𝟎𝟔 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔

✯☾✯

"𝑺𝒐, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓?" Stiles deadpanned as he opened the doors to the school for Lizzie and Scott to walk through. The trio's topic of conversation was Scott's dream last night about potentially killing Allison.

"I don't know." Scott stammered. "I just woke up."

The three fell into step. Scott in the middle, Stiles to the left and Lizzie to the right. They walked slowly down the hallway as they contemplated another of Scott's werewolf problems.

"And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe." Scott continued on. "I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently." Stiles smirked at his own snarky comment. In Stiles world, he was the funniest person alive.

"I once had a dream where I was running naked through a field and Michael Jackson turned up and started yelling the lyrics to, I want it that way at me." Lizzie added in. She was still munching on a piece of toast that was a substitute for her breakfast this morning.  The two boys shook their heads at her.

"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, B, never give me that much detail about you in bed again, Stiles. And C, your dreams are odd, Lizzie."

"Yes, they are." Lizzie agreed as she took another bite of her toast.

"Noted. Let me take a guess here though-"Stiles started but Scott cut him off.

"No, I know. You think this has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like, I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

"Please don't do that. That would be an awful first date. In fact, it would be your only date. 'Coz she'd be dead, and you'd get a life sentence." Lizzie advised. Scott pulled a strange face and Stiles scoffed.

"Lizzie, please shut up. Scott, come on. It's gonna be fine, all right?" Stiles reassured. "Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."

Lizzie flipped Stiles' words over in her head. Scott was handlining this well. Just two months ago he'd expected to start his sophomore year as a perfectly normal teenage boy but instead he gained claws and fangs and also had his whole world turn upside down.

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher." Scott turned to Stiles with a raised eyebrow.

"You're not talking about creepily hot Derek, are you?" Lizzie exclaimed and Stiles hit Scott over the back of the head.

"You're forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail." Stiles scolded his friend. The trio were certainly not on good terms with the Hale man at the moment.

"Yeah, I know but I was chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real." Scott optimised.  He was willing to try anything at this point because if there was one thing her didn't want to do now that he had supernatural abilities, it was to hurt his crush.

"How real?" Stiles questioned.

"Like it actually happened." Scott murmured jokingly. The three finished the length of the hallway and pushed through the back doors. Scott's words were immediately thrown back in his face and all three mouths dropped open.

One of the school buses was caked in blood, the door was half hanging off and there were police crowding the scene.

"What in the shining happened here?" Lizzie gawked.

✯☾✯

Lizzie had made her way to her locker after she'd found Allison was in fact alive and classes had to proceed as normal. Upon arriving she smiled as she noticed the familiar tall boy she'd been hanging around with a lot.

"Hey." She greeted him with a pat on his arm. Isaac said hi back, but he didn't turn to her, he kept his face hidden in his locker.

"You seen what's going outside? Freaky, huh?" Lizzie attempted to make conversation but only got a vague response. She took her hand and placed it on her friend's arm causing him to flinch at her touch.

"Sorry." She retracted her hand. She felt as if she shouldn't have touched him, like maybe she'd over stepped. "I shouldn't have- Isaac, are you okay?"

Isaac didn't say anything for a few moments. He wondered if he should tell her. No. He could come up with a lie, if he told her, it would only make matters worse. Maybe he would tell her one day. He already felt like he could trust her with his life, but he didn't want his family burdens to be loaded onto her too.

Gradually, he retracted his head into view and faced Lizzie. Her pupils grew and her face morphed with concern. A large scratch was etched down Isaac's face, stretching from his ear to his chin and once again, he had a black eye.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Lizzie stood on her tiptoes so she could inspect his injury properly.

"I-uh got into a fight." Isaac stammered. He had told himself to come up with a lie however he hadn't actually thought about it, and it wasn't the best. Lizzie lifted her arm to touch it but met Isaac's gaze first as if asking for permission.

He nodded and the girl gently traced her thumb down the cut.  The taller boy's blue eyes bored into her as she gazed thoughtfully at the side of his face with great intensity. His heart quickened. She was so soft when she touched him. It made him feel safe.

"Some fight, dude." Lizzie's voice came out in a whisper, she was unable to stop the concern that amplified it. As she looked, she couldn't help but wonder if it really was a fight which landed him these marks. Was it a knife fight, did he get jumped?

"Yeah, it was pretty brutal." Isaacs eyes grasped onto Lizzie's and then his control slipped, he glanced at her lips briefly and then back into her eyes. Only then did the girl realize the decreasing proximity between her and Isaac's faces and her stomach did some sort of weird front flip. She felt an urgent need to close the gap between the two.

Luckily, the bell cock-blocked them before anything could happen. Thank God Lizzie thought. If they were going to kiss, it would not be in school.

If.

Oh my god. She was thinking about if they were going to kiss, like there was a possibility. For fucks sake. She fell down from her tip toes and back onto the balls of her feet. Both teens sported a faint blush on their cheeks.

"I-uhm gotta go." Lizzie said quietly in a desperate attempt to leave the situation.

"To class?" Isaac questioned; creases began to appear on his brow.

"Class...oh yeah, I have to go to class, so I'll see you later, yeah?" Lizzie nodded and tried to end the conversation.

"Lizzie, you have chemistry. We're in the same chemistry."

Shit.

"Oh yeah, well come on then let's go." She urged and started speed walking down the hallway as fast as she could without seeming completely crazy. Isaac tried his best to keep up with her, yelling at her to wait. Lizzie couldn't hear him. She was too busy trying to make sense of the feelings in her stomach that she'd gotten before when Isaac had looked her lips.

Butterflies.

Double fuck.

✯☾✯

In chemistry, Lizzie had completely refrained from even looking in Isaac's direction and fixed her stare on Harris' ugly face.

Don't look at Isaac.

Don't look at Isaac.

Don't look at Isaac.

Don't look at- oh you stupid idiot.

Lizzie's eyes uncontrollably wondered to Isaac beside her. She took a moment to truly take in his beauty. She thought he was what could only be described as a pretty boy.

A really pretty boy who had nice lips.

And nice eyes.

And nice hair.

And he was super sweet.

And he-

Lizzie was brought back to reality by a pencil that had been chucked at her head. She tore her gaze away from Isaac and looked to her right to see Scott and Stiles laughing at her. Scott pointed between his friend and Isaac and raised his eyebrow. Lizzie's eyes widened and she shook her head frantically. Stiles made a kissy face at her, and she picked up the pencil he had chucked at her and hurled it back at him.

"Okay, okay ow." Stiles hissed and he rubbed his arm in the spot he'd been hit. "You're pretty strong for a-"

"Don't finish that sentence, dude." Scott cut him off. Stiles nodded; they could both agree that if Stiles had finished that sentence, Lizzie would've skinned them alive. They'd heard what had happened with Harris in freshman year.

"Stiles and I were thinking that it could have been my blood on the bus." Scott changed the topic before the girl brutally murdered them, he was pretty sure she could kill them with the deathly glare she was giving them now.

"Or it could have been animal blood." Stiles pointed his pencil at Scott in addition. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"And did what?" Scott asked as if the answer wasn't already obvious.

"Ate it." Stiles said.

"Raw?" Scott squeaked, mortified.

"Scott, if you ate a rabbit, I will disown you." Lizzie narrowed her eyes at both boys.

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything." Stiles responded with his usual levels of iconic sarcasm. Then, the annoying voice of the devil interrupted their conversation.

"Mr Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." Mr Harris scolded. "I think you and Mr McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

Both Scott and Stiles resisted his ask but did as they were told. Scott was moved two seats in front of Lizzie and nearer to Jackson Whittemore who glared into his soul.

Sucks to be him.

"And, Miss Brown, if I do recall correctly,the next detention you get from me is a 2-hours on a Saturday,so I suggest you keep your mouth shut."

Suddenly, a girl shot up from her seat and headed to the window. "Hey, I think they found something."

The rest of the class followed her actions and rushed to join her at the window. Stiles, Scott and Lizzie all stood in a line gaping at the scene unfolding. A man was being carried to an ambulance on a stretcher. He looked dead.

"That's not a rabbit." Whispered Scott.

Unexpectedly, the dead looking man wasn't dead looking anymore. He was up, screaming and yelling. Scott backed away and Stiles and Lizzie followed.

"Okay, this is good, this is good. He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that." Stiles placed a hand on Scott's back in reassurance.

"Yeah, dead guys usually sleep for a while." Lizzie placed her hands together and rested her head on them in a sleeping position to demonstrate her point. However, Scott wasn't taking any optimism.

"Guys, I did that."

✯☾✯

"But, dreams aren't memories." Stiles clarified as the trio sat down for lunch. Stiles and Lizzie were on one side of the table and Scott was on the other side facing them. 

"Then it wasn't a dream." Scott pushed. "Something happened last night, and I can't remember what."

Whilst the two boys bickered back and forth, Lizzie tucked into her ham sandwich. Usually, the canteen food was God awful, but the sandwiches were surprisingly alright. She spotted Isaac sat on a table crowded with people, but she knew he wasn't actually sat with them. He was just there.

She badly wanted to go sit with him however she knew she had to bloody pay attention to whatever werewolf shit was happening with Scott at the moment.

"Figure what out?"

Lizzie scrunched her nose in confusion. The two boy's conversation had been replaced by the softer voice of Lydia Martin who had now just decided to sit with them.

"Just, homework." Scott covered up his previous conversation about the supernatural. The three brunettes looked at each other in disbelief. Stiles leaned closer and whispered.

"Why is she sitting with us?"

Lizzie shrugged and Scott shook his head in confusion. Soon, more people took seats at their table. People who usually wouldn't be caught dead with the likes of Lizzie, Stiles and Scott. Allison also appeared and sat next to Scott. Danny Mahealani took the empty chair next to Lizzie.

"Oh- hello then." She mumbled in shock as Danny gave her a small smile. Then, Jackson Whittemore arrived. "Get up." He barked at the random dude sat at the head of the table.

"How come you never ask Danny to get up?" The random dude whined.

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny retorted. Jackson pushed the dude from the seat and sat himself down.

"So, I hear they're saying it's some kind of animal attack." Danny started the conversation. Lizzie was already ready to zone out of the conversation and she tried to subtly steal Stiles' cookie from his tray.

"Probably a cougar."

"I heard mountain lion."

"A cougar is a mountain lion."

Unfortunately, Stiles spotted Lizzie's approaching hand before she could reach his cookie and slapped it away. She gave him a fierce death glare and snatched the bread he was picking at out of his hands, chucking it across the room.

Stiles gawped at the girl before sighing and pulling his phone out of his pocket, eyes wide. "Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out."

He adjusted his phone so everyone on the table could see. The screen showed Sheriff Stilinski and a few other police officers investigating the scene of the crime. A male reporter narrated over the top of it.

"The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."

Stiles switched his phone off and returned it to the comforts of his jeans pocket.

"I-I know this guy." Scott stammered and immediately Lizzie and Stiles switched on.

"You do?" Questioned Allison.

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus, back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver."

Stiles, Scott and Lizzie exchanged worried glances. This meant Scott had a connection with the guy which made his disturbing dream a little more likely to be reality.

"Can we talk about something more fun, please?" Lydia rolled her eyes, obviously bored. "Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night."

Smooth Lydia, smooth.

"You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?" Lydia turned to Allison and made a duh face. That was Lizzie's cue to switch off again. She took another bite of her sandwich and let her gaze fall back to Isaac across the other side of the room.

She traced his face with her eyes, he was looking down at whatever sick-like meal he'd gotten from the canteen. Lizzie rested her chin on her palm so she'd be in a more comfortable position to stare at him.

Stiles wanted to kill himself at the rate the conversation was going. So far Scott had managed to embarrass himself in front of Lydia and the rest of her popular clique, royally piss of Jackson and agree to a double date with Beacon Hills' IT couple. Bowling. Scott was a shit bowler.

He looked over to see what Lizzie was making of this conversation but noticed she was a little too preoccupied. She was staring- no, no, no gazing at the same boy she'd been ogling in chemistry. The same boy she was always hanging out with unless she was with him and Scott or Kayla. Stiles recognised him from the Lacrosse team. Isaac Lahey, in his opinion he was nothing special. However, Lizzie obviously thought differently. Her heart was literally in her eyes.

He nudged her in the ribs and she ripped her eyes from the curly haired boy.

"Hm?"

"You've a little drool on your lip." Stiles jokingly pointed to her lips.

"You're very funny." She drilled. To be honest, though, she wouldn't even be surprised if she did.

✯☾✯

Lizzie sat half asleep in the back of Stiles' jeep. She'd once again been dragged out on some sort of werewolf related trip which just had to happen in the dead of night. The car pulled up on the back roads behind the high school and near a huge fence. Few streetlights were dotted along the road, allowing a clear view of the surroundings. The three jumped out the vehicle, only after hauling a very tired Lizzie from her seat and approached the wired fence.

"Me and Lizzie will come with you." Stiles said confidently. He was ready, he was finally going to get some action. Get his hands dirty. Get involved.

"Hey, no, just me. Someone needs to keep watch and look after Lizzie." Scott argued. Lizzie scoffed at the comment. Her two friends still seemed to still think she was a child. As they drew nearer the fence, an owl hooted in the distance causing Lizzie to yelp in fright and almost trip over one of the many stones on the concrete below her feet.

"How come I'm always stuck babysitting and keeping watch?" Stiles whined.

"Because there's only three of us and Lizzie couldn't do it." Scott pulled at Stiles jacket to stop him as he attempted to climb the fence.

Rude

"Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin?" Stiles questioned sincerely. Lizzie sat down on the edge of the pavement and rested her head on her knees. She was exhausted, too much supernatural stuff was keeping her up at night.

"I don't wanna be Robin all the time."

"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time."

"Not even some of the time?"

"Just stay here and watch over Lizzie."

"Oh my god! Fine!"

As Scott scaled the fence, Stiles walked back to his jeep, dragging Lizzie with him. He got in the driver seat muttering angrily to himself and Lizzie hopped into shotgun.

"Hey, Stiles?" Lizzie started to ask. "If you're Robin and Scott is Batman, who does that make me?"

"I dunno, catwoman?" Stiles replied uninterestedly.

"No. I think I'd rather be wonder woman." Lizzie decided.

"Okay, you're wonder woman then."

Lizzie demonstrated this by clashing her wrists together and making explosion sounds with her mouth.

There was a moment of silence.

"You're not Robin, Stiles, You're in a different universe completely. You're the Spiderman of the group. Smart, awkward, awesome, unique, most people's favourite superhero."

Stiles smiled. He was growing to really like his new friend. Her personality matched with his, not in a way that they clashed though. Although they teased each other, they managed to get on like a house on fire. They had many of the same interests, shared similar passions and they seemed to just get each other.

For a while, the two kept their mouths closed whilst they waited for Scott. After twenty minutes went by, Lizzie got bored and reached in her bag for her sour patch kids. Light rain slid down the side of the car windows and made a faint tapping noise on the roof.

"Your turn." Lizzie said to Stiles as she bit one of the red little kid's head off.

"Uhm- I spy with my little eye something to beginning with...F"

Lizzie gazed around her, making a hm noise.

"Fence?"

"Nope."

"Ferns?"

"No."

"Fingers?"

"What? No."

"Flashlight?"

"No. Wait-where can you see a flashlight?"

"Over there."

Stiles trailed his gaze down Lizzie's pointed finger and saw there was indeed a flashlight. Someone was here and Scott wasn't back yet.

"Shit." He yelled and started to furiously press down on the horn to get Scott's attention. The tempo of the repetitive beeping increased as the flashlight got closer to the bus Scott was currently in. Soon enough, Scott was sprinting towards them. He leapt onto the roof of a random car and flipped over the top of the fence.

Stiles nervously tapped on the side of the steering wheel as if it would urge Scott to get there faster. Finally, Scott flung open the car door and threw himself into the backseat.

"Go! Go! Go! Go!" He yelled and Stiles slammed his foot on the accelerator, reversing a little before swinging round and getting the hell out of here.

"Did it work? Did you remember?" Stiles asked frantically as the car sped off. The three calmed down a little and managed to catch their breathes.

"Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood, a lot of it was mine." Scott informed them.

"So, did you attack him?" Questioned the buzz-cut boy.

"No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."

Lizzie twisted her body round to look at Scott in the backseat. "Derek as in creepy guy who's garden we trespassed into and dug a hole in Derek? Derek as in the guy we got arrested. That Derek?"

"That Derek." Scott confirmed.

"What about the driver?" Stiles added another question to the mix, his face was lit up with lights from passing cars.

"I think I was actually trying to protect him." Scott breathed.

"Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?"

Scott shook his head in frustration. "That's what I don't get."

"It's gotta be a pack thing." Stiles kept his eyes glued to the road.

"What do you mean?"

"Like an initiation. You do the kill together."

Scott rose from the back seat a little and furrowed his eyebrows. "Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?"

Who knew Scott McCall could actually be funny if he tried?

"You, but you didn't do it, which means you're not a killer." Stiles reassured his friend. Lizzie rested the side of her head to the cool glass of the window and watch the world go by through a small slit in her eyes.

"And also means that-"

"-I can go out with Allison!"

Lizzie smiled tiredly and raised her arm up in a cheer. "Yay for Scallison."

Stiles looked sort of offended and he scoffed at Scott's comment. He'd known Allison like two months and already she was taking priority over him. At least he had Lizzie now so he wouldn't be completely alone when Scott went off galivanting with Allison Argent.

"I was gonna say it means you won't kill me or Lizzie." He took one hand off the steering wheel and gestured to the exhausted girl next to him. Scott finally realised he fucked up.

"Oh, yeah. That too." He tried to play it off, but Stiles was buying none of it. They continued to voyage through the sleeping streets of Beacon Hills at a slower pace now. At the bottom of the road, they were currently driving down was an illuminated yellow M which peaked Lizzie's interest.

"Ooo, Stiles. McDonalds, pull over."

✯☾✯

Lizzie stood in the cold outside the Stilinski's front door. She reached out in front of her and tapped her knuckles on the hard, wooden surface. The Stilinski's house was a respectable size which from the looks of it was quite well taken care of.

The wooden panelling had been carefully painted not long ago, the front lawn was kept neat and there were colourful flowers and different plants dotted around the drive. Lizzie could hear footsteps from the vicinity of the house and then the door swung open to reveal the familiar buzz cut boy. He grinned widely at the girl standing on his porch. The two had decided to hang out for a bit whilst Scott went on his dreaded double date.

"Hey, Lizzie, come in." The boy stepped out the way so that she could enter the house. The hallway was on the small side but was cluttered with shoes and misc of sorts, so it made it feel homier. On the walls there were many pictures of, what Lizzie could only assume as, Stiles as a kid.

Lizzie reached up to pull the tote bag off her shoulder and rooted through the contents. "So I rented Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith. I figured if we were gonna watch some movies it may as well be a Star Wars marathon."

Stiles' grin broadened and his eyes lit up. He darted to take the three DVDs Lizzie had produced from her bag. "Oh my god, I freaking love you."

The two made their way into the living room. It was an average size, bigger than Lizzie's own living room, but it wasn't huge. The walls were painted a dark grey which matched with the sofa and the cushions. Stiles placed the first disk in his DVD player and the screen lit up.

"I brought snacks too... If you want them?" Lizzie offered, she took her shoes off and curled up on the sofa.

"You're just the gift that keeps on giving." Stiles chuckled.

"Is that a yes?"

"Duh."

Stiles sat down next to her and held his hand out expectantly. A can of coke, a packet of Takis and a small box of jelly snakes were all chucked at him. Lizzie had the same bundle on her lap. With the click of a button, the starting Star Wars music began to play. Lizzie hummed along to it whilst Stiles dramatically read out the little introduction that came at the start of the movie.

✯☾✯

Two movies and a shit ton of junk food later, Stiles and Lizzie were rolling around on Stiles' bed giggling. The reaction had been caused after Stiles fell clumsily off the bed and Lizzie spilled her whole can of coke down her. She was still in her baggy pants from before, but her torso was drenched in one of Stiles' t-shirts which had join the dark side, we have cookies printed in bold lettering.

There was a knock at Stiles' door and in entered the older version of the boy next to Lizzie. As she took him in, his police uniform on, only the word DILF came to mind.

Their laughter ceased and the man glanced between the two with furrowed eyebrows before he realized who the girl was. His son's new friend. The girl Stiles had boasted to him proudly that she liked Star Wars about seven times since he found out.

"Stiles, bud, I can only stop for a few minutes. I've gotta get to the hospital. The bus driver guy from your school just passed. He succumbed to his wounds," He frowned at his son and then questionably pointed to the girl  "You're Lizzie, right?"

"Uh yeah, it's nice to meet you, Mr Stilinski." Lizzie grinned shyly at the older man.

"Please call me Noah. Stiles? I'll see you later, yeah?"

The buzz cut boy stuck his thumb up in conformation. "Okay dadd-eo."

And with that, Noah retreated back through the door. Stiles pushed himself off the bed and shut the door behind him.

"So, now you've met my pops." Stiles said as the door clicked shut. He moved over to sit on his desk chair this time.

"He seemed sweet. You look really similar, although I'm sure you've got your mother's eyes. There is no way those things are not from a woman." Lizzie chirruped. At the mention of his mother, Stiles' face fell, and he looked down to fumble nervously with his hands.

"I- she did have really pretty eyes." He mumbled. Lizzie immediately knew. She recognised that look she knew all too well. The look of loss, grief. She clambered off the bed and knelt down in front of the chair her friend was sitting on.

"I'm so sorry." She soothed softly. Stiles looked down at her and met her sincere gaze. His eyes had glazed over and he was unsure if he would be able to keep the tears from overflowing.

"Don't worry about it." He told her. Lizzie considered telling him about her own mother but stopped herself.

This is not about you, Lizzie. This is about Stiles, be there for him. Don't bring your own problems into it.

"How long ago? If you don't mind me asking." She asked carefully, keeping her gaze on the boy.

"Uhm coming up on six years." He quietly told her. Unsure of how to get comforting words out, Lizzie placed her small hand over Stiles'. Her touch seemed to land him back into reality and he wiped his eyes. "Can we talk about something else please?"

Lizzie nodded understandingly. "Of course, yeah uhm..." She racked her brain for a big enough subject to take his mind off his mother. "Ooh I know, I know. Lydia. Lydia, huh?"

Stiles let out a streak of nervous laughter. "Oh, good lord."

Lizzie raised her eyebrow and poked Stiles in the shoulder. "Lydia and Stiles sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes-"

"Okay, okay, I'm distracted." Stiles shouted over the top of Lizzie once again who abruptly stopped mid song. "But since we're on the subject of crushes...tell me about Isaac."

Lizzie's cheeks immediately flushed a deep shade of red. Her voice came out a little too squeaky. "There's nothing to tell."

Stiles didn't seem convinced. "Really? Because the colour of your cheeks is telling me otherwise."

The brunette was mortified. She wasn't really sure if she liked Isaac or not, they just had a butterfly worthy moment the day before.

"I- uhm I don't like have a crush on him or anything. He's just nice to look at. Really nice. Uh- we're just friends." She stuttered out.

Still, Stiles didn't believe a word that came out her mouth. He'd seen her stare at him the previous day. She looked at him like he looked at Lydia. Well...almost. He gave her a quick disbelieving glare before flicking open the lid of his phone to check the time.

10:45

"Do you think Scott's home from his date yet? We need to tell him about the driver." He asked. Both him and Lizzie had been pretty worried for him. You know, worried for him if he'd wolfed out and killed the whole bowling plaza.

"Maybe...maybe, unless he's like ripped Allison's throat out or something."

Stiles scoffs and nodded to her statement. He briskly stood up and started rattling through the draws.

"What are you doing?" Lizzie questioned.

"I'm tryna find the keys to my- aha here they are." He produced a set of keys from under his bed. "Come on, we're going to Scott's."

Over the past couple of months Lizzie had come to the realization that you should never question Stiles. He seemed too always be right. So, she did as she was told. Standing from her kneeling position, she picked up her sodden shirt and her bag. The duo made their way downstairs to the throw some shoes on then they ventured out into the cool night air. Once in the jeep, Lizzie rattled around in the glove compartment.

"No, no, boring, ew, oh god." She looked through Stiles' CD collection, dismissing most of them. She eventually chose one and put the disk into the radio.

Before they knew it, Lizzie and Stiles were yelling along to the lyrics of Dog Days Are Over by Florence + the machine. The windows were wound all the way down so that as they passed pedestrians, they too would be able to hear the concert coming from the baby blue jeep.

The speed the vehicle was running at created strong gusts of wind which flowed through Lizzie's hair. It was times like these at the dead of night, music blearing, wind rushing through her brunette locks that Lizzie felt life become surreal. A cold but also warm feeling rested in the pit of her stomach as she took deep breathes of the air.

The jeep pulled up next to a house a little bigger than Stiles' and the engine was cut. The buzz cut boy signalled with his head for them to hop out. They treaded carefully up the small driveaway but instead of walking in the direction of the door, they walked closer to a huge oak tree. It reminded Lizzie of the tree next to her window at home, although hers had a swing and fairy lights. Scott's was plain old boring.

Stiles bent down, cupped his hands and looked up at Lizzie expectantly. What the hell was he doing? Was he doing some weird proposal? Oh wait-

"No. No, Stiles." Lizzie shook her head and took a couple steps away from the boy. He wanted her to climb up that stupid tree. There was absolutely no way she'd be able to get up there without dying. Morbid but it was very true. Lizzie wouldn't make it two centimetres without crashing back down to the ground.

"Come on, L. I do it all the time, you'll be fine." Stiles attempted to convince the girl. She only shook her head more vigorously. Was he crazy?

"Can't we just go through the front door like a normal people? I refuse to act like 90's romcom love interest." Lizzie argued, she lifted a hand up to run through her hair and chewed on the inside of her bottom lip.

"Scott's mom might be asleep and if she is, it'll be because she has an early shift at the hospital in the morning. I don't want to wake her up." Stiles pointed out and shook his clasped hands at Lizzie to try and get her to hurry up and climb the damn tree.

Lizzie couldn't help but soften at Stiles' reasoning. She'd forgotten Mellissa McCall was a nurse, they'd only met briefly at one of the lacrosse games, but she was lovely. She sort of reminded her of her own mother. With a sigh, Lizzie hoisted her foot onto Stiles' hands.

"If I fall you better catch me, Sti." Lizzie shot the boy a warning glance as she grabbed onto one of the lowest branches and swung herself up. Stiles pulled a face at the nickname, but the girl knew he secretly liked it.

Luckily for Lizzie, she managed to reach the top of the oak uninjured. The final branch led right to Scott's window which was a bit too conveniently open. The girl swung herself from the branch and through the window. Her landing was comforted by the softness of Scott's bed. Once she'd regained herself, she stuck her head back out the window and gestured for Stiles to climb his way up.

Stiles' outcome to the short trip up the tree was very different to Lizzie's. He entered through the window and face planted onto Scott's mattress. He peeled himself away from the bed sheets and glanced up at Lizzie who was perched on the edge of the bed.

"See? That wasn't so bad." Stiles retorted in an I told you so tone.

"Yeah, I guess. I still feel a bit too much like a 90's love interest though."

Unexpectedly, an anonymous figure entered Scott's dark bedroom brandishing a weapon over their shoulder. Lizzie and Stiles both screamed and jumped into each other's arms. Their shouts were joined by another high-pitched squealed which identified as Melissa McCall. She stood, terrified, in her pyjamas, looking very close to hitting the two teens with a baseball bat.

"Guys, what the hell are you doing here?" She yelled at the two.

"What are we doing? God, do either of you even play baseball?" Stiles yelled back with another shout. Lizzie raised a hand to her chest as if it would help calm her breathing.

"What?" Melissa breathed confused. She wondered how crazy these kids must be to turn up in her house in the middle of the night. Then, the light to the room flicked on and Scott bounded in, obviously concerned as to what all the screaming was about. Melissa turned to her son with a tired look plastered on her face.

"Can you please tell your friends to use the front door?"

"But, we lock the front door, they wouldn't be able to get in." Scott replied.

Melissa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, exactly."

"And by the way, do any of you care that there's a police enforced curfew?" The woman added in.

"No."

"Nah."

"Curfew? Never heard of it."

"No. All right then. Well, you know what? That's about enough parenting for me for one night." Melissa chucked the unused bat onto Scott's bed. She gave one last disappointed glance at the teens before leaving in a huff.

Lizzie and Stiles both stared at Scott with disconcerting looks.

"What?" The shaggy haired boy questioned and he dragged his desk chair closer to the bed and took a seat on it.

"My dad left for the hospital fifteen minutes ago. It's the bus driver. They said he succumbed to his wounds." Stiles informed him. Scott's face contorted into a look of shock and horror as he feared the worst.

"Succumbed?"

Lizzie looked down to her lap and spoke softly. "Scott, he's dead."

Scott's face then completely fell. This was Derek. It was all Derek.

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