Scott and Stiles stood before me as I combed sheriff Stilinski's hair getting him ready for his first date in years.
"Oh, I should've got a haircut," The sheriff groaned running his fingers through his hair.
"Well, you know someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut," Stiles smiled.
I shot my friend a glare.
"I think you look great," Scott commented.
"Very handsome sir," I added with a wink stepping back from my master piece.
"Well, thank you, son and daughter I should have had," he smirked. Stiles's eye twitched, then looked back at Scott and I sending a side eye.
"Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea," the older man protested.
"What? Dad Dad, it's one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman. Or man."
"It's a woman, Stiles."
"Okay."
"A very beautiful woman," he breathed out.
"What beautiful woman, by the way?" His nosey son questioned.
"None of your business. Neither any of you," Mr. Stilinski pointed at all of us. The three of us share a look.
"I want to know," Scott smirked.
As Stiles and I continued to fix his father up, we began to hear shouting from outside of the office.
"Stilinski! Stilinski! I'm going to kill you!"
The four of us bolt outside of the office seeing an angry young male held in handcuffs with his lawyer and officers behind him.
"Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory," the sheriff remarked.
"Deputies, escort the prisoner out," he ordered.
"I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window," Donovan began. "I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. Because this is why."
My mouth fell open at his words, he was dead serious. The room fell silent, his lawyer sighing in defeat.
"Wow, that was awesome," Stiles spoke up. "That was awesome. That was great. We do one more?"
I bring my hand up to my mouth to keep me from laughing at our friends sarcasm.
"Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know. Okay, you know what? It's fine," he shrugs.
"You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell, you know.
Just stuck there, forever," he ends raising his fist for me to bump which I rightfully do.
I snorted crossing my arms over my chest.
The rage that suddenly filled the air cause Scott and I to stand protectively in front of our best friend as Donovan attempted to fight against the cops.
"Get him out of here!" Stilinksi ordered.
"What the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?" Scott asked from beside me.
"It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy," Stiles explained.
"That guy wanted to be a cop?" I scoffed.
"At least now he's getting the full law enforcement experience."
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The sheriff kicked us out sending us home, leaving the three of us in the jeep.
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Because, I Love You (Liam Dunbar)
Fanfiction"No, not my little sister," Scott fought stepping forward. "Scotty, come on! It'll be fine. It's not like this will lead to anything," I reassured crossing my arms. He sighed shaking his head in disapproval. "I don't like this at all," he mumbled. "...
