Awoken Chaos

Chapter 1

"Stiles Stilinski, what the hell are you doing here?! It's almost 11:30!" Brooke exclaimed when she came out of her bathroom, seeing her childhood best friend sitting on her perfectly made bed. Stiles had a tendency to do unexpected and ridiculous things, and Brooke knew this since they were 3, but showing up in the middle of the night the day before Sophomore year kind of just pissed her off.

"We're gonna go to Scott's, come on." Stiles stood proudly as he ignored her, then grabbed hold of her wrist to drag her with him.

"Nope." Brooke stood her ground, making Stiles' body twist and nearly crash to the grey carpeted floor. "Tomorrow's the first day of school, so whatever idiotic, mystical scheme you have planned I'm out."

"Seriously, Brooke?. You're basically a mini Lydia Martin, you can miss an hour or two of sleep."

"You make an excellent point, Stiles." She nodded in reason after hearing him compare her intelligence to the smartest girl they know. Who probably happened to be the smartest person in Beacon Hills.

Brooke let the love of her life walk in front of her as they made it out to the hallway of the second story in the house. The two went down the spiral carpeted stairs that led into the tiled kitchen floor. The pantry door had been open and just as they passed Brooke snagged a family size bag of nacho cheese flavored Doritos. Stiles gave her the 'really' side glance which only made her shrug innocently while opening the bag.

Before stepping out the door, she grabbed her black and purple sneakers waiting by the doorway. She cautiously walked out into the dark and across the street to Stiles' driveway. I guess you could say that that's how it all started; when 3 year old Brooke Morrell moved into the house right across from Stiles Stilinski.

A smile danced on her face as Stiles opened the passenger side door open of his baby, his million year old, busted up, baby blue Jeep he cared so deeply about. He loved the Jeep so much he had named him Roscoe. The moment Brooke sits down she places the bag on the floor and begins to tie her shoelaces. Stiles being Stiles, not thinking about things, starts the engine and drives forward making Brooke slide forward and hit her head on the dashboard. Brooke holds her throbbing head as her body flings back into the seat, groaning while she buckles in.

"Thanks." Brooke mutters.

"No problem." He grins making her send him a deadly glare for is sarcasm, which he used more often than usual.

Brooke realized on the drive to the third musketeers house that she didn't even know what they were doing out in the middle of the night. She turned to the boy she secretly loved and question him about it, his response was a mimic of Brooke talking with her full of Doritos. Sighing, Brooke knew she would not get much out of him so she changed the subject.

"Will it get us arrested like last time almost did?" She asked.

"Just because it could, it doesn't mean that we will." Stiles replies sheepishly.

"Will I be mentally scarred like last time?"

"That is also a possibility but it still doesn't mean that it'll happen." He said. Brooke opens her mouth to speak again but Stiles beats her to it, already knowing her next question. "And yes, you could be physically hurt but that doesn't mean you will be. Now, if you have no more questions, I will tell you what we'll be doing tonight."

"No more questions." Brooke motioned by zipping her lips with a smile.

He began to tell her what he overheard on the call his Dad got about a half hour ago on his intercom. They had been at the dinner table and as usual, Stilinski had his uniform on and his radio on his shoulder. It wasn't one of the deputies calling in which made Stiles listen in. A state policemen called about a 187 in the woods and that definitely got the Sheriff's sons attention while he ate his turkey sandwich. As soon as Stilinski left in his cruiser Stiles walked to his best friends house and waited on her bed until she got out of the shower and were now parked behind Scott McCall's house.