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The next morning Stiles picked up both Scott and Julie so they could see the Police arrest Derek.
Juliette was wearing a light blue jean skirt with a white tank top and an oversized cream colored cardigan. She had white thigh high socks and some brown knee high boots.
Derek turns to see Scott and Julie standing together. They both glanced at each other as the police officer pushed Derek into the back of the car. The two looked over at Stiles, who walked to the police car. Julie groaned as Scott shook his head while whispering "no." Stiles faced them before opening the door and getting inside.
Scott and Julie looked away, looking anywhere but the car where Stiles was. Out of Nowhere Stiles was being yanked out of the car by Noah. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Noah glared at his son. "I'm just trying to help." Stiles Said.
"Uh-huh. Well, how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this." Stiles sighed. "We were looking for Scott's inhaler." He said. "Which he dropped when?" Noah asked. "The other night." Stiles said without hesitation. "The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?" Noah asked. "Yes"
"The night that you told me you were in the woods alone and Scott and Julie were at home?" Noah tilted his head. "Yes" Stiles said before he realized what he said. "No! Oh, crap." Noah sighed. "So you lied to me?" "That depends on how you define lying." "Well I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"
Stiles paused, "Reclining your body in a horizontal position?" He replied, causing Julie to snort as she listened to them. "Get the hell out of here." Noah muttered. "Absolutely," Stiles nodded before rushing over to his best friends.
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"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial." Scott groaned from the passangers seat. "goody." Juliette said from the middle. Stiles didn't take his eyes off of the road, "Just keep looking." He said. "Maybe, it's like a ritual or something. Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill. You know, like something you have to learn." Stiles explained.
Scott rolled his eyes. "I'll put it on my to-do list." He sarcastically said. "Right underneath figure out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight" Stiles ignored him. "Maybe it's different for girl werewolves." He says. Scott snapped. "Okay, stop it." He said making the two jump.
"stop what?" Stiles said making Julie turn to Scott. "Stop saying 'werewolves'. Stop enjoying this so much!" He yelled, bending over and grunting. "Are you okay?" Julie asked as she turned her attention to him. "No!" He yelled again, "No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay."
"You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott. Sooner or later." Stiles tried to calm him down. "I can't." Scott shouted "Well, you're going to have to!" Stiles shouted back. Scott groaned. "No." He said. "I can't breathe." Scott suddenly slammed his hands against the roof of Stiles' jeep, causing Julie to jump and Stiles to look quickly. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." Stiles started to swerve, Julie grabbed Stiles' arm, "Pull over!" She said as Stiles got back onto the road.
