Firstly, Status Update none of you care about and really doesn't matter but I'm going to inflict upon you all anyway! Okay, so, 60 is done. I think I'm going to do 1 more chapter in Derek's perspective (maybe), then one in I think either Chris' perspective or Derek's perspective again (if you know what I'm talking about and are already worried because Chris already tried to murder Derek, clap your hands! *clapclap*), and then a chapter (maybe 2?) at the house from another perspective that's gonna be really interesting, and then I think we'll be going on the date. I hope that was as enjoyable for you guys as it was for me. Onto Replies~~~!

Mars: Helloooo~! Ghost Sheriff is best Sheriff, Ghost Sheriff is going to have tons of personality and should be loved, Everyone is going to join you in love of Ghost Sheriff… GHOST SHERIFF. (I knew that was gonna be memeable the second I typed it.) I'm SO sorry that you're looking for suspense however because literally all you're going to get for several chapters is a chapter of two teen girls getting ready and 3-4 chapters of just "A Day In The Life Of Derek Hale".

Matt: Hi Matt! Welcome to the fun. Petopher is the ship name for Peter Hale and Christopher Argent! The ship plays an active part in this AU so if you'd like to review their plotline so far, it overtly starts at chapter 32, though there are some instances of Chris alluding to it prior to that I believe. Well, I know he does at least once. Otherwise I'm not sure. After that point they're the focus of chapters 37 and 38, and will have another chapter or 2 surrounding them and their relationship soon.

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Allison bit her lip looking through her closet to find something "date-nighty" as Lydia put it. She didn't entirely know if had anything that fit the bill. Her mom was always getting her such pretty clothes, and Allison did love them, but her mother was a bit stuck in the "my little girl" frame of mind, and so she didn't really have anything… hot per se. She didn't ever really consider she'd need anything hot. She took a black t-shirt with grey splotches, with thin fabric that fit her pretty complimentingly. Lydia made a half-hearted considering face, but shook her head.

"Pass." Allison gave her closet a surprised look as she turned to put the shirt back. She glanced over the selection she'd been through ten times and took a more colorful shirt with a loose fit that she really only wore to certain outings particularly when she wanted to pass when she was a bit younger. Lydia didn't pause a second before making a decision on it. "Pass." She got up off the bed. "Here, let me look." She came over and combed through the closet. "Pass…" She muttered pushing each shirt aside. "Pass… Pass… Pass- Ugh, pass on all of it… We're going to have to go shopping for you too. You have the style of a middle schooler, all you have are blouses and emo tees."

"Hey," Allison said in mock offense, as Lydia laid a few shirts on the bed and took a picture. "I rock emo tees…"

"And Stiles thinks t-shirts and flannels 5 sizes too big are cute. While that may be true, does not translate to date nights, sweetie." Allison looked over Lydia's shoulder as she texted.

"Buuuut, you're asking him what I should wear?"

"He knows the tastes of a sexually frustrated teenage boy better than either of us, soooo…." Lydia shrugged, as Stiles replied.

"the black one's cute" The text read. All the shirts were black. Allison giggled as Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Stiles Stilinski, I will hurt you. They're all black."

"what? no way. At least 3 of them are pink."

"THERE ARE ONLY THREE"

"oh shit" Another text came in a second later before she could yell at him. "jk I like the sequin one. shiny" Lydia smiled triumphantly.

"Thank you, you pain in the ass."

"Cy" He replied, along with various heart emojis. Lydia clicked the power button on her phone and threw it on the bed, taking the other two back to the closet without a second thought. Allison smiled, picking up the shirt and evaluating it. She didn't usually wear it, it didn't lend as much to her figure as she would've liked, but she figured at least she could maybe skip the push-up bra for the night. Lydia came over seeming to be thinking about saying something, but her dad came in stealing Allison's attention. He still wasn't used to the knocking rule, but he seemed deep in thought so she wouldn't scold him.

"Dad..!" She said feigning the surprise that had already passed.. "Hello…" He seemed to come back to himself as he started putting on his jacket.

"Oh… Right... I'm sorry, I completely forgot to knock…" He pointed to the door with his thumb. Lydia didn't seem to mind, plopping down on the bed, nonchalantly excusing herself from the conversation.

"Hey, Mr. Argent…" She offered though. Allison rolled her eyes at her, and returned her attention to her dad.

"It's fine, dad… Did you need something?"

"I wanted to tell you you'll be staying in tonight."

"What? But I'm supposed to be going out with my friends tonight, we agreed-"

"Hey-hey-hey, it's outta my hands there's a curfew. You're not supposed to be out passed 9:30pm."

"But-But we're all driving, it's-"

"Allison, I don't want you out when there's some animal out there attacking people. Have your friends come over, order a pizza or something." Allison sighed putting the shirt down on the bed. As frustrated as she was, her dad wasn't going to listen. "Hey… No more arguing. Love you." He said before turning and walking out.

"Love you…." She muttered begrudgingly, biting her lip. Lydia gave her a look and then gave the same to the door her dad had left through. Allison didn't wanna know what she was thinking. Lydia hummed for a long moment, as if waiting for her dad to be gone before speaking.

"Well, looks like someone's daddy's little girl…" Allison bit her lip before hurrying over to close the door.

"Sometimes… But not tonight." She quickly got changed, ignoring Lydia appreciatively watching her.

"Ya know, I don't know how I became friends with a bunch of troublemakers, but honestly amen."

"Let's go…" Allison smiled, pulling on her hat. Lydia seemed confused as she started climbing out the window.

"What're you doing?" Allison flipped down from the roof, letting her muscle memory take over. Her legs gave out as she landed but she managed to just stumble to composure.

"8 years gymnastics! You comin'?" She smiled up at Lydia, catching her breath. Lydia's look of horror and concern had been relieved some once she saw Allison safe and sound. She hitched her thumb over her shoulder.

"I think I'll just take the stairs…" Allison nodded, and went to meet Lydia at the car.