𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗔, 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, 𝙁𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨.

ACT ONE. CHAPTER SEVEN.

"WHERE ARE WE GOING ?" Scott asked trailing behind Stiles. "You'll see." Scott sighed and looked behind him to Regulus who followed with a grim look. "Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school."

"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me. And I mean look at him." He pointed towards Regulus who was too busy checking that there wasn't anyone following them. "That's pretty self-explaining isn't it ?"

"You know that I can hear you" Regulus mumbled not even looking away from the forest. "Can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott begged him.

"Yes," Stiles said annoyed. "When your best friend gets dumped-"

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break." He defended himself.

"Alright. Well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break..." He held up a bottle of alcohol. "You get your best friend drunk."

Half a bottle later Stiles was drunk talking. He was lying on the ground with his head on Regulus jacked while the two werewolves sat beside each other. You couldn't decide which one was brooding more.

Since the whole school thing, it got really stressful. Derek was accused to be some sort of serial killer and lost custody over Regulus.

Before they could send him into some sort of foster home, the Sheriff took him in. Regulus was thankful for that because when Derek's name was cleared, he could go back to his brother but it was still a little awkward from time to time.

"Dude, you know, she's just one... One girl. You know there are so many... There are so many other girls in the sea."

"Fish in the sea." Scott corrected him. "Fish ?" Stiles asked confused "Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls." He breathed out loudly.

"I love girls. I love them. I love... Especially ones with shining brown hair, brown eyes, 5'9"

"Like Reg ?" Scott asked as he and Regulus shared an amused look. "Yeah, exactly." Stiles exclaimed. "You know that he's a boy, right ?"

"Hey, how did you know I was talking about... About... What was I talking about?" Regulus stood up and grabbed the bottle, so it was out of Stiles' reach.

"Hey, you're not happy Take a drin- Where's the bottle? Scott someone took our bottle."

"It's here." Regulus said tired of drunk Stiles. "Oh hey, Reg." Stiles greeted. "Hi."

"I don't want anymore." Scott wanted to go home. Or be with Allison. But he didn't want to be here anymore.

"You're not drunk ?" Stiles asked confused. "I'm not anything." He shook his head. "Hey, maybe it's like... Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk ?" He asked.

"You can't get drunk as a werewolf." Regulus told them. "Reg... You know as much about werewolves as we do. And that's almost... nothing." Stiles chuckled.

After the fire, Derek and Laura told him nothing about the supernatural anymore to keep him out of harm's way. But that didn't mean that he was as clueless as Scott and Stiles.

"You're wasted." Scott told him. Stiles cheered in agreement.

"Oh come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know." he chuckled. "But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse." He chuckled again.