"Can I... can I kiss you?"
In which somewhere along the way between all the fighting and death, two boys found themselves falling in love.
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BoyXBoy
Based on season 2
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It was the middle of the night when I got the phone call. I had fallen asleep reading, still dressed in my school clothes. So, when I heard Chris Argent's voice on the otherwise side of the call, I was quick to jump out of bed with a jacket and rushed outside my house where two black SUV's waited.
"What's going on?" I cautiously asked walking up to their open back window. My hands were tucked into my black hoodie.
Gerard came into sight form the other side of Chris, a smile planted on his face like it was Christmas night.
"I want you to join us for a little ride. Hop in"
And there it was, Stiles's voice floating in the back of my head begging me not to do this. When I looked back at the men ready to tell them I couldn't, it felt like something was calling out to me, telling me I needed to do this.
So, that's how I ended up in between both men riding in the vehicle with them.
"I still don't think this is a good idea, Gerard" Chris huffed.
"Which is why it isn't up to you anymore" Gerard told him with a little anger in his tone. "Leo here seems like a perfect new comer. Besides, got to win over your future son-n-law one way or another"
I really had no idea what was happening. It must have to do with the conversation I had earlier that day with him at the funeral, so now I knew I could blame Allison for this.
"You're quiet boy. What's on your mind?" Gerard asked me.
Taking a deep breath, I knew I had to put a fake facade on and play along.
"I'm trying to figure out why my presence is needed here. And I don't mean that in any disrespectful way but you still haven't told me what we're doing" I said.
He didn't say anything for a second, looking between me and Chris.
"Have you ever been hunting?"
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Third Person Point of View
Rylee grabbed her bowl of cereal of the counter, her other hand typing away on her phone, when she heard the familiar ring of a FaceTime call from her brothers room. Knowing he wasn't home at all right because she caught him, she decided to check to see who it was herself.
Sitting her bowl down the desk, she read the name of the caller of the laptop.
"Stilinski Boy" she muttered trying to figure out who that was. "Isn't that the sheriff?" She asked out loud to herself.
Not caring about how her brother was going to feel about it, she answered the call only to find a nerf gun pointed at her from the boy who visited them last week.
