Allison Argent is new to Beacon Hills. She comes from a normal family, or at least as normal as a family can be when they sell firearms to the law enforcement. Quickly being recruited into the popular crowd of Beacon Hills. Lydia Martin becomes her...
I was sitting with Lydia in her guest room and she was painting her nails.
"How's Stiles?"
"He's great. Scott?"
"He's been having trouble sleeping. He won't tell me what the nightmares are about."
"But he hasn't been over in like three days. You two are usually attached at the hip. Did you two have a fight or something?"
"No, it's just since his nightmares started, he'd wake up with me and he'd be freaking out a little. It's almost like I make the nightmares worse. I'm worried about him."
"I can talk to him if you'd like. See what's going on in that brain of his."
I nod and say "Please. I just wanna help him."
"I'll talk to him at school. I'll tell him that you're worried and that he should talk to you."
"Thanks Lyds. I'm probably just overreacting."
"You love him, you have the right to be worried even if there's no need to."
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That night there was a thunderstorm. Lydia ended up staying at Stiles', not wanting to drive in the bad weather. Aunt Kate was working late and my parents were staying in a hotel near the restaurant they had gone to. I was left alone at home and although it was kinda creepy, staying in my room and watching movies helped. The rain set the perfect mood for a night at home.
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Literally considering how hard it was raining outside. The news advised people to stay home and to avoid going out since the roads would be slippery. I had just finished watching Clueless when there was a knock at my bedroom window. I moved my curtains to see Scott drenched and sitting on my roof, the rain coming down on him.
"Scott you're drenched," I said when I opened the window. "Get inside. You're gonna get sick. Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? Did you drive? Walk? I'm gonna say you walked judging by how you're soaked from head to toe. The streets are all slippery. You could've been hurt."
He had climbed inside and I grabbed towels and a pair of black basketball shorts that he had left from the last time he stayed over.
"Lydia said you were worried and that I should talk to you. I wasn't gonna let a drizzle interfere with that."
"That is not a drizzle Scott. That is a storm. The storm that's left me home all alone because people were advised to stay off the roads and streets. Scott, you could've called me instead of going out in this storm."
