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*8.30 AM at Stiles’s House*
Lydia and Stiles were living at Stiles’s house. Sheriff and Melissa had another house so they left their homes to their kids. Scott and Malia were living together at Scott’s house. They have a plan with Scott and Malia they should meet at Scotts’ at 9.00 AM
Lydia was sleeping alone in Stiles's bed, on the left side. Sun rays were coming through the curtains and enlightened Lydia’s face. The alarm went off and she opened her eyes and looked for Stiles. She searched around the room but he was not there. She got up and put her hair in a messy bun, and washed her face. Took the FBI sweatshirt which was on Stiles’s backpack and understood that he came home. She did not wear her slippers so as not to make any noise; she knew that there was a good chance that Stiles was still asleep. She went downstairs and immediately saw Stiles who was lying on the sofa. He had a file on his face and his mouth was half-open. He came home late and worked till late hours. “He is so cute, I can’t wake him up.” she thought. But she had to because they were going to be late.
Lydia: Stiles, wake up honey.
Stiles: Hmm…
Lydia: You need to get up. We are going to be late.
Stiles: *groans* Five more minutes. *Falls asleep immediately after finishing his sentence*
Lydia: We both know five minutes is not enough so please get up.
Stiles: *snores lightly*
Lydia gave up and started to pack their clothes for the trip. She could not find Stiles’s pillow in the room and searched the whole room but it wasn’t there. She got stressed because Stiles cannot sleep without his pillow. Then she checked Stiles again and she saw the pillow under his head. She laughed and looked up to the clock and it was showing 8.50 she must wake Stiles now.
Lydia: *Pats Stiles’s head and the file fall down and make a noise* Stiles we really have to go we’re already late. Please wake up.
Stiles: *Tries to open his eyes* OK. I am ready. *with his sleepy voice*
Stiles got up and took his pillow and they left the house. Lydia took their bags and put them in the trunk while Stiles was lying at the back of the car with his pillow. “I am married to a 3-year-old” thought Lydia with a smile on her face. She drove to Scott’s.
*8.30 AM, at Scott’s house*
Maila was half asleep, half awake, lying on the bed watching Scott, who was sleeping on the couch with a paper in his hand. Maila was staring at him until she realized what time it was. She immediately got up and poke Scott.
Malia: *Shouts* Scott! Wake up!
Scott: *Jumps* What? What happened?
Malia: We gotta go, change your clothes.
Scott: *Still trying to understand what is going on* OK. No worries.
They both got ready and started to wait for Lydia and Stiles. Then they saw the jeep, Maila put their luggage in the trunk and sat on the front seat, next to Lydia. Scott gently moved Stiles’s head and sat next to him. Stiles put his head, unconsciously, on Scott’s lap and continued to sleep. Scott was tired as well so he leaned his head to the back and started to sleep. In front of the car, Malia and Lydia were chatting and making plans about their holiday in London.