After an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, Amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body.
But it's not as if she could say no. Not...
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pack mentality
Sandwiched between Stiles and Scott, Amber walked up the concrete path to the school building, pulling her backpack straps tighter around her shoulders as she listened to Scott recount the vivid dream he'd had the night before.
"I'm serious, you guys. It was an actual nightmare-" Scott explained, "In the dream I couldn't control my shift and we were locked inside a school bus.. Allison was trying to get away but.. There was so much blood.." Scott shook his head as if trying to eject the memory from his brain and Amber lifted a hand to give him a sympathetic pat on the back.
Stiles wrenched open the large metal doors to the building when the trio reached them, "So you killed her?"
"I don't know, I just woke up," Scott said as and Amber entered the school, stepping past where Stiles was holding the door open for them, "And I was sweating like crazy.. And I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before-"
"Really?" Stiles questioned with a grin, a look of satisfaction taking over his face at the innuendo, "I have. Usually ends a little differently.." He wrapped an arm around Amber's shoulders as they walked down the hallway and pulled her into his side with a laugh, "What about you, Amber? You ever had one of these dreams? With the heavy breathing and the sweating and the-"
Amber turned slightly into Stiles' side underneath his arm, pressing her fingertips against his lips to stop the rambling. Her heart beat loudly in her ears as her mind drifted to the dream she'd had the week before that featured Stiles himself, from which she'd woken breathing heavily and coated in a sheen of sweat. She looked into his wide eyes as they continued down the hallway with slow steps and she remembered the moment in her dream just before she'd gasped herself awake, the moment that Stiles' warm brown eyes had locked with hers just before she'd come.
After what was probably a moment too long, she removed her hand from his mouth, "Yes, Stiles. I've had a sex dream before. You're hilarious."
"Wh- Really?" Stiles sputtered, "About who?"
Amber took a step to the side to put some space between Stiles and herself and his arm fell from her shoulders to hang limply at his side again as they picked their pace back up. Amber was saved from having to dodge the question herself when Scott interjected.
"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real. And B, never give me that much detail about either of you in bed again."
Stiles sighed a long-suffering sigh at the change in topic but surrendered, "Noted. Let me just take a guess here-"
"No," Scott interrupted, "I know you both probably think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose it and rip her throat out."
