BADLANDS

;take me home

I follow Stiles to his car. I can't believe I'm doing this right now. I hardly know this guy.

He stops in front of a blue jeep.

"Yours?" I ask. A blue jeep doesn't really fit his style.

"Nope we are stealing it." He says. I can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not, so I stand outside the door and look at him. "No we aren't stealing it, get in the car." He says and he hops in. I follow.

"Alright now it's time to see if she'll even start." He says, turning the key. The engine attempts to spurt life for about a minute before actually starting.

"Why don't you get that fixed?" I wonder, immediately regretting asking when I see the dark expression go over his face. He doesn't say anything. Slightly embarrassed by him yet again tonight, I sink down in my seat a little bit and start to fiddle with my thumbs.

I look over at Stiles and he looks really deep in thought. I really what happened between him and Scott. By what I saw of it, they were best friends but Scott abandoned him. Scott doesn't seem the type to abandon a friend like that unless they did something really wrong. Maybe Stiles did something wrong that set him down a bad path. I can't see this Stiles being friends with Scott, but maybe he hasn't always been this Stiles.

"Maybe what?" He asks, looking over at me. Oh god, of course I said that out loud.

"Maybe nothing." I say and look out the window. Why do I keep embarrassing myself around him?

"Okay... So where am I taking you?"

"Oh if you take a left up the-" I'm interrupted by the engine cutting off and smoke going up in the front. Stiles pulls over by a streetlight.

"God fucking damnit." Stiles curses and reaches in the back for tape. He hops out of the car and throws up the top, making him no longer visible to me. I hear him groan. I don't have much knowledge of cars but I do know somebody that does.

I hop out of the car and walk around to the front to see his white shirt already covered in grease. He looks at me angrily, "I highly doubt you know how to fix cars and you're probably just out here to annoy me, so get back in."

"Actually I'm out here to help you. I can call my brother, he knows how to fix cars."

"I got it."

"I'll call him."

"No, I said I got it!" He hits the front and a bead of sweat drips from his forehead. It is pretty hot out tonight.

"I'll call him." I say one last time and get back in the car. I dial Cameron's number in and press call. Almost immediately he picks up.

"Sup?" He asks through the phone, I hear music in the background, and I thought I maybe heard a female voice.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm doing nothing. What's up Cam?"

"Who's with you?"

"It's just this girl, Camila, what is up? Why are you calling me so late? Where are you?" A girl! That's why he was so disappointed to see Lydia at the door, he was waiting for his lady friend. My heart feels happy for my brother, when I realize that there are other issues.

"Well my uh....my friend's jeep broke down on the side of the road and we are sort of stranded so if you could... I mean if you're not too busy in your busin-"

"Camila."

"Corner of West Street and Beacons Hills Boulevard."

"On my way." He says annoyed and hangs up the phone. I'm so happy he is with a girl right now. He hasn't seen anybody since his last girlfriend who put him through such grief when our parents died. She told him he was spending too much time feeling sorry for himself and not enough time with her. I ended that relationship for him. I never understood how somebody could be so selfish and ignorant that they could possibly think somebody won't mourn after their parents die. He did take an entire summer to do it, but time heals all wounds.

A knock on the passenger seat window, jolts me out of thought. I open the door to Stiles who's entire shirt is covered in grease.

"I have another shirt in the back, hand it to me please." He says. I reach into the back seat and find a blue flannel shirt. I grab it and turn around to a shirtless Stiles. My eyes widen as I stare at his abs. I quickly fix my gaze up to his face. He notices, of course, and smirks. "Shirt me." He holds out his hands. I throw him the shirt and he catches it. He slides the shirt on and fiddles with the top button but he can't get it with the grease on his hands. He looks up at me with a helpless face.

"Come here." I grab his shirt and begin to button it from the bottom, I'm almost to the top when a car pulls up behind us. I quickly button the top button and push him away, not wanting Cameron to see him so close to me.

I take a second to admire Stiles' appearance. He looks so much more innocent with a blue flannel on, than a leather jacket and stained white t-shirt.

Cameron exits his car with a pretty girl with long brown hair following him. Stiles catches a glimpse of her and his entire face goes pale and his body goes stiff. Bad ex-girlfriend maybe?

"Hey man. Cameron." Cameron shakes Stiles' hand, but Stiles still isn't quite all there.

"Stiles." He says, tearing his gaze from the girl.

"So what's up with your car?" Cameron and Stiles walk to the front of the jeep and begin talking about the car. The girl walks over to me.

"He said you guys were twins but I didn't expect you guys to look this much alike." The girl says walking over me.

"Yeah." I say, still thinking about the way Stiles looked at her. I figure I should just ask her. "You know Stiles?"

"I mean I know who he is. We've never actually talked or anything." She says, shrugging. That's weird. I change the subject and we talk about my brother for a little bit when finally the engine roars back to life. The boys walk over and Stiles avoids looking at the girl as much as he can still.

"Alright well it's about time I take you home huh?" Cameron turns to the girl. She smiles and nods. "Well I'll see you back at home Cam. Nice to meet you Stiles. Oh and I totally forgot to introduce her, my bad. This is Tracy Stewart." Cameron smiles.