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Turning into werewolf's right before starting school ended up being harder than you would think. Especially if you get bitten and have no idea whats going on or whats happening to you. That is exactly why Scott and Stiles were so lucky to have been going through this together. They went through all the crazy stuff together. And if you count it, with Derek.
They survived the stalkerwolf that turned out to be, ironically, Derek. They figured out that Peter was the alpha, the hard way. They briefly escaped the great huntress that was Kate Argent. Most impressively, they saved Jackson from his lizard alter ego and befriended Dereks betas.
They were best friends and nothing could tear them down, except of all things, a girl. When she first came to the school she was very pretty and very sweet. She started hanging around them and soon they all had grown very close. Turned out both friends liked her and not wanting to hurt each other, decided they would turn the other way and the silly crushes would go away. Surprisingly (not really), it wasn't that easy.
At first, it was going smoothly which was only probably because she spent most of the summer in France. The best friends spent most of their time playing video games and practicing lacrosse with Jackson trying to teach him to not use too much strength while playing. Now though, they were walking into a tattoo parlor because apparently Scott wanted a tattoo and would only get one if Stiles got one. At first, Stiles was extremely scared, but he would never admit that out loud because he's a werewolf damnit. So, he decided to stop being a chicken and get a tattoo of a rose with his biological mom's name stemming from his pointer finger and stopping at his wrist. Overall, it was a fairly large tattoo.
They payed and walked out to the Jeep, hopping in. Scott was cheesing as he got in.
"Life's good, sti" Scott starts, turning slightly to face Stiles. "My mom and your dad know about us, I just got a tattoo, The baby is on the way in less than 2 weeks and we're still the bestest friends ever."
Stiles couldn't help the smile that grew on his face as he leaned over to leave a kiss on Scotts cheek. Scott laughed and pushed him away until they started feeling stinging coming from their tattoos. They tore off the protection wrap and groaned, falling back in their seats.
"Do we go back?" Scott asked with a frown, looking at the smooth skin missing his tattoo.
"And tell them what? Hey, so we're werewolf's, yes we exist. How do I make this tattoo stay?" Stiles asked with his usual sarcasm, even though he also felt pretty bummed.
"Let's just go home, we need to get ready for school tomorrow." Scott lays his head on the window so Stiles started driving off.
"Cheer up Scotty, Derek has his tattoos so theres definitely a way to make em stick, we just need to talk to him." Scott straightened his back at that, and very evidently cheered up.
"Sti, you're a genius. I would have never thought of that!"
"Where would you be without me?"
They continued their talking about what they think Derek had to do to make his tattoos stick until the conversation changed to Allison.
"You think she'll come back before school starts?" Scott asked enthusiastically.
"I don't know man, part of me really hopes she does."
Lydia, Allison, and Erica were in Lydias car and had just ate at a diner not too far from Allison's apartment. Lydia and Erica were telling Allison all about their summer and what they were going to wear on the first day tomorrow when Allison started zoning out and thinking about Scott and Stiles. They were all great friends but she had a feeling they liked her as more than just friends. Honestly, she thinks she likes them as more than just friends. She couldn't acknowledge that right now though, since their friendship was more important.
Before Allison left, the three girls started getting very close and hanging out more often. Obviously, this was great that they were hanging out more, but it made leaving Beacon Hills ten times harder than it should have been. Obviously, that was the only thing that made the decision hard, what other reasons could she have?
She was still deep in her thoughts when she had fingers snapping in her face and she zoned back in to the conversation. Lydia rolled her eyes and Erica gave a small giggle.
"How are Scott and Stiles?" She asked, smiling at them.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Lydia says, looking at the road ahead of her.
Allison glares at her and Lydia keeps the smile on her face intact as she keeps driving.
"Wipe that devious little smile off your face, Lyd."
"They are great! We have been training with them, you know cause they have been at it longer than us. Their control is so good, they really got it down, they have been trying to teach me but its just harder than it looks." Erica informs her, despite Allison glaring at Lydia.
"They're hot now." Lydia added from her driving seat.
Allisons head snapped to look at her. "What?"
"Yup" Erica agrees, popping the 'p'.
"They get stared at now, and not just by potential threats. Girls actually acknowledge them now." Erica laughs, throwing her head back, soon joined by Lydia but Allison was still thinking about what she had just said. They're hot now? Stared at?
"They have been hanging out with Dereks boy betas now, they're all like weird besties who nobody saw coming."
"Oh, and they have been going around saying that since their sister is about to be born that it technically makes them brothers." Erica states.
Allisons eyes widen. "Thats right! Only a few weeks until shes due. Oh my god thats awesome!" She grins. "Why would they think that?"
"Do we really wanna question why Scott and Stiles would think something? Their two peas in a pod." Erica reminded them as they pulled up to the green light that had just turned red.
"Speak of the devils." Lydia says, looking over to the car beside them. Scott and Stiles were in his Jeep laughing and talking and Allison couldn't help but hold her breath. Stiles had grew his hair out and one of his veiny hands was gripping the steering wheel while the other was running through his hair. Scott was throwing his head back in laughter, which showed his Adam's apple and was holding his stomach.
"I can see why they are getting stared at now." Allison confirms, still staring when they both look over at the same time. Their eyes widen and Lydia goes to roll the window down and Scott does the same.
"Ali, you're back!" Scott says happily with his puppy eyes that make Allison coo, except he was less boyish this time and looked more mature which was a very good look on him.
Stiles was smiling and looked over to Allison with his long eyelashes and hooded eyes. "What's up Ali bear and my queen Lydia" Stiles started making a praising expression with his arms.
Erica sits up from her seat and moves so her heads in between Lydia and Allison.
"Cat woman!" Stiles grins.
"Batman!" She replies just as enthusiastically.
The light turns green and Stiles smiles at them. "Would you ladies like a personal escort to your homes?" He asked, putting on a British accent.
"Go ahead! We will escort y'all home since its on the way!" Scott laughs.
The girls laugh and drive away after saying bye. "So, how are you and Jackson?" Allison asks Lydia, still smiling from the interaction.
"Currently, there is no me and Jackson. He's been going around to parties with the idiotic pair currently following us and Isaac and apparently hooking up with randoms." She answers, gripping the wheel a little bit harder.
"Boyd?" She asked, automatically feeling the sad energy coming off of Erica.
"We have been looking all summer. No sign of him." Erica says, tears forming in her eyes.
Allison was just about to comfort her when the car made impact with something and Lydia stopped the car suddenly. The girls all let out screams with their eyes squeezed shut. They opened their eyes and saw that there was a dead deer in the windshield that had just ran into the car. They hurried to get out of the car and the boys came running up to them. Scott ran to Allison and Stiles ran up to Lydia and Erica, and put his hands on their chins to inspect their faces.
Still in shock, Allison stammered out that it came out of nowhere and hit them. Stiles and Scott shared a look and stepped forward to the animal still in the windshield. They both reached a hand out and put it on the deer, sniffing the air.
"I saw its eyes, right before it ran into us!" Lydia yells, freaking out. "Its like it was crazy or something!"
"No, I smelled it. It was scared." Erica says, inspecting the deer.
"Terrified." Scott and Stiles say at the same time.
Mellisa McCall was writing one of her patients status when the hospital doors were thrown open and two people were being rolled in. She recognized one as Isaac, who had blood on his face and body. Her eyed widened as she looks to the doctor rolling him.
"Wait a minute, I know this one!" She yells, running up to Isaac. "What happened?"
"The girl, shes worse! check on her!" He tells her, trying to look back, but Mellisa lied him back down.
"What, are you not healing?" She asked quietly, concern laced in her voice.
"I will, but she needs help now. Talk to her, please!"
She steps back as the doctor rolls him to a room. Mellisa walks up to the girl he was talking about.
"Hey, sweetie. How you feelin?" she questions, taking her hand and walking with the roller.
"Find them. I have to tell them." She mutters, groaning.
"Find who? What are you talking about?" Mellisa asked, calmly.
"The alphas. I need to find them."
"Alphas, plural? I think you're confused, but what do you want with Derek Hale?" She questions, confused.
Before she could get the answer to her question, the girl was being rolled away.
"Not Hale." Braeden mutters as Mellisa lets go of her hand. "McCall. McCall and Stilinski."
Stiles and Scott were still getting used to the new house they moved into a year after their parents ended up getting married. The house was big enough that they both had their respective rooms and baby Leilani had hers ready for when she was born in a week or two. They were still in pajamas, Scott was doing pull ups with his pull up bar and Stiles, who had wandered in Scotts room, was doing push ups in front of Scotts bed.
The sheriff and Mellisa walked into the room to see what the boys were up to before school. Mellisa rolled her eyes and Noah laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Scott hopped down and Stiles pulled himself up. They walked over to the pair and leant down to leave a kiss on Mellisa's stomach. She smiled at the two with her usual soft, caring eyes.
"You two need to get ready for school." Noah reminded, smiling at the boys in front of him.
Their eyes widened and they started running around the room, looking for clean clothes to put on. Mellisa groans and walks out, Noah following close behind her. After Scott found some clothes, his computer goes off. He walks over and sees that it's his word of the day, so he decides to read it out loud.
"Word of the day, Ephemeral. Lasting for a short period of time. Transient, Momentary."
The boys both looked down to where their tattoos were supposed to be and frowned. "Ephemeral." Scott says, looking at his arm.
Allison was sitting on her bed, staring at the wall ahead of her when her dad came in and knocked softly at her door.
"You ready?" He asked, sounding hopeful that she would change her mind and stay home with him.
"Yeah." She answers, her voice cracking.
"You could wait til tomorrow, you know." He informs her, stepping forward. "Not everybody shows up on the first day of school."
"You know, usually parents ENCOURAGE their kids to go to school, not the opposite."
"Or you could go to school on the second week if you want." He gives her a bright smile that she returns.
"Im okay, dad. I promised Lydia that I would drive her to school since her cars completely wrecked." She tells him, but he still wasn't convinced.
Instead of bringing it up, he holds a hand out and pulls her up into a big hug that they pulled away from smiling.
"I love you, dad."
"I love you, Allison. Im so proud of you. Your mother would be too."
Lydia stood in her room, looking in the mirror and applying her bright red lipstick. She looked to the side and saw the leather jacket sitting there. She smiled and pulled it on. She liked how it looked until the guy in her bed spoke up.
"Looks way better on you."
She frowned and tossed it beside him. She couldn't lie, not being with Jackson was kind of hard for her. Especially after they had their moment in front of everyone where she stopped him from killing everyone. She thought that he would want to start going out again after that, but he just ended up pushing her farther away. So him going around hooking up with any girl within arms reach is taking its toll on her.
She missed when things were just easy and not as serious. She loves her best friend, but things were so much easier before Allison had moved there. She was dating Jackson, who had actual love for her then. Stiles was following her every move much like a puppy. She was clueless to the supernatural as a whole. Things were great.
If she could do it all again though, she wouldn't change a thing. Jackson and her were too toxic for each other, Stiles deserves to be acknowledged and not neglected completely, and her best friend was the best thing that could have ever happened to her.
"Can we go on a real date one of these days." He asked, his arms resting behind his head.
She made a noise that sounded very contemplating that sounded like it was leaning towards no so he straightened up.
"Can we have sex again?" He asks, sounding nervous.
The sound that leaves her this time is more positive and she smiles, grabbing her purse and walking out.
Scott pulls up to the school in his dirt bike with a big smile as he pulled the helmet off and a few heads turned his way. He worked extra hard this summer so he could afford his bike. He took off his helmet with a huge grin that slightly fell at the sight of the matching pair of motorcycles he parked beside. His eyebrows furrowed, he was sure there was no one at this school that drove motorcycles to school.
He gripped his backpack and started walking towards the entrance to the school. Stiles and Jackson happened to be passing by the entry doors side by side deep in conversation, he decided to join them.
"Oh please, If you would have told my baby freshmen self the three of us would actually be friends, I would have laughed in your face." Stiles laughed.
"So, what are we doing about our tattoos, Stiles?" Scott asks, falling into step with them.
"Tattoos? No way you wussies got tattoos without inviting me." Jackson glares at them.
They walked with confidence knowing that people were turning to look at them. They weren't conceited, but it was extremely obvious when people actively started paying more attention to them and actually caring about their opinion. Well, Jackson is conceited, But Stiles would like to think he wasn't.
"Dont worry, jackass. It didnt stick anyway" Stiles told him, showing his hand where the tattoo was supposed to be.
"As for your question, we go talk to Derek, tell him about it. Then buy whatever material he used for it."
"Are we sure going to Derek is a great idea?" Scott asks.
"Know any other werewolf's with tattoos that I should know about?" Stiles narrows his eyes at Scott.
Lydia and Allison were standing by the lockers, with Lydia looking at all the freshman passing by and Allison putting some books in her locker.
"Look at this, every year they bring in a fresh new batch of Fresh. Men." Lydia smirks.
"Fresh Boys, you mean? Lydia, they're 14." Allison lets out a nervous chuckle and closes her locker.
"It is okay to not have a boyfriend." She tells her.
"I don't want a boyfriend, I want a distraction."
"Its okay to take a break and focus on yourself."
"Allison, I love you. So if you wanna do that thing where we pretend like were talking about me when were actually talking about you thats fine."
Allison laughs and drops her head. When she looks back up, Lydia was staring at something down the hallway. Allison looked in the direction and saw that it was twins walking down the hallways with motorcycle helmets in their hands. Lydia made a noise with a smug smile and walked away, leaving Allison concerned with what she had planned.
She continued to follow Lydia to the class they had together. The pair walked in the class room and saw that it was already full. Allison followed Lydia to the two empty seats, Lydia sat down and someone else sat in the empty seat next to hers. She looked around and saw the only empty seat was in front of Scott, who was sitting by Stiles.
"This seat taken?" She asked him, and he beamed at her.
"All yours." He says, signalling for her to sit down. "Completely vacant."
Scott looks over to Stiles, who gave him a sarcastic smile and thumbs up. Scott was about to tell him something when all the phones in the classroom started going off.
The teacher walked in reading the message she had sent out loud. When she was finished everyone was looking at her curiously trying to figure out where this was going.
"That is the last line of the first book we are going to read." She informed them, half sitting on her teaching desk. She held her phone up in the air.
"This is the last text you will be receiving in my class. Phones up, everyone." The class moved to put their phones up in pockets and backpacks.
Mellisa was pacing through the hospital trying to get reach of Scott or Stiles. Isaac had told her to call one of her boys since Derek wasn't answering. "Cmon Scott, answer your phone."
She was so busy trying to reach him, she missed the lady with black hair that passes by her barefoot with long and sharp toenails.
The lady slipped right into Isaac's room. "Hi Isaac, how are we doing?"
"Great. So if were finished here it would be best if-" He was cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.
She reached over and injected something in his cords. "w-whats that?" He asks, feeling drowsy.
"Wouldn't want you getting in the way again." His head falls and he sees her toe nails. She grabs his chin and makes him look at her.
She starts counting with her fingers that he soon realizes are claws.
Scott was taking notes when the teacher called his name so he looked up and saw her and the front office associate looking at him. "Get your things together, your mom needs you at the hospital immediately."
Scott eyebrows furrow and he looks over to Stiles who was already looking at him in confusion and worry. "Hey Mr.-"
"You aren't leaving Stiles." He says, giving Stiles a stern look.
"That is my step mom you know, with my sibling in her stomach. I feel like-"
"No." He tells him and walks out.
Stiles starts packing his stuff to just walk out when Scott looked at him. "It will be fine, I'll make sure shes alright."
Stiles deflates in his seat and starts bouncing his leg up and down as soon as Scott leaves the room. He listens to the conversation between Scott and the teacher before zoning out and staring straight ahead.
The more he thinks about the possibility's, the more he feels a panic attack coming on when he feels a hand on his leg. He looks up and see's its Allison's hand.
"Listen to my heartbeat. Calm down." He listens to her and focuses on her heartbeat, which slowly starts calming him down.
They were staring into each other's eyes when Ms. Blake clears her throat. "Everything okay?"
Stiles tears his gaze away from Allison to look at her. "Now it is."
The teacher nods and flashed him a smile, before going back to instructing the class. The class continued taking their notes for a while until something smashes into the window, making Lydia jump. Stiles' head snapped up and he sees blood on the window.
Everyone looks out the window and they see thousands of birds flying towards the windows. Before anyone had the chance to run, birds started running and breaking into the windows. "Get down, everybody get down!"
Stiles grabs Allison and Lydia before pulling them to the ground, covering them with his flannel. Birds were nipping at the students, making some yell. One landed on his back and started biting him, making him growl lowly. Allison and Lydia grabbed his arm, hearing his growl and wanting to calm him down. It continued like this for a while until the noise calmed down and Stiles stood, seeing all the birds on the floor.
He holds an arm out to both of the girls, that they take and stand up. Stiles starts going around and helping the other students up. It's confirmed, somethings definitely coming. Something definitely not good.
Scott runs into the hospital and sees one of his mom's employees. "Whats wrong with my mom? is she ok?" He asks, his heart skipping a beat.
The whole ride to the hospital, he was thinking about all of the different things that could be wrong with her. "Scott im right here, come on. Calm down."
Scott hugs his mom and starts following her while she explains whats been going on in the hospital since Isaac arrived.
"How come you didn't let me know sooner?" he asks, playing with his hands.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to that."
"What does that mean?" He asks her, confused.
She stops walking and stands in front of him. "It's just, you have been doing so good lately. The extra reading, Saving up for your bike, summer school. I just don't want you slipping back into your old ways."
"Why does everyone keep saying that? Mom this is different, im gonna change. This isn't just ephemeral." He tells her, putting a hand on her stomach. "You shouldn't be stressing too much, it could hurt the baby."
"I know, im trying not to stress too much. Room 215 if he isn't already in surgery." Scott smiles and leaves a kiss on her cheek.
After getting out of the elevator and helping the blind man find his way, Scott was running through the halls trying to get to Isaac's room. He approached the door and saw that there was no one there. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned, until he noticed a man walking in the elevator pushing Isaac in a wheelchair.
Something felt off about the man so Scott's fangs dropped and his claws extracted. He started running towards the elevator when it started to close and he threw himself the rest of the way in. He landed on the floor and picked himself back up. He was about to attack when he looked in the mans eyes and noticed they were bloodshot red. He's an alpha. That cant be good.
In his moment of weakness, Scott was picked up and thrown into the walls a few times before he was picked up by his throats and was being choked. "Cant you see what you're dealing with? Im an alpha."
Scott was dropped and the person was flung out of the elevator and down the hallway. "So am I."
Scott looked up to see it was Derek looking down at him with his incredibly bushy eyebrows. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?"
Stiles was looking at the teacher and noticed she was still in shock with a feather in her hair. He reached over and removed the feather from her hair despite her flinching back. He shows her the feather and lets it drop to the floor. He looks over to Allison and her dad, who were holding hands and he was telling her she should have stayed home.
"This cant be a coincidence dad, first the deer now this?"
"I know, I know."
It looked like his dad had got an idea as her started walking towards Chris.
"Mr Argent, you wouldn't happen to have any insight to this would you?" His dad asked, gesturing towards the birds.
"Me?"
"Yeah, all the crazy animals. Surely you have seen something like this before, haven't you?"
"Not really, im not sure what gave you that impression." He answers, trying not to make eye contact.
The sheriff looked confused. "Im sorry, I could have sworn i overheard my son saying you were an experienced hunter." He says, pointing a thumb back to Stiles, who sent Mr. Argent a wink.
"Not anymore. Even then, never seen anything like this."
The sheriff gave a stiff nod and asked Allison if she was alright, before walking off.
Scott and Derek burst into the old Hale house, with Derek carrying Isaac and Scott opening the doors. Scotts phone started ringing so he picked it up and put it to his ear. "What's up?"
"Hey, the craziest thing just happened in Ms. Blakes class-"
"Stiles I cant really talk right now, can this wait?"
"Um, no. This cant wait because this pretty much falls into the emergency category." Stiles answered, sounding annoyed.
"Okay fine. Meet me at the old Hale house."
"The Hale house? What the hell are you doing there?" Stiles asked him, but Scott still heard the Jeep being turned on.
"Long story, I'll explain when you get here."
There wasn't a response from Stiles, who just hung up and Scott put his phone down. He turned to face Derek.
"You gonna tell me who that alpha was at the hospital?" Scott asked, crossing his arms.
"Rival pack. Nothing for you to worry about. Go home. Be a teenager."
"I cant just go home and be a teenager when all we did together like killing Peter, and saving Jackson."
"I know, and I owe you for that."
A thought came to Scott's head. This was it. His opportunity to ask Derek for his help with their tattoos. If he didn't ask right now, he would most likely back out and end up not asking at all.
"You know, if you really wanna do something to pay me back I might have something in mind." Derek raised his eyebrow, signaling Scott to continue talking.
Lydia and Allison were in the hallways, waiting for her dad to come back. They were joking around when a girl came up to them.
"Where is Scott? Scott McCall? Or Stiles Stilinski?" She asked. "Your Allison, Right?"
"Uh yeah, but how do you know-"
"Where are they?" She interrupted.
"They aren't here, they're both gone." Allison answered, still confused.
"Where can I find them?" She asked, grabbing Allisons' wrist roughly.
"Hey! Easy on the physical-" She grabbed Lydias wrist too before it looked like something scared her behind them. She ran off and the girls turnt to see what it was but there was no one there.
"What the hell was her problem?"
"Great she bruised me." Lydia groaned.
"Thats weird. Me too." Allison says, looking at her wrist with her eyebrows furrowed.
As they were watching the way she took off towards, her dad walked up and informed them he got them all permission to leave since they weren't needed for questioning anymore.
Stiles walked into the hale house and found Scott sitting on a couch that was still there. "Hey, whats going on?"
"He's gonna help us with the tattoos."
Stiles looked over to Derek questioningly and then walked to stand behind where Scott was sitting.
"Why is this so important to you?" Derek asked Scott, leaning forward.
Scott looked down then into his eyes. "Do you know what tattoo mean?"
"To mark something." Derek answers.
"That's in Tahitian. In Somoan it means open wound. I knew I wanted a tattoo when I turned 18, I just chose to get it earlier now because I wanted it to be more of a reward"
"Reward for what?" Derek asked him.
He looked over to Stiles who had a confused look on his face. "Because I didn't text Allison, even when I really wanted to"
Scott watched Stiles, who looked at the ground. "Stiles-"
"Don't worry about it bud."
Derek looked at Stiles over Scotts shoulder. "And you?"
He stepped forward and held his arm out to Derek, with a raised eyebrow. Derek took the hint and looked at the Tattoo with his bloodshot red eyes. He traced the rose and her name with his fingers, then looked up to Stiles who had tears in his eyes.
"I miss her more and more every day. I cant help thinking about what im going to do if i end up forgetting what she sounded like or looked like. I would be miserable. I am miserable without her. This is just a little tiny symbolism of all the love I have for her."
Scott walked up to Stiles and they started hugging. Thats what Derek didn't understand. He never had friends like that who he could just be himself and vulnerable with. Mostly because he was a dumb jock who only cared about himself but that's beside the point. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Stiles putting a hand on his shoulder.
He would never admit it aloud, but he felt sort of... comforted? He shook the moment of vulnerability off, turning towards the boys. "And your willing to do anything to make it stick?"
"Well I wouldn't-" Stiles started before he was cut off by Scott.
"Yea. Anything"
Derek sighed and walked off for a few minuted before coming back with a blowtorch in his hands. Stiles gulps and looks at Scott with worry laced in his face.
"You know on second thought, maybe my mom wouldn't want me-" Derek gave Scott a look and then Stiles was pushed on the couch, squeezing Scotts arm leaving claw marks.
The pain was definitely a 10 and if his tattoo wasn't even that big, he didn't even wanna think about what his bestfriend would have to endure. After a few minutes of this excruciating pain, his eyes were still screwed closed when Scotts grip on him loosened. He opened his eyes and looked down to see the tattoo there on his hand, clear as ever. Scott grabbed his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze before they switched spots.
Now Stiles was holding him down and Scott was on the couch waiting for his process to start. When Derek started for him, he lasted a few minutes before he was coming in and out of consciousness. When he was up, Stiles would try and take as much of his pain that he could. Just knowing how much this hurt from his experience, he wanted it to hurt the least it could for his friend. Derek put the blowtorch down and fell back in relief that it went well.
After a few minutes he was awake and looking down at his tattoo with the biggest grin Stiles had probably ever seen on Scotts face, and that was saying ALOT. The real challenge was definitely gonna be showing Mellisa these tattoos. His dad would probably be chill and only mad if Mellisa was.
"Wait, how are we going to tell my mom?"
"We're dead, Scotty."
Scott groans and falls back. "I was so happy too!"
"Nice knowing you Derek. When you find my dead body, make sure you break my computer to a place beyond fixing." Stiles added with his over dramatic voice which made Derek crack a small smile.
"Thanks, Derek! If she asks, you peer pressured us to get them." Scott yelled out before running out, Stiles right behind him. They hopped in the truck and Stiles put it in drive.
They were pulling away from the house when they both heard, "Please don't! Your moms terrifying, she will kill me!"