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The McCall Twin

Chapter Sixteen – Lunatic Pt. 2

So in the end, I did not receive my fluffy pillow. You know I actually feel kind of bad for Scott. I mean he's going through a lot…turning into some crazed dog every month, avoiding his blood lusting Alphanator's interests (killing) and then being dumped by his girly-friend. Oh, oh I'm sorry he's just on a break. Kind of like me and Derek are. You know because he's AWOL right now, but fear not he's returning soon. I know it. I just know it. I know things. I'm Emily. Boo yah.

Ugh, but until Smexy returns, I shall go upon a normal Emily schedule. Yeaaah, scared you for a second? I mean moi normal? Yeah and Lydia doesn't care about fashion. Oh, just FYI Lydia is a fashion fuc- freak. I was going to say freak. Tee-hee.

Speaking of Lydia, there she is. Talking to…Sarah? No… Jane? Abby? Ah! I remembered! It's Penelope! I grinned silly as I slapped my forehead softly. Silly me!

A cough pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked over to my left to see Lydia standing there with Penelope behind her. I realized they had both seen my grin and slapping of the forehead.

I grinned sheepishly and waved slightly, "Heyyy."

Lydia rolled her eyes and pursued her lips, "I can't believe they let you run free around a school nonetheless."

Penelope snickered.

I turned to her and gave her the 'Mom' look (raised eyebrow); she stopped suddenly. She thinks she can make fun of my mental issues? HELL NO. Only Lydia is allowed because she's…well Lydia. This is how Lydia and I communicate! Penny can't just come up in here and join! She thinks she's going to take Ally's spot? I'll tell you again- HELL NO. Ally's just out of action right now. HAH in both ways! Yes, kiddies, I do mean physically. No more Scott = no more unexplainable hickeys and soreness, if you know what I mean. And if you don't…how the hell did you get this far in the story?

"Nah," I shook my head, glaring at her, "Hold up, Penelope. You do not snicker at me. You don't know me like that. You don't know my life!" Penny looked startled whilst Lydia looked amused. "The hell? Uh-uh! You don't get to laugh at my damn expense and then look like a freakin' deer in headlights after! What? You scared, Penny?"

She mumbled something, but it was too low for me to hear.

"What?" I all but shouted. "Speak up, Penny!"

She had the decency to look sheepish as she spoke, "My name's not Penelope."

"Oh yeah?" I raised my voice, prepared to verbally attack her then I realized what she said. "Oh…"

Shit. Shit. All right, play it cool.

"You think I care…?" I said toughly, but looked expectantly at her.

"Lori…"

"Yeah Lori, you think I care? Huh, Lori? Did it ever occur to you that I knew, but didn't want to call you that?" I'm full of it. "I like Penelope and you look like a Penelope, therefore to me you are Penelope. Problems with that, PENELOPE?"

She shook her head.

That's right, be afraid. Bow down to me! Wait, no I haven't taken over the world yet. That day will come… Insert evil laugh here.

"Oh," Lydia chirped, "Now I remember why I associate with you."

I looked at her then Penelope, who also looked at me like I was supposed to know Lydia's reason. But Lydia obviously wasn't going to give a reason anytime soon.

"You're amusing."

Okay, I lied. She did give a reason.

I'm not going to fret. After she said that, I felt smug. Yes indeed-y. Lydia Martin thinks I'm amusing! She doesn't give anyone compliments and yet I just received one in front of another person, too! And the person happens to be someone I dislike. Penny's probably soaking in jealously from it.

I glanced at her and she was picking at her nails.

Oh yeah, she's dying from it. She's so upset because she didn't get a compliment from Lydia, whereas I freakin' did! Can I get a 'woot-woot'?! Yeah-uh!

"You know, in an underdeveloped manner."

Uh…

I was lost for words until I heard that stupid snickering again. I turned to face Penelope and glared a hole into her blonde self. COUGH, FAKE, COUGH.

"You wan' go, Penelope?!"

"Hey, Em, Lydia."

Penelope was one lucky ducky.

I stopped my almost tirade and turned to face my twin, who had just arrived. He still seemed angst-y. Not that I could blame him with all his troubles, but I got problems too and no one seems to care about mine. Except Byron. Byron cares.

"Hi twin," I smiled and launched myself at him. "I heard your co-captain now! Congrats, brother from the same uterus! I mean, if it was me, I would have made main captain. But not everybody can be like Emily."

He sighed, but returned the hug. "Thanks, Em." But he stopped and asked, "Wait, how do you know? Coach just announced it in the locker room."

I pulled away and laughed lightly, "Hah, it's not like I had my ear against the door listening or anything. No, definitely not that. I respect others' privacy." I ignored his look of disbelief as I looked around and asked, "Where's the Adderall-ic? Heard he got moved to first line due to a pink eye epidemic."

Scott nodded, pointing from the way he had come. "He went to the lacrosse field."

"Well, I shall go congratulate my twit, Stiles." I replied then faced Lydia. "Lydia," I gave her 'the nod'. You know the one where you look at someone and barely move your chin into a slight nod position. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Then smiling, I looked at Penelope and said, "You've been touched by an angel, girl." She looked a bit scared and that make me happy.

"See you twin," I began walking away, but stopped as Scott said, "Call him Biles."

Without questioning, I replied, "Kay!"

I bet some of you are asking why I accepted twin's advice so easily… Well just remember Stiles likes to get himself into stupid and unwise situations. Say it with me – He's Stiles.

Or, excuse me, Biles.

-X-

"What it do, Biles?!"

Finstock groaned, "Female McCall, get your ass off my field!"

"I think you forgot to add a word equivalent to 'sexy' in front of ass."

"McCall!"

"I know, I know. You'll lock me up for sexual harassment. But just remember, it's not harassment if you like it."

"Mc-,"

Stiles suddenly came up behind me and shouted to Finstock, "Sorry Coach! She has disease where she talks nonsense! We've tried to research it, but it's futile! We deal with her calmly and slowly!" He gently grabbed ahold of my shoulders and said slowly, "Emily…we…go…to…bleachers…now…okay…"

I gave him a look as he pulled me to the bleachers and deadpanned, "Seriously, Biles, seriously?"

"What? Don't give me that look." He said, throwing his hands in the air. "He's really like one step away from actually calling my dad."

I grinned at him, "Aw, so you're protecting me? Biles, you do care!"

Stiles rolled his eyes and snorted, "We humans have to stick together, what with bloodthirsty Alphas, uncontrollable werewolves, and psychotic hunters."

I snorted at that then flicked him in the forehead.

"Ow," He cried. "What the hell?"

Gosh, he really is a wimp. But then again I am the mighty, strong, and powerful Emily. Mr. Incredible? Bitch please.

"Congrats on getting moved up to first line," I cheered, smiling toothily. "Your seat on the bench will surely miss your ass warmth."

"Yeah thanks," Stiles replied. "And it can miss my warmth all it wants, but that bitch ain't ever getting my ass again."

"You tell 'em, girl!"

"Yeah– really?"

"Yeah, really."

He nodded with a determined look on his face. "You know what? I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you. I've got practice so I can kick ass at the game!"

I nodded and smiled widely, "That's the spirit, Biles!" I gave him a high five then commented, "I mean you're going to need it with all that time you were on the bench."

His shoulders slumped and his face went blank. "Gee thanks, Emily."

"Anytime," I chirped.

"No," Stiles cried. "No, I'm not going let my consistency of being benched bother me. Nope! I'm going to get some good news right now from Scott." He grinned smugly, but it faltered. "I hope."

"Good news, huh?" I questioned as I moved closer and bumped my hip against him. "Did Scott finally find out if you are attractive to guys?"

He nodded and said, "Yup." Then it hit him what I had said. "What? No. Freak." I just grinned at him. "Look, you know how Scott can smell emotions off people-"

I interrupted him. "No, I didn't know that."

If I had known that, then I would've asked Scott to smell the hot and sexy emotions coming off of… Derek. I'm sorry it still hurts to even think his name. I know he's out there and he'll come whenever he's ready, but… it just really sucks donkey balls. I guess the McCall twins must've done something bad. I mean Scott gets dumped (let's be real, there's no such thing as a break; they're broken up) and Derek disappears off the face of the planet. And…and it's all that damn Alpha's fault! I really hate that guy! I hope he gets caught on fire! Dick wad.

"Really?" Stiles asked.

"Yes!"

"Don't care." My jaw dropped in utter disbelief. "Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah-"

I crossed my arms and turned away. "No, shut up. I don't want to hear anymore."

"Really, Emily?" I ignored him and he sighed, "Fine."

Yup that's correct – I. Do. Not. Care. I don't care what important news Scott was retrieving. I don't care why it would make Stiles the happiest mutant on Earth. I don't care that he hopes for it to be true. I just don't care. No fucks given here. No siree.

…Fuck.

"Wait, I lied," I said, spinning around, "You know I joke, Biles. Now don't be shy, dear. Go on with your story. Something about twin smelling emotions…"

Stiles went on to tell me how if twin could smell emotions then he could basically smell how someone felt about another someone. CoughhowLydiafeelsaboutStile scough. So, being the kindhearted and supporting friend, Scott went to go ask her and see if she gets any feelings stirring up when she talks about Stiles. I got to hand it to him; he's persistent. I don't think Lydia has a thought about him other than 'who is he again', but if this helps him sleep at night –or do other things- then be my guest.

"Well, I wish you the best of luck, Biles." I said then gently knocked my fist against his chin. "Now go get 'em, tiger. Get your ass out there and kick some ass." I paused. "We've been talking about ass a lot lately…"

"Yes, our conversations do mention ass several times."

"Well, see you later, asshole."

"Yup, ass-munch."

I walked to the parking lot and searched for Mom. I smiled at her as I got into the car. But even I couldn't keep the gnawing feeling of pain as I thought of Derek. It didn't hit me until I mentioned it Stiles… I've been saying ass a lot… If you remember –how could you forget- Derek has a really incredible ass, but he's MIA. Thus the depression enters.

I sighed loudly and blew my hair out of my face.

Being a teenager… enough said.

-X-

"You're my friend right?" I asked then nodded, "Yes, I knew I could always count on you."

"Emily?"

Turning to the doorway of the kitchen, I faced Mom as she called out to me. "Yo?"

"Are you okay? I heard you talking." She glanced around the room. "Who were you talking to…?"

I pointed.

"Oh…" She replied then she said slowly, "Emily, you do know that it won't answer right?"

I gave her a blank look. "What do you mean?"

Mom huffed in exasperation. "I mean that the chocolate frosting will not answer because it isn't alive."

I gasped and brought the frosting to my chest. "Can no one leave me with happiness?!"

"What?" Mom asked, but then slapped herself lightly on the head in realization, chuckling, "Wait- chocolate frosting, talking to inanimate objects, and the feeling of happiness being taken… A guy screwed you over."

Oh, how I wish he screwed me over…and over again.

I let out a huge sigh and mumbled, "Not quite." Then I proceeded to grab my spoon and scoop up a crap load of frosting onto it; I shoved it into my mouth. Clean minds for a second, k?

"Well then I'm all ears," She declared as she sat down at the table with me.

Letting out another huge sigh, I spoke, "It all started when this sexy guy came to help Scott deal with his werewolf self. But Scott wouldn't let him because he didn't trust him. He thought the sexy guy was killing people because everything kind of went back to him. Like for example, we went to the sexy guy's house and found a girl's body cut in half buried in his backyard. Anyways, we finally found out that it wasn't the sexy guy's fault; he was innocent. The actual culprit was the Alpha, the douche that bit and turned Scott into a werewolf.

So the sexy guy continued to try and help Scott, but along the way he got shot with this weird bullet that slowly kills werewolves. Oh btw, he was shot by a hunter. I don't know too much about them except that we have a couple in our town, one of them being Mr. Argent, Allison's dad. But I saved him with my fiery kiss and he turned out to be fine. If you know what I mean… Unfortunately, it didn't count for much as twin wouldn't listen to the sexy guy.

You see, the sexy guy said Allison wasn't good for Scott's control because of twin's horny emotions. It made him start to turn. So sexy guy said for Scott to avoid her to gain better control and to stay away from her dad, who will try to kill him for being a werewolf, but did he listen? Noooo. And then the Alpha decided to come out and play. He almost attacked Lydia and Jackson at the video store then killed the worker.

Lydia was crazy on loopy pills, but she definitely saw something. It was the Alpha, but she was confused that it was a mountain lion. Then when the mountain lion was in the school parking lot, Stiles' dad was hurt and Scott blamed himself for not helping and having more control with his werewolf senses. So Stiles then came up and decided to teach twin control; it ended up working. But that didn't stop the sexy guy from helping twin. Though he was not pleased with Allison around, he still tried to teach Scott. But when Stiles helped, he found out that Allison actually calmed twin, so sexy guy lost that argument.

Then one night, Scott and I found the sexy guy attacking Deaton, so we had to step in. Sexy guy had got it into his head that Deaton was the Alpha causing all the trouble. So to figure it out, Scott came up with an idea to go to the school and use the huge speaker to call out the Alpha. Sexy guy and I stayed watch on Deaton, who he knocked out, while Scott and Stiles were doing their thing. It kind of worked…

The Alpha appeared, but before he came for us… he stabbed his claws into the sexy guy and threw him. He, uh, didn't move and after the whole being-locked-in-the-school-with-a-killer fiasco, I looked for him but he was just…gone. I really liked him and now he's gone, and I can thank that douche of an Alpha. Now I'll never know how he felt about me…"

It was just too much to explain, so I simply said, "I was talking to this guy and he kind of just went MIA on me."

Mom nodded and smiled softly, patting my head, "Yeah sweetie, there are those guys out there. I'm sorry you have to go through it, but just keep your head high and pimp hand strong." Yes, my mother did, in fact, say that. "If he couldn't stay around then he doesn't know what he's missing out on. Besides there are other guys, don't fret." She rubbed my back.

It wasn't exactly his fault that he left… and I don't want another guy… I couldn't exactly tell her that without being interrogated after, so when in doubt… fake acceptance. "You're right, Mom. Thanks. I feel better now."

She smiled, "I'm glad, sweetie."

I nodded, "Yeah well, I'm just glad you stopped me before I finished the whole container of frosting. Do you know what it would do to my hips?"

She chuckled and kissed my forehead. "That's more of my problem, girl." Then we paused as we heard the door being opened. Scott. "That must be your brother. I'll go say hi then I'm out of here. See you kid." She said before heading out the kitchen to the front door.

"Yeah, see you," I replied, waving my hand slightly.

Ugh, this depression is making me depressed. I need to get ahold of myself! I'm worrying over nothing! I don't even know if Derek's hurt or not. He could be just fine. I'm worrying too much and that's unheard of with me. Emily McCall, worry? Nope! So, I'm going to stop right now!

…

OH DEREKKKK!

NO! I slapped my cheek.

I will not fall back into depression! I will go to the front door and be fine. I will say hi to my angst-ridden brother and go watch some Supernatural. Yes, stick with that plan. Everything goes well with Supernatural.

Or with One Direction…

Oh yes, One Direction can pull me from this depression. Lovely Liam, Sexy Styles, Hot Horan, Luscious Louis, and Magnificent Malik. Ah… that brought my mood up a lot. Now time to go see twin!

"Twin, you're home-," I cried before looking. My shoulders fell, "And you're not my twin." I peered around Stiles. "Where's my twin?"

"He's, well, I don't know," Stiles replied. "Not home yet…?

"You let my angst-y brother travel alone?"

"He's a big boy…"

"I guess I can't really blame you. Scott didn't seem like being around anyone and since the breakup, he's even worse, so he probably just wanted to be alone."

"Now don't get mad at me! It's not my fault!" Stiles defended then paused. "Wait, huh? You're not upset? You don't blame me?" Moving the back of his hand onto my forehead, he said, "Do you have a fever? Are you sick?"

I chuckled and moved away, "No just kind of tired. Long day, you know."

He nodded, "Yeah, I know. I kind of just want to go to bed, but I've got to help Scott with the full moon."

"I'm actually gonna go to bed." I said, rubbing my head. "Watch some Supernatural, listen to One Direction."

Stiles nodded. "That's cool. Scott shouldn't be that bad to handle. Besides I'm still freaking out on how you haven't hit me for leaving Scott by himself."

"Do you want me to hit you?"

"Uh, no. No, I'm good. You go on with your Supernatural and One Direction. …Huh?"

"What's up?"

"Oh nothing. Just thinking about Harry's hair. It's like wow."

"Correction – he's like wow. But yes, his hair is really glorious."

"What if I had hair like that? …eek."

"Yeah no. Just no."

"I know… scary. Well night Em."

"Stiles," I said, giving him 'the nod'. Then I walked up the stairs to my room. I changed my clothes into pajamas and snuggled down into my bed. I hadn't realized how tired I was until I actually laid down. I guess Supernatural would have to wait. Grabbing my headphones and iPod, I blasted One Direction and drifted to sleep.

Mmmm…1D…

-X-

I awoke by being shaken and immediately went with my instinct of what it could be. So I sat up and shouted, "Earthquake! Earthquake! Earthquake!"

"No, Emily! Not an earthquake! It's just me!"

I glared at Stiles and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Wow, you looked and sounded just like your mom right now."

"Stiles!"

"Scott's gone! He broke out!"

My eyes widened and I felt much more awake. "What?!"

"I know, I know!" Stiles said as he began pacing. He turned to me, "I gotta go look for him."

I got out of bed. "I'll go with you."

Stiles shook his head and said, "No, you stay here and wait for him. We can't lose all faith in him just because he decided to go cuckoo right now. He might actually get ahold of himself and come back home."

"And you want me to wait here and call you if he does?" I asked but it came out more like a statement.

"Exactly," He nodded. "I'm going. I'll let you know anything."

"Got you, homes." He turned to leave, but stopped when I called him. "Be careful out there. I can't have a fellow human getting killed."

He nodded, "You be careful, too, if he comes back." I saluted him and he was gone.

I hope Scott's all right…

-X-

I was pacing in my room. After Stiles left, I couldn't sit down or be silent. I had my earphones in loud, but I never once let go of my phone. I stared at it like it was a lifeline. When the hell was Stiles going to text me that everything was fine? Or that I needed to get an animal chip installed into twin, so I would never lose him.

I looked at my phone excitedly as I received a message from Stiles.

Didn't find him, but I found something else that might cause problems.

I didn't bother to text back as I threw my phone on my bed. I ripped my earphones out and made my way to twin's room. The door was open and there he was, sitting there on his bed. I froze at the sight of him. He was okay…

Scott caught sight of me, "Emily? I-,"

I launched myself at him and hugged him tight. I closed my eyes tightly.

"Em, whoa," He said, but returned the hug. "I'm fine."

I let go after a few minutes and looked at him. He smiled softly at me and I to him then I kicked him in the shin hard. His eyes widened.

"Emily, what the hell?" He cried in more of shock than pain. Remember he is wolfy now.

I continued to punch and kick him.

"How dare," punch, "you," kick, "scare me like," kick and punch because I'm just that talented, "that! Who do you think you are?" By now, he had hugged me again to stop me from hurting myself more than himself.

"I'm sorry," He said, hesitantly releasing me.

I looked at him and mumbled, "Yeah whatever." He smiled at me and that was when I struck again. Ignoring his outraged cry, I finished with, "Don't do it again."

He grinned and raised his hands in defense, "Yes ma'am."

"That's right, pup."

I turned to walk to my room, but he stopped me with his cheesiness. "Hey Em, thank you. For everything."

I smiled at him and winked. After that, all I wanted to do was sleep. But first I was thirsty. Pacing can do that to you. I'll have to thank Scott for making me worry. My legs are probably nice now from the pacing workout. Ah, a nice workout. My twin was safe. Now all I had to do was text Stiles and tell him Scott's good then I could go mi-mi's. But water first.

I headed to the stairs and before I could actually go all the way down, I looked up and froze. My brown eyes were wide with incredulity as I stared. My heart stopped beating as did my breathing. If I wasn't holding on to the railing, I'm pretty sure my legs would've given out. Everything around me seemed to freeze. I couldn't believe it. Is this real? Am I dreaming? There, standing before me, was…

"Derek."

Alive and still gorgeous.

A/N: I know what you're thinking. 'You update after two months and leave us with a damn cliffhanger?! Ho...' Yes, I'm terribly sorry, but come on... DEREK'S BACK! And I will try to update quicker, but I can't promise anything. Enough of that... what did you think? Nay or yay? Let me know! And from all the 'duhs' I received in the reviews, I know it's Derek and Emily all the way! Review grubbing time - let's go for 690, k?

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