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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UNDER the light of an almost full moon, Scott follows Stiles and Luna down a dark path through the woods.
"Can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?"
"When your best friend gets dumped-"
Luna slaps Stiles' arm making him glance over at Scott who wears a broken hearted puppy dog face.
"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."
"When your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break..." Stiles pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack, "You get your best friend drunk."
He holds up the bottle of Jack with a big grin as Luna nods smiling, "My kind of man."
Both boys look at her in shock as they thought she was referring to Stiles.
"I'm talking about the alcohol you dweebs."
Time passes on, Stiles sets it down on a rock as it's over half way empty. The three friends keep warm around a steel trash can with a fire blazing inside.
"Dude, she's one girl. There are plenty more girls in the sea."
Luna glances over at him, "Fish..."
Stiles frowns staring back at her not realizing how close they were, "What? Why you talking about fish?"
Scott sighs watching the both of them. They were laying on the rocks, Luna laying on Stiles arm that was wrapped around her shoulder. He felt like eventually something would happen between the two but honestly he didn't know.
"It's fish in the sea Stiles."
Stiles shakes his head at Scott, "I'm talking about girls. Especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five foot three..."
"Like Lydia?"
Stiles looks at him in awe, "Exactly. How did you know I was talking about... What was I talking about?"
"Lydia! That's so sweet. She's my best friend and you're my best friend! The two of you are meant for each other." Luna pokes Stiles forehead.
She giggles covering her mouth before looking at Scott who stares at her rolling his eyes, "You get it? Sour wolf. Because you're being a cockblock and you're a wolf... a were wolf boy thing."
Stiles frowns, "Wait... You're not drunk?"
"I'm not anything."
Scott stares into the fire, the glow from the flames flickering over his face.
