My mothers 14th rule was to never go into a males bedroom unless you were family , married or for some reason sharing.
Back when Scott + Allison were in Y10 we decided that we should all go round to Scott's to catch up on homework . We brought Malia with us but soon me and Allie had to leave. Aparently Mrs McCall (Scotts mother) had walked into her sons room to see Malia innocently sat on Scott's bed . Malia was banned from leaving the house and was made to wash the dishes.
When i drag Stiles towards Mr+Mrs McCall's house he couldnt keep his mouth from hanging in a 'O' shape
"Come on" i whisper pulling Stiles through the garden gate and towards the trunk of the oak tree. It was the same tree we would hand off of as kids. It stood proudly next to Scotts bedroom window . My breathing was steady but my heart was racing .
I pressed my ear against the cold glass of the window . Mrs McCall was watching the latest soap- not because she wanted to , but because the other mothers watched it and she liked to sound clued up when they chatted to other mothers about it.
Mr McCall was practising for his dart competition he was having against the other fathers down in the local pub . I hadnt realised but i was still gripping Stiles' hand . The heat of his palm in mine almost made me feel safe. A quick glance at the clock and i knew that my mother wouldve realised I was gone . It was eleven. The time where children slept and adults drank . I had climbed this tree many times , in fact i knew every branch of by heart . I beat against the glass of Scott's window . After the fourth thud he appeared through the curtains in a tight top and his boxers.
"What are you doing?" He whispers pulling me into a brisk hug.
"Stiles-" i had forgotten that he was still attempting to clamber up the tree. I peak my head out the window and leaned my hand out to him . I haul his body up onto the balcony and into Scott's room
"Scott?-" Stiles breaths stepping forward . Scott says Stiles's name and then they embrace eachother in a manly hug
"Im confused" i state but it was too loud . Footsteps are heard and before i have the chance to think on my feet Im face to face with Mrs McCall. She was tall and thin with a high pitched voice and perfectly straight brown hair
"Lydia, why are you here?" She cries making Mr McCall stop playing darts and race up the stairs to his sons room . There was silence and many death glares.
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Fanfiction𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚 [this needs to be heavily edited because it was written literally years ago and it actually makes me cringe reading it. Thank you for the constant support] Lydia , her mother and her sister Allison moved into the estate when they were y...
