Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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"SO FALLEN INVITED YOU TO DINNER TOMORROW NIGHT. Should I say yes or make up another excuse?"
Boyd chuckles looking up from his lunch tray, "I'll go. Got nothing else to do."
Luna smiles popping a french fry into her mouth, "Finally, this is like the tenth time she's tried to get you to come over."
"I know. Tell her sorry... but there's only so much I can take of those two being around each other."
Luna laughs immediately knowing Boyd was talking about Fallen and Emerson. When those two get together they were literal children.
"Hey."
Luna looks beside her in confusion. Since when did Stiles know and talk to Boyd.
"You got the keys?"
Boyd pulls out a set of keys from his pocket and holds them up. As Stiles reaches out, Boyd closes his fist over them.
"This isn't a favor. It's a transaction."
"Right. Absolutely." Stiles slides a twenty dollar bill across the table.
"I said fifty."
Stiles furrows his eyebrows, "Really? I could have sworn you said twenty. I have a really good verbal memory. There was a distinctive twuh sound. As in twenty."
"I said fifty. Which has a fuh sound. Hear the difference? If you can't, I could demonstrate some other words with a fuh sound."
"Oh shit go off Vernon..."
"No, I think I'm recalling it now. But maybe I got it confused with forty?"
Luna shakes her head as Stiles puts another twenty on the table. Boyd doesn't even blink.
"Come on, dude. Have you seen the piece of crap Jeep I drive?"
Boyd shrugs, "You seen the piece of crap bus I take?"
"Accurate... just pay the guy Stilinski."
Finally, Stiles sighs and drops another ten on the table. Boyd turns his hand over, keys now held in his palm for Stiles to take. He steps away from Boyd's lone table and rushes back to another where Scott sits.
Luna rolls her eyes and goes through her wallet before pulling out a twenty, "I'm sorry about him."
Boyd grins picking up the money that Luna slides over to him, "It's fine. See you tomorrow."
Luna nods and picks up her tray following Stiles to the table where Scott is.
"Got 'em. I'll pick you up tonight after work and we'll meet at the rink. Cool?"
But Scott doesn't seem to hear him. Focusing on the sounds around him, the multitude of heartbeats, his eyes gravitate to the cafeteria doors.
Stiles and Luna follow his gaze to the doors which slowly push open. The din and noise quiets around them. The entire cafeteria seems to turn their heads almost simultaneously as long, toned legs step through the threshold. A figure passes through the crowd, catching every eye.
