IN HER HEART, THERE'S A HOLE
THERE'S A BLACK MARK ON HER SOUL
"How tall are you?"
"Why?"
"Oh, I just asked, so I know how long I should dig your grave."
EPISODE 3: FIREFLIES CHAPTER 14. STAIRS AND SEXUAL TENSION
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STILES WAS SITTING ON a chair, and tapping the table, which, to be honest, was starting to get on my nerves.
He continues his incessant tapping, and I lean forward, and grab his hand.
"Stop it." I tell him.
"I can't help it." He replies, sighing. "We've waiting for half an hour, and still no response."
"I know, but if you start to annoy me, you won't get to hear the response, because you'll be too busy trying to get out of the trunk of my car." I threaten him, leaning forward. "And, my trunk's werewolf proof."
I suddenly become very aware, that my hand was still on his, and I was leaning a little too close. I clear my throat, and lean back in my seat, an awkward silence taking over.
"So, this is how you both deal with the sexual tension?" Peter's voice comes, out of nowhere. "By pretending it's not there."
I turn to glare at him.
"You should not be allowed near children." I tell him.
My phone starts to ring in my pocket, and I sigh in relief, taking it out.
"LYDIA? LYDIA?" I YELL, my voice full of concern, and I get out of Stiles' jeep.
As soon as I step my foot on the ground, my foot gives in, and I fall to the ground.
"Ow." I let out, as I try to get up.
Arms help me, as I see Stiles behind me.
"I still don't get how you fell down the stairs." He tells me, as he supports me while we walk to the pool.
"I was walking down the stairs." I tell him, plainly. "I fell down. What do you not get?"
We walk in Lydia's sight, and I rush towards her- as, quickly as I could, given my foot.
"Lydia, are you okay?" I ask her.
"I'm okay." She tells me. "That, over there..." She points to the lifegaurd's chair, on which a lifeless body sat. "Not okay."
"Yeah, all right. I'm gonna call my dad." Stiles tells us, pulling out his phone.
"I already called 911." Lydia tells us.
"You called the police before you called us?" Stiles asks her, in disbelief.
"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" Lydia asks, in the same tone.
"Yes!" Stiles yells.
"ARE YOU SURE?" I hear Scott's voice from the other side of the phone.
"Yep. Throat ripped out, blood everywhere." Stiles replies. "It's like the frickin' shining over here. Two little twin girls come out of the woods, start asking me to play with them forever and ever, I'm not gonna be surprised."
"Can you get a little closer to make sure it was them?" Scott asks. "Make sure it was them?"
"Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?" Stiles asks, sarcastically.
"Please just do it." Scott tells him.
"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO follow me home." Lydia tells me, as I walk her into her room, holding her bag for her.
"Yes, I did." I tell her. "And, I'm going to stay with you for the rest of the night."
"Alex." She tells me. "I love you, and I apriciate your concern, but if you stay here, I'll have to kill you."
"Fine, I won't stay over." I tell her. "But if something happens, you call me. You understand? You call me."
