I shivered involuntarily as I suddenly looked around the room and pictured all the blood. I closed my eyes and clenched them tight. I opened them again and let a breath. There was no blood. No dead body. No evil Alpha.

I sighed in relief and turned to follow my wonderful, non-gentlemen brother and bestie's voices, which came from the showers. I covered my eyes one hand and used the other to guide myself towards them.

"So, I got the Scott-1-1," I said, flailing my one arm around to make sure I didn't crash into anything. "Are we all decent? Because I am not trying to see you two unclothed. I- just no."

I felt a slap to the back of my head.

"Stiles," I said warningly, but didn't open my eyes in fear of being scarred.

He answered, "Yes, we're fully clothed." I opened my eyes and looked at him. "And I'll have you know my body is topnotch shape."

"What has your father told you about lying to others?"

"What has your mother told you about talking in general?"

"Mm, the force is strong in this one."

"Strong in this one, the force is."

I turned to Scott when I heard rough breathing. Pushing all those thoughts away, I noticed he was shirtless and looked –surprise, surprise- miserable. I smiled softly at him.

"It'll work out, Scotty."

He just nodded and said, "I looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer."

That's how I feel… about, you know, Derek… Except I felt like I'm being tossed around with a crane everywhere. It sucks. You know when you met somebody and it just clicks for you, but then they don't talk to you ever again and you're sitting there like 'what would happen if he kept in contact?' Yeah well, times that by ten. I just… really liked him and now he's gone… Sometimes things are shit.

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak," Stiles said, rocking on his feet a bit. He shrugged lightly, "About two billion songs written about it."

I frowned and mumbled, "Try trillion." And not one would appeal to me right now. I should've stayed home today because now I'm all depressed. When I get home, Lifetime movies and junk food here I come!

Scott pushed his back to the wall and sighed, "Man, I can't stop thinking about her."

I be thinking about Derek, ooh na, na, na.

"Well," Stiles announced, "You can think about this – her dad's a werewolf hunter and," He made a weird face that I felt should be known. "You're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." He smiled and chuckled slowly at Scott, who returned it with the Stefan Salvatore brooding face. "That wasn't helpful."

"No," I said sarcastically. "You think?"

He pushed me away and sighed, "Dude, yeah you got dumped and it's supposed to suck." Oh Stiles and his way with words. He should tell bad news to people.

"No," Scott stressed. "It's not it. It was like," his breathing become rougher. "Feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions." Can you feel my depression?

"It's gotta be the full moon," Stiles suggested.

Scott accepted it as he nodded.

"So I'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned," Stiles told twin.

I am so sorry, but did anyone else think wrong with that statement. If someone just came and read that sentence, they would think badly. They'd be like 'Damn, this 50 Shades of Grey is getting good'. I know I would, winky face.

"-That way the Alpha who is your boss," Stiles put emphasis on the 'your'. "So he can't get to you." Uh, windows. Just saying, he could get in by windows. Romeo and Juliet know all about that. Ah, those kinky motherfuckers.

Scott looked at him, "I think we need to do a lot more than lock me up in my room."

Don't think wrong. Don't think wrong. Don't think wrong. Damn.

"What do you mean because you get out you'll be caught by hunters?" Stiles inquired.

Scott shook his head and said, "No."

Now I was interested. "Then, what do you mean?"

He walked away from the wall and explained, "Because if I get out," dramatic pause (twin really did, too), "I think I might kill someone."

And that's just awesome. See, I could've stayed home and watched Lifetime drama that didn't involve me, but no. I just had to be a great scholar and responsible teenager, and come to school for knowledge only to be dragged deeper in the drama called my life.

In the words of Jenna Rink, I want a fluffy pillow!

A/N: School is a bitch. I think that should cover why it took me so long. Anyways, what'd you think? I got some reviews that asked for more seriousness from Emily and I complied because they made some really good points. So... how'd I do? Let me know. We've reached 600 reviews, so cool! But you all know I'm a review grubber, so let's get up to 630 reviews, k?
Oh, I was just wondering who do you want to see Emily with? Derek, Stiles, Jackson, or someone else? Just me being curious!

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