"Hey!" Eli ran after the truck that was towing a blue jeep. "Wait!"

"This your car, kid?" the man asked him. "Reported as abandoned."

"No." he slowed down with an exhale. "It's not abandoned. It's- it's my honeymoon car!"

"Your what?" he gapped.

"I'm engaged." Eli rose his eyebrows, crossing his arms confidently. "I can send you an invite."

"Hey!" Lydia ran after him.

"Oh, thank god." Eli exhaled, backing up to be behind her. "You do the talking, I was stalling."

"This is your vehicle?" the man laughed.

"Does it matter?" the strawberry blonde tilted her head.

He scoffed. "Sounds like a no."

"I- I told you." Eli cleared his throat. "Honeymoon."

"It's mine!" Scott ran after them.

"Thank god." Eli exhaled. "I was stalling again."

"My jeep. I'll move it. Once I get the keys." Scott exhaled with a nod of his head. "From my locker. After you leave."

"He's renting it to me and my fiancé." Eli exhaled, a tight lip smile to go along with it as he rocked on his heels.

"I'm sorry, once it's on the hook..." he trialed off.

"Please don't say you're on the hook." Lydia cringed with a look of disbelief.

"I can unhook it for you." Eli shrugged. "My arms are a lot stronger then they look."

"It's true." Scott nodded.

"That's why he proposed to me." Eli slapped Scott on the back with a smile. "And why we're taking the jeep on the honeymoon to..."

"Mexico." Scott hummed with a smile.

"Congratulations, sorry." the man tried to leave them.

"Wait, okay. There's gotta be something we can do." Scott looked in a begging manor. "Sign something? Call someone?"

"Buy someone a vegetarian pizza?" Eli suggested with risen eyebrows. "Tacos?"

"Pay someone?" Lydia cut in with risen eyebrows.

The man smiled. "Drop fee's a hundred and fifty. Cash."

"A hundred and fifty? This thing isn't even worth that much." Scott looked in disbelief.

"I have the key to it though." Eli nodded as he met his eye, getting a look of disbelief. "It has the license plate number on it. I found it in Stiles' room."

"Eli." Lydia smacked his arm. "Give me your money."

"I'll say I was robbed." Eli exhaled, pulling his wallet out and giving her what his dad gave for groceries. "By a strawberry prostitute."

"Mm, okay." Lydia gave him a sarcastic smile, looking to Scott. "Hello?"

He groaned, pulling out his wallet. "All I have is fifty dollars. And when I say all, I mean a-"

Lydia snatched it from his hands, handing it to the man as he smiled, unhooking the jeep. Scott looked to Eli. "You have the keys?"

He exhaled. "I have a screwdriver."

"We just paid all that money for a screwdriver?" Scott asked him in disbelief.

"It has the license plate number on it." He gave him a wide eyed look. "Trust me."

"Every time we trust you, it ends badly." Scott shook his head quickly. "For a screwdriver?"

"Be a good fiancé and drive me to my house." Eli patted his back, encouraging him to go first. "I'll get it."

"Eli, is that you?" Lydia leaned on the door when the boy was trying to get the car started with the screw driver, a shrieking sound coming from the jeep.

He pulled his hands back. "Not me."

"Eli." Malia ran over with Scott close by. "Get out."

She pulled the door open, holding his hand to help him out for the jeep. Lydia shook his head. "It's coming from inside."

Scott took his place, looking around oddly. "Is that a police radio?"

It suddenly paused, making Malia look to Eli. "Why'd it stop?"

Scott shared a look with Eli, Lydia shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

She hit the switch over and over to try and get it to come back on. "There has to be a reason."

"Aye!" Eli hit the radio.

"Eli." the trio scolded him.

"It works when my radio starts to mess up." he defended himself. "Sorry."

Scott pulled an odd look, Lydia looked back. "You got a scent?"

"Yeah." his eyebrows stayed scrunched. "Uh, ours. Mine, yours, all four of us."

"Mine?" Malia gapped with a stupid look. "I've never been in this Jeep before."

"Neither have I." Scott shook his head.

"What'd I tell you?" Eli drummed on the side of his head. "In my brother room."

"He's right, we just don't remember it." Lydia agreed with Eli.

"Parrish checked the Vin number. There's no record of a owner." Scott looked over at her knowingly.

"The Jeep didn't just drive itself here." she gave a dumbfounded look. "And how else would Eli have the keys?"

"Screwdriver." Malia corrected. "He has a screwdriver."

"With the license plate number on it." he pointed out, tilting his head in her direction.

Malia gave a look of disbelief. "Who's side are you on?"

The boy reddened in the face. "I-I'm n- you- we are-"

"Okay, no sides." Scott cut in to ease Eli's sudden panic. "We're on everyone's side."

Lydia dug in the glove compartment as Malia gapped at Eli. "You say we are a team."

"We are a team." he twirled a piece of her hair slightly. "Still like me?"

She exhaled. "Maybe."

"What if we get a fake deer pizza?" he offered with a smile. "You like me then?"

"Fake deer!" she yelled in disbelief. "What did I tell you about the fake deer?"

"It's better then the fake pig." he tossed his hands up in surrender.

"We can get him back." Lydia's words sudden brought the pair back, looking her way as she yanked something from the glove compartment, shoving it to them.

"It's from '96 and there's no name." Scott read from the paper.

"But there's an address." Malia pointed to the little words. "129 Woodbine Lane."

"I know that address." Lydia looked up.

"Woah, I like it." Malia spoke as her and Eli took watch of the jeep, Lydia and Scott asleep inside. "How are we doing on rent?"

"If we can get a little bit more, we can cover rent for a year." he spoke as they scanned through the photos of the apartment in Paris. "And, if things go south, MeMaw said we can stay with her in Sweden."

"How much is a little more?" Malia titled her head his way.

He shrugged. "Three thousands."

"How many pictures is that?" she gapped. "We barley get 10 off the ones we sale now."

"But, we're done great so far." he pointed out with a grin. "We can sale my dads car."

She cracked a grin. "Still not a fan of him being there?"

"No." he rolled his eyes, jumping up to sit on the hood of her car. "I just miss when it was just me and my mom."

"She seems happy." Malia followed to stand infront of him, her hands onto his knees. "Want me to eat him?"

He cracked a grin, looking down with a faint giggle. "Is it the season?"

"Coming up." she agreed.

"My mom, she loves him, but she's not...in love with him." he tried to explain in a way that would make more sense then to just him. "It just feels like she is giving him another chance because she wants to be happy and doesn't know what it's like with anyone else but him."

Malia frowned her eyebrows with an exhale. "I like your mom. She should send him back to Sweden."

"That's what I said." he agreed. "I think she seems too much of him in me."

"You like your dad?" Malia gave a look of disbelief. "Not true."

"Very true." he shook his head. "We do a lot of things the same."

"Doesn't make you're like him." she grasped his hands. "I know you're not a cheater."

Eli met her eye with a gentle stare. "I'd never do that to you. I'd never want to."

"I know." Malia promised, cupping his face with a shrug. "I'd eat you if you do."

Eli smiled, leaning in and accepting a kiss to the lips, grinning into it.

A loud roar echoed from the woods, the pair pulling away from each other quickly. "Did you hear that?"

"I think all of Beacon Hills heard that." Lydia jumped out of the jeep, Scott followed.

"Who is it?" Scott shook his head, not recognizing it.

"I'm not sure, but I think i recognized it." Malia spoke, latching onto Eli's hand.

"Go!" Lydia suggested.

"I'm stay with her, hurry." Eli spoke quickly, hanging back with Lydia. "Be carful!"

Lydia exhaled. "What the hell is happened?"

"Don't know." he gapped at her, tilting his head slightly. "Smells like a barbecue."

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kylie speaks

oh lawd, what's a good season
without some eli and peter
interaction?