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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"ARE YOU OKAY LUNA?"
"Yeah why?"
"Well you've turned on three songs about heartbreak, one saying boys ain't shit, and another wishing you could just turn back time... so uh lucky guess that you and Derek are fighting?"
Luna turns over to him as she bites a twizzler, "I'm fine..."
Stiles sighs pulling over the jeep onto the side of the road before taking off his seatbelt and turning to Luna.
Luna frowns shrugging, "What?"
"Luna you have makeup running down your cheeks."
Luna gasps then opens the mirror above her head. Sniffling she pouts and glances back at Stiles.
"Oh..."
Stiles frowns patting Luna's knee, "Come on Luna... you know everything will be okay. Even though I don't know what's wrong, everything will be fine. It's just tough right now. You and sour wolf will be back to making out sooner than you think."
Luna pouts even more as she starts to sniffle again.
Stiles stares with wide eyes, "Shit that didn't help did it? Just smile Luna everything happens for a reason."
Luna shakes her head, dropping it into her hands as she starts to cry.
"Luna Tate..."
Nothing.
"Luna..."
Nothing.
"Tate..."
Nothing.
"Tater tot..."
Luna picks up her head with a small smile as her eyebrows furrow in curiosity.
"What?" Stiles stares.
Luna wipes her eyes slowly still staring at him but never the less no longer crying. Stiles looks at her in confusion but feels happy that he stopped her from a sobbing episode.
"What happened?"
"You called me tater tot..."
Stiles shrugs, "You like tater tots. Plus your last name is Tate... so uh why not."
Luna stares at him in awe, "My mom called me tater tot..."
Stiles tilts his head with a shocked stare, "Oh shoot I'm sorry Luna! I won't call you that again-"
"No it's okay. No one else has called me that before... not that they haven't tried. My aunt has tried millions of times but I just get sad."
"Well then why aren't you sad right now?"
Luna shrugs grinning, "I don't know..."
Stiles chuckles before lifting his hand to her cheek and wiping away the last bit of mascara that had fallen from her eyes.
