❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
( galvanize, pt. ii — illuminated, pt. i ) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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EMERGE FROM THE SHADOWS
"WOW," Andrea muttered through a chuckle after hearing the news about her best friend. "You got caught naked by Argent? In Allison's room?"
Lucas sighed exasperatedly, "Half naked."
The boy came home merely minutes ago when Andrea was watching the TV in the living room, only for him to plop down and sigh as if he had just seen his puppy drowned—not that he had a puppy. In a matter of seconds, he began telling Andrea about what had happened not thirty minutes prior to him coming home.
Apparently, Lucas was having a moment with Allison. A moment that didn't seem to include their the upper part clothes—and unfortunately for the two teenagers, Chris interrupted before the two could do anything.
And the Argent man didn't seem to be very fond of the sight because he supposedly mentioned guns while directly glaring at Lucas. And Lucas managed to overhear him shouting about his dislike of Allison dating another supernatural being.
Andrea didn't share the boy's frustration, because she had been laughing her ass off since he began telling her the story about what happened.
"Oh, God," she muttered in between her laughter, wiping away the tears that had blurred her vision. "Argent is going to kill you, man."
Lucas glared at the girl next to him, "Yeah, I'm aware of that, thank you very much."
"What do you want written on your eulogy?" she joked, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen that was not far from where they sat. The girl gave him the pen and paper, trying to contain her laughter to look serious.
The pen and paper ended up being brushed off from her hands, making her laugh grew even louder. He continued to glare at the girl, "You suck, you know that? I hate you."
"You love me," Andrea stated.
"I don't. Actually, I—"
The boy's words were cut off by a buzz coming from Andrea's phone, making her look at it in confusion until she read the text that had came from Stiles.
STILES he's after Kira. meet me at her house, i'll send u the address.
"Crap," Andrea muttered under her breath, instantly standing up.
"Andy?" Lucas frowned, seemingly confused. "What's wrong?"
"Burrow," she replied, sighing. "He's after Kira. We gotta go, now."
