𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 │ The Phoenix bird is often associated with renewal, rebirth, and resurrection. It is often used to represent hope, renewal, and the possibility of a fresh start.
❝you died! ❞
❝i know ❞
❝you...
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❛which is what every killer says before they get the dumb blonde white girl in horror movies❜
TICK TOCK, tick tock, tick tock. That was all Solaris heard as she painted her nails purple lilac. Tomorrow was the first day back from winter break, and the Illume girl dreaded it. She always heard the whispers and always felt the stares; it was hard not to notice; honestly, it's probably another reason why Solaris is such a bitch.
Just as she finished her top coat, Solaris received a message. The girl doesn't have many friends; in fact, she can count on one perfectly manicured hand how many friends she has. Stiles, Scott and— oh wait, that's it really. But she preferred it that way, less people to open up to, less people to care about, less people to lose.
Rolling her eyes at the repeated messages Stiles was leaving, Solaris was about to turn her phone off for the night before she heard the unmistakable beep of Stiles's truck. Giving a deep sigh, she closed the nail polish and harshly opened her window, sticking her head out. Squinting her eyes, she was about to yell at the idiot she called a friend before she decided against it remembering how late it was. Stomping down the stairs, she opened the door to be met with the faces of a nervous looking Scott and Stiles.
"Before you bite our heads off, can we explain ourselves?" Stiles rushed out, practically hiding behind Scott. Nodding slowly, Stiles slowly moved from behind Scott, the two sharing a look that meant they were up to no good. "There's a dead body in the woods."
"And before you say, 'what does that have to do with me?' just think about how finally something cool is happening in this crappy town." Scott finished giving Stiles a high five, the two weirdly excited about the possibility of finding a dead body.
"Do the two of you share an 8th of a brain cell?" Solaris spat, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Why in the all mighty fuck would I join you two numb nuts in the hunt of finding a dead fucking body?"
Slightly flinching, the two boys looked at each other before Stiles stepped up, "Because you owe me,"
"How do I owe you, Stiles," Solaris asked incredulously.
"The time I took the blame for when you put whipped cream, eggs, and shaving cream in Coach's car," Stiles said triumphantly once he saw the defeated look on her face.
"Fine," Solaris agreed through a clenched jaw, "but you two dimwits have 45 minutes. I have to finish my nails,"
"Yes," Scott cheered, throwing his arm around Solaris, making the girl's face soften slightly.
Without wasting any time, Stiles quickly pulled the two into his jeep, speeding towards Beacon Preserve. Once the trio arrived, Solaris was suddenly regretting her choice of pajamas. While comfortable, the Illume girl was freezing in just a tank top and sweats. Noticing the girls shivering, Scott shrugged off his sweater draping it around Solaris's shoulders. Sending a slight nod of thanks, the three began their trek into the woods.
