empheral ; stilinski

late night bites

I was laying on my bed, book in hands when I heard a loud thump. I put the book down and looked up.

Nothing.

I pulled the novel up to my face again. As I continued reading I heard rustling coming from outside. I put my book down, picked up my softball bat, and walked outside. Thank God for my mom enrolling me in softball 3 years ago. I stealthily tip-toed onto the porch. A floorboard creaked, and I twisted back, swinging the bat.

"Ow! Em, stop!" a familiar voice called out. I stopped swinging and looked ahead to find my brother.

"Scott, you scared the hell out of me," I bark, lowering the bat.

"Why are you out here?" he asked me. I looked down to see a bat in Scott's hands as well.

"I heard a noise and thought it was a bear or something."

Suddenly, there was a bump sound that came from our roof. We both jumped and looked toward the sound. I walked closer to the edge of the porch and raised my bat again.

A body slid down the roof and I screamed, jumping back (with the bat still raised.) The body started to yell as well as Scott. Eventually, the screaming died down and I realized it was Stiles.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" I yelled, dropping the bat to the floor.

"You guys weren't answering your phones. Why do you have a bat?" Stiles questioned, still upside down.

"I thought you were a predator," I shrug.

"A predator? I-uh-ugh. Look, I know it's late, but you got to hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called- they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even state police," Stiles says. Only Stiles could be excited about his dad's job.

"For what?" I ask.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods," Stiles replies and jumps off the roof, landing on the lawn.

"A dead body?" Scott asks.

"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body," Stiles mutters, climbing onto the porch.

"You mean like, murdered?" I ask.

Stiles puts his hands on his hips. "No body knows yet. Just that it's a girl, probably in her twenties."

"And this is supposed to excite me how exactly? Cause dead bodies are just plain creepy. Besides, if the joggers found the body then what is your dad looking for?" I question, folding my arms.

"That's the best part. They only found half," Stiles says. I stared at him with my brows furrowed.

"So are you coming or not?" He stuck out his bottom lip out and widened his eyes. Oh god, the puppy dog look, I crack every time. I groaned, looking anywhere but his face.

"Stiles-"

"Please?"

"But I-"Stiles came closer to me. He stuck out his lip further. "Please?"

"Stiles I really have to-" He came closer, now inches away from my face so I could feel him breathing. Once again, he stuck his bottom lip out further and opened his eyes wide. I had nowhere else to look, considering his face with like two inches away from mine.

"Please?" That's when I cracked. "Okay, okay. I'll go. Let me go get my shoes on." I complained. Stiles immediately broke out into a grin, and backed away from my face. Scott shook his head with a chuckle at our ADHD friend. I rolled my eyes and followed them into Stiles's Jeep.

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And that's how I ended up looking for half a dead body on the last night of summer. I tried my best not to trip, as twigs crunched underneath my vans. Why did Stiles only think of bringing one flashlight? I can't see two feet in front of me. It was slightly cold out, so I wrapped my arms around my stomach. Only I would be the stupid one to wear shorts and a crop top to go body hunting. God, I think these two losers and I are the only ones to actually go body hunting.