A light blew car sped down the country roads in California, speeding into a parking spot and coming to a halt.
Peter got out of the car, parked at a diner in the middle of nowhere, his sun glasses on along with his leather jacket as he looked around him, on a mission. He spun around in a circle, looking at the place and its surroundings with a judgmental look that was hidden underneath his sunglasses.
He looked at the door as he walked up to it, walking inside. He took his sunglasses off of his face and took a look around him until he found Marisa sat at a booth facing him, her head in her hand and her eyes closed, her hair curled and messy and her red lipstick smudged as she wore all black, a dress and a leather jacket. Peter walked up to her booth and sat down across from her.
"Coffee for ur troubles?" He asked teasingly. Marisa opened her eyes and lifted her head, seeing him. She scoffed
"What the hell do u want?" She groaned before taking a sip of her coffee. Peter smiled and shrugged
"Dereks been having me follow u" he told her.
Marisa rolled her eyes as she leaned back in the seat
"I don't need protection" she told him
"No. What u need is a shower" Peter told her, judgmentally "I mean seriously, I know u had an abusive father, but please tell me someone taught u proper hygiene" he spoke, cringing at her. Marisa looked at him in her groggy, hung over state
"Get out" she told him in a low energy tone. Peter smiled, leaning forward on the table
"U know, but that's not even the craziest part. U see, my question is..how r u even drunk right now?" He asked with a slight chuckle. Marisa smiled
"I figured it out" she shrugged before taking another sip of her coffee
"I mean...ten bars..in the last 24 hours. That's gotta be a record" he chuckled "now..who..might I ask..is paying for this bender?" He asked.
"Mommy left me a shit load of cash when she died that my father kept from me.." she smiled "but when he died..it went straight into my name" she chuckled before sighing as she leaned back again
"And how come nobody told me any of this?" He asked
"Bc it's none of ur business..and I don't like u" Marisa shrugged. Peter shrugged
"Fair enough" he stated
"Look" Marisa leaned forward on the table "if ur here to drag me back to beacon hills and my shit life, it's not gonna happen" she told him
"Oh, that's not why we're having this amazing chat" Peter told her, sarcastically "no. I'm here to ask u a question.." he told her. Marisa raised her brows, wondering what it was. Peter leaned closer to her slightly "is this rly what u wanna do for the rest of ur life?..when ur worth so much more..I mean, ur a Hale for gods sake" he told her with a shrug. Marisa gave him a thin, sarcastic smile. She leaned slightly closer
"Until I'm dead" she answered before leaning back in her seat and taking another sip of coffee. Peter hummed a slight chuckled
"U know, when I was in the hospital after the fire, Laura, ur big sister would write me letters for my nurses to read to me..and she told me all ab how Derek was handling the loss of our entire family..."
"Ah" Marisa put her hand up, interrupting him "let me guess..ur gonna say he did exactly what I'm doing, aren't u?" She asked with an annoyed smile. Peter smiled
"Precisely" he nodded. Marisa hummed as she leaned back
"Look, the whole, 'I need derek, and he understands me bc we're exactly alike' thing..." she sighed "it doesn't work on me...never has"
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NIGHTMARE | Teen Wolf |Scott/Stiles
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