Blissful Burn ➳ Stiles Stilinski [5]

Old Bickering, New Plan

I stood at my window waiting for the signal. It was tiring waiting around for a boy. The price I pay for letting dumb and dumber come up with the plans.

Once I was blinded by the constant flashing of a flashlight I quickly climbed down the drainpipe attached to the house wall.

The stuff we do for the beta.

You know I remember a time exactly like this. Except I was helping my best friends find a body. So absolutely nothings changed.

It wasn't long before I met the two idiots in the driveway and jumped into the front seat.

"Took you long enough," I muttered sinking into the seat.

"We were going over the plan," Stiles defended and I raised my eyebrows.

"It's a dumb plan," I was quick to put my opinion out there. "And you know why it's a dumb plan? Scotty tell him why."

"Because you didn't come up with it?" Scott asked.

"Correct," I nodded. He knows me so well.

"It's not a dumb plan!" Stiles got more defensive and I raised my eyebrows. He sounds so sure. "He's fine."

I scoffed as Stiles began reversing out of the driveway. "Nothing about being chained to a large tree in the middle of the night is fine!"

After all, the poor boy has been through they could of at least thought of a more creative way to torture him on a full moon.

As long as it's not handcuffed to a radiator I'm all for a new plan.

"He's fine!" Stiles was reassuring himself more than anything. "Scott tell her he's fine."

"He's–" Scott was cut off by the sound of his phone buzzing. Again. And again. "–not fine."

I grinned widely in Stiles's direction waiting for him to admit those two beautiful words. 'Your right.'

Instead, he cursed under his breath and pressed harder onto the gas pedal. Wow, Stiles is finally using silence as defeat.

Thought I'd never see the beautiful day.

"I'm not saying it," he finally opened his mouth.

Had to ruin it.

"I have no idea what you are on about," I slightly taunted out of entertainment. "Do you Scott?"

Scott shook his head staying still. "I'm not getting involved. Not after the last full moon."

"That's because I was right!" I exclaimed and Scott shook his head again already wanting out of the car.

"You were not! It was my idea!" Stiles finally caved staring at me in annoyance.

"It was my plan!" I boasted feeling my anger rise.

"It's my jeep!"

"Still my plan!"

"It was my idea–"

"Guys!" Scott yelled and we both jumped looking straight back at the road. "It's my beta."

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"The vision is..." I stopped to think as I stared at the stars. "Stiles why is that your vision?"

I was stargazing on the roof of the jeep while Scott was sitting on the hood looking at the moon. Stiles was mapping down every city or area that he and Scott could live in.

I never saw myself as the college type but I did see myself like someone. An odd someone.

"Are you mocking my vision?" He sounded genuinely hurt by his accusation.