" I know people are temporary...
..but can you be permanent?"
Stiles-a boy who's sarcastic
Olivia-a girl who's also sarcastic as hell and mentally unstable most of time.
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭.
People fear what they do not k...
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Chapter eight✓
Allison hesitated as her hand hovered over the guest bedroom door that her and Lydia were standing outside of. Hearing the state of things, she didn't want to make the girl feel cornered or uncomfortable. The goal was to come off as nice as possible and try and talk to her.
She inhaled deeply and knocked lightly on the door, but hard enough for Olivia to hear. Allison opened the door carefully and popped her head in. Olivia was huddled in the far corner of the room, eyes puffy as she took her sleeve and wiped some stray tears off.
"Hi, my name is Allison and this is Lydia." Allison said kindly, "Do you mind if we come in?"
Olivia studied them for a moment, looking for anything unusual or a red flag of somesort. She continued to search for the red flag but failed to find one. Before she knew what she was doing, her head gave a slight nod to the pair.
They walked closer to the area where she sat and then placed themselves down on the cement floor at a reasonably fair distance away from her if she needed space.
Lydia cleared her throat, not too fond of the awkward atmosphere surrounding them. "We wanted to make sure that you were okay."
Olivia's eyes widened for a moment. Why would they want to help her? It didn't make sense to her at all; why strangers would want to help another stranger that could possibly be a mass murder for all they know.
"Why?"
Allison looked over at Lydia and then back to her with kind eyes.
"Well, we're the kind of people who don't let others get hurt." Allison paused before continuing, "I thought we could introduce ourselves real quick so you at least know some people here."
Olivia's eyebrows pulled together.
The huntress glanced over to her redhead friend, "Oh, my name is Lydia Martin, my favorite color is pink or a nice shade of burgundy because it matches my skin tone. My boyfriend was a homicidal lizard, I have one dog which's name is Prada and I have an IQ of 116." She groaned,"They even made me retake the PSATs in my freshman year because they thought I cheated, but I just got a higher score."
Olivia looked at Lydia with wide eyes.
what.
Before Olivia had any chance to ask even a single question regarding the homicidal lizard subject, Allison started to talk. "My Name is Allison Argent, nice to meet you. Since we're saying our favorite colors, mine is purple, uh, oh! My ex-boyfriend is a werewolf." She sighed thinking about anything else she could add, but to no avail. "That's really all, I'm not that interesting."
The Flynn just sat in her spot in front of the pair. "I'm sorry, did you say your boyfriend is a homicidal lizard?"
"Correction was, now he's a werewolf that lives in London; we broke up."
