Stiles pov:
We left immediately, taking Emory's beat up looks as a bad enough sign. The car ride back to Lydia's was...interesting to say the least. Lydia volunteered to drive and Allison quickly called shotgun. I sat in the middle of the back, Scott to my left with Emory leaning into my right side, my arm protectively wrapped around her body.
I didn't ask any questions. Not yet at least. Just taking in her current appearance. Her hair was dull and less vibrant than it used to be, the same color as Lydia's but I just assumed it was because she was covered in dirt. Skin softly tinted pink, eyes closed, and her lips moving up and down slightly as she stays half asleep. The dress was one she had worn often, having the servants wash it every night with the regular load so she could wear it again in the morning.
"You ever stop wearing that retched thing?" I bite into an apple, pointing to the dress while watching in amusement as Emory dances around the fountain where we always met.
"It's my favorite." She says wistfully and I laugh as she twirls. With a giggle she sits next to me on the stone edge of the fountain.
"I can tell. You had it on yesterday and the day before and the day be-HEY!" Emory interrupts me by grabbing the apple from my hand and taking a bite from it before handing it back.
"You should learn to deal with it sweetcheeks." She smirks.
"Don't call me that." I elbow her in the side and she slaps me upside the head.
"Well...if you're going to be that way." I quickly grab her, throwing myself backwards, towards the fountain, and we both land in the water, Emory letting out a shriek. We both splash around a bit, passing by villagers either giving us strange looks or loving ones.
"Sti, it's cold." She shivers. With a quick "oh", I stand and pick Emory up, bridal style, making her laugh as I step out of the water.
"Sorry. My mom might have some dry clothes." I say setting her down and she wrings out her hair.
"Race you!" She shouts before taking off and I laugh, following after her.
"Stiles."
I hadn't even realized I had fallen asleep until I opened my eyes to find Scott shaking me awake. He nods his head in a gesture that we were here and we needed to get out. I crawl out before reaching back in and grabbing Emory bridal style, following Scott and carrying her to the house.
"The girls are gonna clean her up and we'll give her some food, let her sleep. Talk to her in the morning." Scott explains, opening the front door and I go upstairs. From inside the bathroom connected to Lydia's room, I can already hear the water running so I gently set Emory down on the bed for a moment.
"Emory. Emory, come on." I shake her slightly and she takes in a large breath as she begins to wake up. "Lydia and Allison are going to help you, alright? Then you can sleep again." She nods tiredly.
"Hold on to this." She mumbles, slipping something off her finger and putting it in my hand just as Allison emerges from the bathroom.
She introduces herself before helping Emory up and guiding her into the bathroom. With a sigh, I turn and sit around on the bed, examining the small ring in my hand.
"EMORY!" I shout, pushing through the crowded town square as I make my way to the fountain where she sat.
"Scuse me, sorry, Prince coming throughhhhh!" I stumble a little, cursing under my breath before quickly standing.
"You're late." Emory smirks, watching my breathless appearance in amusement and I roll my eyes, sitting next to her.
"I know. But for good reason." I smile. She looks at me suspiciously and I grab her hand. "Stay." I say and her suspicion turns to confusion.
"The other day you told me you hated your father. Told me about all the horrible things he'd done to you and that's when I knew you completely trusted me. And I don't want you to go back to that. So," I reach into my pocket, slipping the ring onto her left hand and she immediately lights up. "stay."
She lets out a squeal of excitement, throwing herself on my in a big bear hug and I chuckle.
The ring was fairly simple, the base silver with swirled designs and a bright green emerald in the middle to match her eyes. I twist the small jewelry around in my fingers, staring aimlessly at the ground as the memory plays in my head like a movie.
"Hey." Scott's voice interrupts my thoughts and I looked up to him. With a sigh, he sinks down next to me on the bed, looking at my hands.
"What's that?" He points and I hold the ring up to eyesight.
"This is the ring I proposed to Emory with. She still had it." I explain. Scott sucks in air through his teeth.
"You screwed up." He winces, referring to the fact that I was leaning more towards Emory.
"Lydia's upset?" I ask.
"Little bit. I can smell a tinge of jealousy though." He pauses. "You proposed at seventeen?"
"Things were different back then. My mom was married at thirteen."
Scott nods and the room falls silent.
The bathroom door swings open and all three girls emerge, my eyes immediately attaching to Emory.
"They look way too much alike." Allison complains, sitting next to Scott on the bed. She was right. Both girls had the fiery hair and vibrant green eyes, fair skin and womanly curves. The only real difference was the slightly different structure of Emory's face and the fact that she had waist length hair.
"Finally got rid of that dress. I suppose that makes you happy." Emory steps forward offering me her left hand and I chuckle, slipping her ring back on her finger. Out of habit, I glance over at Lydia and she's folded her hands together staring at the ground.
"You okay?" Emory asks, my eyes still on Lydia.
"Uh...yeah. Did you want to sleep or something?" I say, looking up at her.
She shakes her head. "Okay. Then we're gonna have to ask you a few things."
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Authors note:
So the point of this chapter was basically to show you just a little bit of history between Stiles and Emory. Even though it was only just two flashbacks.
I know you're probably thinking "wtf is Emory doing here" but trust me she has a purpose.
Another thing is yes, I know that the way they talk or how Emory is perfectly aware of cars and crap isn't exactly like "timeline" correct but if I made it to where she didn't know about modern crap then she'd just be there to ask stupid questions.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
