Rose || Stiles Stilinski¹

Eleven ✖️

TW: Mentions self-harm/suicide

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          The bus stopped in a small parking lot. A motel sat on the other side, looking gloomy and depressing. Rose shivered at the sight, it looked creepy as hell and she didn't like how it made her feel.  Everyone began moving towards the entrance, pushing past each other to get out first. The smell of vomit hadn't exactly left the bus yet.

"...I've seen worse," Scott muttered.

"Where have you see worse?" Stiles asked sarcastically as he helped Rose down the last step.

"Thanks" she whispered to him, he smiled in response.

"Listen up! The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves! You'll be pairing up-- choose wisely." He brought out a stack of keys and student's began to grab for them, "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!

Soon enough everyone had keys...except for Rose. Looking around she saw that Boyd and Isaac were bunking, Scott and Stiles were too, and finally Lydia and Allison. She walked towards the two girls, hoping she could share with them.

"Any room for a third?"

"No need to ask, as if we'd let you room with anyone else." Allison chuckled.

"...Maybe if it were with Stiles..." Lydia whispered to herself. Rose whipped around and looked at the red-head with an open mouth.

"No!", she whispered back. Lydia only smiled at her as Coach let them off.

"Do you have a place to sleep tonight?" Stiles asked her. He didn't mind sharing with Scott if it meant she wasn't sleeping alone. He didn't trust this motel to leave her alone.

"Yeah, with the girls."

Stiles nodded in relief, "Scott and I will be in room 238 if you need us okay?"

"Got it, the girls and I will be in room 217 if you need us."

Saying goodbye and a small 'be careful', they went their separate ways.

"Lydia?" Allison asked, and that's when Rose noticed the red-head wasn't next to them.

"I don't like this place..."

"I don't think the people who own this place like this place." Allison joked, hoping to take the edge off.

"It's just for a night hun..." Rose told her softly.

Lydia looked at her, worry clear in her eyes, "A lot can happen in one night..."

After calming Lydia and reminding her that together, they could take on whatever comes at them, Rose, Lydia and Allison stood in their room, looking shocked at the sight. It was hideous, yes, but you could practically see year old stains in the carpets and sheets.

"Um...its cozy?" Allison tried.

"It's disgusting."

Both girl turned to look at Rose for her opinion but it was clear on her face. Rose was focused on a huge brown spot on the floor and she just knew it wasn't juice. Her nose was scrunched up and her lips where in a frown.

"So...not a winner?" Lydias asked her.

"I rather be in hell."

Allison nodded as if saying, 'Yeah, makes sense' before setting her bag on a bed. Lydia followed and placed her bag on the same bed.