❝The truth is that I'm scared. I'm supposed to be preparing for finals and the ACT and SAT but I've been sucked into a mess of werewolves. Everything I've ever known is changing and leaving and everyone is dead or on the verge of leaving. I feel lik...
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Cam wakes up to the sound of Stiles's phone blaring. His arm is wrapped around her shoulders and her head is laid on his chest and it is by far the most comfortable place she's been in too long. And for those few seconds it takes Stiles to realize his phone is ringing and to let go of Cam to reach for his phone, she almost forgets why she was with him in the first place. Forgets the ache in her chest and the burning eyes and sore throat. Congested nose. For a few seconds, she is at peace. And then those seconds pass.
"Hello?" Stiles's voice is groggy as he answers the phone, clearing his throat and rubbing his eyes. "Oh, uh, yeah hi Mr. O'Riley. Yeah, she's here." Stiles looks to Cam with sleep in his eyes but he has a gentle smile, one with hints of sorrow. Cam shakes her head, hoping Stiles gets that she doesn't want the phone. "She's sleeping, is it okay if I have her call you when she wakes up? She was up most the night." Stiles scratches the back of his neck with the small lie. "Yeah, of course. It's no problem. Bye." He hangs up and lays back down with an exhausted groan. "He's worried about you." Stiles says, looking over to Cam.
"Everyone is always worried about me." Cam sighs, her voice cracking from crying the night before and lack of sleep.
Stiles moves his mouth to the side as if to be in thought. Of course, people are worried about Cam. Her mom's been dying for a long time and it got worse real quick and then there was the body and now the actual death of her mom. People are gonna worry but the stuff Cam doesn't know makes Stiles worry more.
Stiles shrugs, not really sure what else to say. "You okay?"
Cam shrugs back. "Yeah."
Stiles squints his eyes. "Are you?"
"Were you?" Cam asks, her voice is quiet and soft, lacking the snark that would normally come along with that question.
Stiles shakes his head. "No." Stiles looks away from her before he gets up from the bed, Cam visibly deflated as he gets up. "Which is why you're coming with us tonight."
Cam quirks a brow, the sound of being around anyone besides Shep or Stiles is repulsing at best. "Where and who is us?"
"Ice rink, Scott, Allison, and Lydia." Stiles explains, moving to his closet.
"Why?"
Stiles turns around and crosses his arms. "Because you need some fun in your life."
"And being the fifth wheel with Scot and Allison who aren't together." Cam rolls her eyes knowing full and well they are definitely together and not broken up. "And you and Lydia while you pine over Lydia the whole time and she ignores you as she's done our entire lives?"
Stiles hangs his head before moving his hand to his hip and lifting his head back up. "Sometimes, you're so negative." Stiles groans. "It'll be fun and I don't pine after Lydia. Besides, I helped--"
"Find her." Cam rolls her eyes. "Blah blah blah. I get it. She knows who you are now so surely you two will live happily ever after." Cam claps her hands together, pulling her hands to her face, pressing her cheek to them.
