NIGHTMARES, DEREK HALE

🍒001; Senior Scribe

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Out in the Beacon Hills' Preserve, it was night time and Scott McCall was sitting on the hood of the Jeep while looking upwards at the sky, Stiles having a map laid out next to him.

"All right, so, i found some cool bedrooms in the Mission District, but they're pretty expensive, a couple in a Haight and Ashbury, also expensive..." Stiles awkwardly trails off.

Scott looks over at Stiles. "What about Berkley? Don't a lot of students live there?"

"Yeah, yeah, we can try Knob Hill, but, the Jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches." Stiles says in concern for his vehicle.

"You're bringing the Jeep?" Scott scoffs.

Stiles glares over at Scott. "You know the plan, okay? No one gets left behind." Stiles then listed out. "Maia's doing Yale, Lydia's not going to have any problem in getting into Standford, Skylar already has herself confident in Hamilton, Kira's thinking USF, Malachai got his eyes on the Military Academy and Malia...well, she's figuring out something..."

"Or..." Scott lightly shrugs. "We could wait until we do actually get into a college and then figure out where to live."

"I have a vision, dude, don't ruin the vision, it's a beautiful vision." Stiles scolds.

"Hamilton? Isn't that in New York?" Scott questions.

"Yeah, well, she'll be moving to New York." Stiles says.

"And, how will you two work that out?" Scott questions.

"Uh...don't think about that, we'll figure that out." Stiles says.

"Yale? Why didn't Maia say anything?" Scott confusingly asks.

"She did, well, to Malachai, who told me, and now, i'm telling you." Stiles shrugs.

"It's simple, you know? You know how Maia is, she wants to help people, even the ones she thinks she didn't try hard enough to help." Stiles sighs out, slightly shaking his head.

Scott frowns, looking at Stiles. "Does she-."

You know, we could check out East Bay, haven't looked at Oakland as yet." Stiles interjects, the Stilinski then saw a disturbed look on Scott's face. "You okay? Are you starting to feel it?"

"Uh, just thinking." Scott sighs out.

"About what?" Stiles curiously asks.

"Senior Year." Scott states.

Stiles scoffs. "Come on, that's going to be easy."

"It's more like something Deaton once told me, you ever of 'regression to the mean'?" Scott questions.

"Nope." Stiles answers.

"It was his way of saying that life can never be all too good or too bad, you know, eventually, things has to come back to the middle, so, think about the last few months, things have been good, right? But, not amazing." Scott sighs out.

"Yeah, but, no one has tried to kill us in the last six months either." Stiles states.

"Right, we have been pretty much in the middle, which means, the scale has to tip one way or the other, things are going to get really good again..."

"Or really bad..."

A storm gathers from the dark sky, a loud crackling sound was heard alerting both of them.

"Think it's been long enough?" Stiles questions.

Liam Dunbar, who was tied in chains around a huge tree, yells at them. "Yes!"