"how did a total spaz like stiles end up with a badass alpha werewolf like you?"
"he loved me when no one else did, not even me"
Georgia Ray cheated death after all. Picking up where Freakish left off, Georgia becomes accustomed to her secon...
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THE DRIVE HOME FROM Mexico was a long and exhausting one. Young Derek's unconscious body was tossed in the trunk in order to make enough room for everybody, although even still it was a stretch.
Derek was taken to the animal clinic where he would spend the night under Lydia's supervision. Everybody went off to their respective homes for a night of rest after the events in Mexico.
Stiles was laying next to Georgia, his arms wrapped around her as they began to drift to sleep. They spent most nights together, switching between houses. Stiles was just falling asleep when there was a tapping at the window.
Immediately Stiles was groaning, trying to bury his face in Georgia's hair and ignore it. Georgia snickered at his reaction as they both heard the window be tugged upwards. Seconds later, feet thudded against the floor.
"Why do you have to torture me?" Stiles complained.
"Scoot over," Georgia turned to gently push him farther onto his side of the bed.
Malia slipped in on the other side of Georgia, "And stop complaining."
"You're the one who steals my girlfriend every second of the day," Stiles grumbled, "and night, apparently," Malia rolled her eyes while Georgia pecked him on the cheek.
"You'll be fine," she told him. Malia had been coming over frequently as well. She didn't like sleeping by herself at her house, there were too many painful memories associated.
"This is a nightmare," Stiles muttered regardless.
"What's really a nightmare is all of you not shutting up so I can get some sleep," Isaac was heard from his bedroom by all supernatural ears.
Malia scoffed, "Yeah, you could definitely use some beauty sleep," she didn't care that he was two rooms over, she would fight him regardless.
Stiles hadn't heard Isaac, making him whirl to face Malia with a huff, "So first you intrude and now you're calling me ugly?"
"That's not what I said," Malia shot back before Georgia could get a word in, "But you know what? Yes, you are ugly."
"Oh that is—"
"She was talking to Isaac," Georgia prevented him from getting up, "He's grumbling from his room."
Stiles pulled a face, "Awfully convenient."
"Nothing about living through this is convenient," Willow chimed in too now that she was a part of those with advanced senses.
"How about everybody shuts up and goes to bed?" Georgia suggested. A few more low murmurs were heard before everybody agreed to stop bickering.
Finally, all in the house settled.
* * * * *
"If you two don't shut the fuck up I'm crashing the car and killing all four of us."
