𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 | ❝ run like the wind, and see how long it takes for your problems to catch up with you.❞
oliver sanchez is a fan of running away from his problems, but when his problems start chasing him, things become complicated. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓...
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"Home"
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"IS THIS A BAD IDEA?"
"Yes."
Stiles sighed deeply. "Fine." He reached over Ollie to open his door, the rush of cool air raising goosebumps on his arms. "Get out first at least."
Ollie's heart warmed. The four had time to come up with a plan on their way to the same abandoned warehouse that the rave had been held; courtesy of Stiles having Scott on 'Find My Friends', Ollie didn't even need to have a vision to find out where they were. The only plan that they could come up with that was at least moderately feasible involved Stiles driving his Jeep through the wall and hope that he hits Jackson and not Scott. To be honest, it was a terrible plan. But Ollie didn't really care about much of anything at this point - he just wanted it to be over.
He got out of the car with no objection - he had almost freaked out on the drive there, as Stiles was not necessarily driving slowly (which, given the circumstances, was warranted); but deliberately crashing the Jeep may be a bit too much for his fragile mental state to handle. He wished he had his bat - it would probably be incredibly helpful, as he assumed he would have to smack at least someone in the head.
He leaned through the open window. "You sure about this, Stilinski?"
Stiles nodded, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "At this point, I think that something this idiotic would be exactly what works."
Katrin leaned her head forward, and Ollie was almost surprised to hear her speak. The two girls had been dead silent the entire drive to the warehouse; and the tense energy reduced the two boys to silence as well. They just held hands in the front seat, Ollie at least thankful that they knew that he was alive. He was sure whatever squabble the girls had gotten into would be resolved eventually.
Ollie smiled. "Good luck."
He stepped back from the Jeep, watching as Stiles steeled his nerves, and then accelerated rapidly; the smell of gasoline and dust hitting Ollie harder than the loud crash that followed the Jeep breaking clean through the stone wall.
Ollie vaguely heard Katrin and Stiles's elated cheers as he climbed over the debris, barely able to see anything through the thick cloud of dust. By the time he fully made it through, he was breathing heavily and he had to resist the urge to sneeze. He spotted Scott immediately; and Derek, both of whom seemed ready to jump into action at any moment. He then saw the kanima, motionless on the ground in front of the Jeep and couldn't help his smile. Their stupid plan actually worked.
Ollie's chest heaved as he pointed a finger at the struggling kanima, hearing the doors of the Jeep open and then close as his friends clambered out. Despite his exhaustion and confusion, he managed to raise his voice to a slightly deranged yell. "Fuck you and Matt!"
