Maxine Finstock and Stiles Stilinski. Two people at the opposite ends of the food chain and somehow they are pulled together from two friends becoming one. One has an obsession and one just wants to live life to the fullest. Well, if they happen to...
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Tossing and turning while he gripped the sheets, Stiles muttered something in his sleep. "No, no, no, no, no - don't let them in - don't let them in - No, don't let them in." Suddenly he woke up only to discover he was no longer in bed, but inside a locker.
He glanced around confused for a moment before banning his fist against the door a few times before stumbling out into the locker room. Stiles walks into the hallway to see one of the classroom doors wide open.
Slowly, he walked over into the classroom. But all the desks and chairs had been pushed to the walls. But the weirdest part was that when he turned around was what was in the middle of the classroom.
The Nemeton.
Stiles reached out to place his hand on top of the tree stump. But before he could it was like the roots sprung out of the top of the stump, wrapping around his hand pulling him down.
Suddenly Stiles jumped up in bed with a gasp. It was a dream. He breathed heavily when someone spoke up, "You okay?" Max sat up moving her hair that had fallen out of her braid before gently grabbing his arm. "Stiles?" She asked, rubbing his arm comfortingly as he sighed. "Yeah, I was just dreaming. It was weird, it was like a dream within a dream."
"A nightmare?" She asked worriedly and he nodded. "Yeah." He said, grabbing her hand for a moment before looking down at it confused. He looked up at Max completely confused, "Wait a second, Max, what are you doing here?"
"Baby, why wouldn't I be here?" She asked, raising her eyebrows, "Your mom wanted you home. And you said - you were in pain." Stiles told her in a slight whisper and she chuckled, "That's ridiculous you know I want to be with you all the time, maybe you should go back to sleep." She said and he just shook his head, "No, no. You definitely told me that." Stiles said while shaking his head making her sigh softly, "Stiles, maybe you should just go back to bed."
All of the sudden, the door to his bedroom creaked open, making them look over at it. "Hang on." Stiles whispered and started to get up, making Max grab his arm, "Stiles, where are you going?" She asked.
"I'm just gonna close the door." Stiles said, not looking away from the door. Max gently grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him back down with her, "Just go back to sleep." She said and Stiles let go of her hand. "No, no, I should close it..." He said, getting up.
"Don't worry about it." Max said, trying to get him to lay back down. "What if someone comes in?" Stiles asked as he stood up making her let go of him, "Like who?"
"Just go back to sleep, Stiles." Max said as Stiles slowly started to walk towards the door, "No...What if they get in?" Stiles whispered as he continued walking. "What if who gets in?" Max asked in a slight whisper as Stiles got up to the door.
"Stiles, just leave it. Please." Max said anxiously but Stiles didn't pay attention, "Stiles, Stiles, come back to bed." Max said and Stiles reached for the door knob. "Stiles, please." She pleaded, "Don't Stiles! Don't!" She yelled, the fear obvious in her voice as he opened the door wide. "Don't go in there, please don't! Please, Stiles, don't!" She yelled but he wasn't listening and walked through the door, into the darkness behind it.
