"Stiles," she said quietly and began shaking her head. "Please, let's not talk about it."
"No, Maya, I need to talk about it. I-if I don't have a chance with you, can you please just tell me? I thought I'd be okay with it, but I'm not."
"Okay with...
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******** Dreams *********
"So let me get this straight, you killed Allison in your dream. Maya dies by fire in hers."
Scott had just filled Stiles' in on the nightmare he had last night. He woke up completely terrified. In his dream, he and Allison were on some type of date. They were making out on a school bus, yes a School bus. Scott is so romantic. Anyway, he wolfed out, attacked her, and killed her. Maya has been having the same reoccurring dream. The Hale House Fire. She'd like to say she was becoming more and more used to the nightmare, but she hasn't. Each and every dream gets more intense and more detailed. She just doesn't know why. Why it is so important? Why she has some type of connection to the fire and to Derek's family? Or what the dream is warning her about? There were too many unanswered questions. She wants to ask Derek more. If he knows more.
"Wow, I feel sorry for your mom," Stiles said shaking his head.
"Stiles!" Maya scolded at the same time Scott yelled. " Dude."
"All I know is I woke up sweating like crazy. I couldn't breathe." Scott continued. "I have never had a dream that felt like that."
"Really?" Stiles said. "I have. Although it usually ends a little different."
"A, I meant I never had a dream that felt that real." He said.
"And B, Stiles, That's disgusting." Maya looked at him, but he continued to ignore her. She rolled her eyes at him. "Please don't ever give us that much detail about your sexual fantasies again."
"Yeah especially since I know who they involve." Scott scrunched his face up in disgust and gagged.
"Dude!" Stiles smacked him in the chest.
"Y'all are weird," Maya told them. "All I know is Scotty, you now see what I go through when I see things. Or I don't know feel people's deaths!" She directed that last part at Stiles.
Stiles continued to ignore her, mad at her for the other night. For leaving them and going to Derek's by herself. He will never understand why she put so much faith in strangers. Well, one stranger. One really dark and mysterious stranger.
"Anyway, I already know it has something to do with my date with Allison. That I'm scared I'm going to lose control."
"I don't know. It's possible. Interpreting dreams isn't an exact science. But most of the time it's your subconscious self attempting to make you aware of your internal fears and insecurities " Maya told them. The two blinked not understanding her words. "We did this dream therapy thing at Eichen."
"Uh, huh." the boys nodded shaking it off.
Maya had been in the hospital enough to have some sense of understanding different things From psychology to fixing some wounds.
"Anyway, that's definitely totally it," Stiles told him confidently, but the other teenage boys sighed at how complicated his life has become. " Look, I'm sure it's going to be fine. I mean Scott I think you're doing a friggin amazing job with all this. I mean, it's not like there's a lycanthropy class for beginners."
