Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Sixty Seven- Beverages

While Boyd and Derek dragged the now frail bodies of Isaac and Erica, the rest of the group vacated back inside, well except for Allison and Lydia. After Lydia freaking out, they thought it was best to get her home and away from any conversations of the supernatural, so it was Allisons job to drive her home and to tell her to stay away from Jackson.

In the house, Rosie went inside and saw the mess which had been the consequence of the fight which broke out between her brother and Isaac. She went on her knees to pick up the glass which had been broken in the process. While Scott was upstairs cleaning the kanima venom and trying to re hinge the door, Stiles was downstairs placing all the thrown objects back in their original place.

The two cleaned in silence for two reasons: because they were moving about and wouldn't be able to hear each other properly and because it was too awkward between them. Earlier they were fine, but now, things had changed.

When placing the chair which Scott had thrown back by the table, he sighed loudly. The way he did it made Rosie know it was on purpose and to get her attention because he was annoyed. Slamming the brush she had in her hand on the floor, she finally spoke up, addressing it.

"What do you want me to say? Stiles, I'm so sorry i should have listened to you." Rosie mimicked as she stood up and faced him in the dining room, turn around and look at her too.

"You wouldn't have been in this situation if you would have just listened to me." His arms wailed about as he tried to emphasize his point against Rosie.

"And where else would I have been? Here getting beat by a werewolf because i didn't think to lock my own back door."

"Hey, I'm human. Im not like you or Scott. I cant heal fast, I'm not strong and I'm not fast either. But you could have been here to help." Stiles raised his voice, making Rosie realize how much she had got to him in such a small amount of time. However, she still continued.

"Do you think i asked to be in that car? Do you think I asked to be someones hostage, again? To almost have my life put up against someone else's? I didn't ask for that." She brushed her face with her hands stressfully as she sighed.

"I never said you did." His tone was more sincere now than angry as he calmed himself down through deep breathes. "But if you would have just listened-"

"I know I should have listened to you, okay? I get it. Its just- people make mistakes. I mean that's basically my own personality trait now. Making mistakes." Her small chuckle didn't affect Stiles as he only focused on what she said about making mistakes.

"What other mistakes have you made?"

Instead of answering, she just looked at him regretfully, making him laugh internally at his stupidity. He thought there was hope for them, but now, there was nothing left. Stiles also did not say anything else but Instead walked upstairs and away from her.

She sat there confused, wondering why he reacted the way he did but knew it was no use. For he wouldn't listen to her even If she tried. From behind her, she heard the thumping of the two boys rushing down the stairs and she turned to look at them pacing down the stairs.

"What are you-"

"Its back. Jacksons on the roof next door. We have to follow it in case Derek goes for it." Behind him, Stiles grabbed the keys and didn't look at her as he passed her to go out the front door. Without any questions asked, Rosie followed them out the door and into the jeep.

Like before everything, Rosie took her seat in the back and said nothing as Scott buckled himself in and let his head droop out of the window. Stiles started the car and dragged it along the street, following the lizard like creature beside them, jumping from roof to roof.