( chapter eleven formality )
☁︎☁︎☁︎"WHAT IN THE WORLD JUST HAPPNED?" Stiles said loudly as all four males stood in shock.
"Ezra, are you okay?" Scott asked as he approached the male hesitantly, Ezra shook his head, attempting to get up from the table but almost falls in the process. Stiles rushes to help him, bringing an arm around his waist. "Deaton, what's going?"
Before Deaton could say a word, the sound of the entrance bell ringing cause the the four to look over. "Hello?" Deaton calls out. The boys quietly follow behind Deaton as they lead to the front desk of the clinic. Ezra stares back into Peters eyes as the Alpha stood there. "I'm sorry but we're." Deaton observes the man, giving him a cold glare as Peter focused his eyes on the boy. "We're closed."
Peter gives a fake warm smile, "Hi there. I'm here to pick up."
"I'm not sure, I remember you dropping off." Deaton replies.
Peter stepped close, eyes still on Ezra and Scott. "These two wandered in on their own."
"Even if they did, I'm afraid I can't help you." Deaton gives a smile, "We're closed."
Peter steps closer, his hands behind his back, "I think you can make an exception this time one time, don't you?" Ezra glances back at Scott, who gave him a worried look. "Maybe you should come back during visiting hours."
"You have something of mines I'm here to collect."
Deaton doesn't budge, putting an arm in front of the boys as Peter stepped closer. "Like I said, we're closed."
Peter walks to the gate, opens it but pauses, observing the wood closely. "Mountain ash. That's an old one." He smirks. Peter suddenly grabs a chair, throwing it towards Deaton. Ezra flinches, shocked when Deaton doesn't even blink.
"Let me be clear as possible." Deaton hisses, "We. are .closed." Peter stares at Deaton for a long time, adjusting his jacket. He stops at the door, murmuring only something Scott could hear, Ezra watch Peter carefully as Peter turned to him, "Remember Ezra." Peter said, pointing to the side of his his and motioning toward his eye. Ezra looked back at the man with confusion, becoming even more confused and tired. Remember what?
They watch the man leave, slamming the door shut. They all let out a sigh of relief.
"Can someone explain to me what the hell is going?" Stiles spoke up as he still kept an arm around Ezras' waist. "I-I don't know." Ezra said with a hoarse voice, "I'm getting more and more confused every single day. It's like Peter wants to tell me but then he never does." Ezra said as he slowly walked towards a chair, with Stiles' help.
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Tongue Tied ✹ Stiles Stilinski ¹
Fanfiction❛ forgive me if i stumble and fall. for i know now how to love too well. i am clumsy and my words do not form as i wish, so let me kiss you instead and let my lips paint for you. all the pictures that my clumsy heart cannot.❜ ...