𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗔, 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚, 𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝘾𝙡𝙪𝙗

ACT TWO. CHAPTER TWELVE.

"WAKE UP, STILES," Regulus whispered to his sleeping boyfriend. The two of them spend the whole weekend in the waiting room of the hospital. Stiles tried to convince him to go home but he insisted to stay with Lydia.

And like the great boyfriend he is, he didn't want to leave him alone. So there he lay with his head in Reg's lap, talking dirty in his sleep.

Stiles shot up in alarm until he realized where he was. "What time is it ?" He asked rubbing his eyes. "Summertime." Regulus answered sarcastically.

Stiles snorted lying back down with his head on Regulus' lap. „Really? I didn't watch that movie in ages."

"You started talking dirty in your dreams. Again." Stiles chuckled awkwardly rubbing his sour neck.

"I was gonna get something from the automat. Do you want something ?"

"I'll come with you." He stood up taking Regulus' hand and dragging him with him. Reg let go of his hand as he got out some money and held it out for Stiles. Stiles glanced at the money and scoffed.

"No." He said taking out some coins. Regulus sighed. "Stiles-" Stiles cut him off.

"I get that you're rich. But you don't have to pay for everything. Let me be a good mate."

Stiles grinned at Regulus whose eyebrows shot up and threw the coins into the snack automat. He pressed 1 but the Reese got stuck. Stiles looked annoyed at the automat.

"Seriously? Come..." He slammed his hand against the automat much to Reggie's amusement. He started to shake the automat slightly. "Stiles, I can-"

"No. I can do this alone." He said stubbornly. He tried to lift the automat. "Just... It's not gonna work." He said breathlessly.

He backed up and ran into it shaking it until it fell. Stiles and Regulus backed off looking around if someone had seen them.

Then they heard a scream. "Lydia? Lydia !" They ran towards her room. "What the hell was that ?" Mrs McCall asked opening the door. Regulus ran past them and opened the bathroom door. But no one was there. Stiles shook Reg's arm and pointed to the window. He could hear Lydia scream.

...

"Alright, let's get an APB out on a 16-year-old redhead. Any other descriptors ?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

"5'3, green eyes, fair-skinned and her hair is actually strawberry blonde." Stiles cut in making them fall in silence. "Is that right ?" Regulus stifled a laugh.

"Yeah." He spoke.

"Come here." He spoke grabbing the two boys to the side. "What the hell are you still doing here ?" He asked them.

"Uh... Providing moral support ?" Sheriff Stilinski scoffed. "How about you provide your ass back home, where you should be."

"I think we can do that too." Stiles nodded. "Yeah."

"Regulus, I wanna talk to you for a second." Stiles looked at his father in fright. "Dad-" He got cut off by Regulus. "It's okay." He gave him a reassuring smile.

Stiles nodded. "I'll wait in the car." He told him walking around the corner. Sheriff Stilinski waited for a moment until he spoke.

"Regulus, listen." He gulped. „I know that my son loves you. And I know he is a hand full, he can be very blunt at times- Don't get me wrong, I love my son. He always seems to find trouble. Just please keep an eye on him and make sure to keep him out of danger."