"Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive." - Josephine Hart
We survived Peter and the Kanima. Nothing is going to stop us from doing what's right. Not the power-hungry alpha pack, not the Darach, and most definitely not the psych...
Scott has been in a funk mood ever since Allison came back. Stiles thought it would be a great idea to take us to a party for a girl name Heather. So, we were walking down the street and Scott looked like someone took away his favorite toy.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"What, what do you mean, what?" Scott asked back.
"I mean what, and you know what."
"What what?"
I sighed, "He's talking about the look you're giving."
"I'm not giving a look."
I rolled my eyes, "Yes, you are. You're giving the look."
"What look?"
"The look that says that the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party." Stiles answered.
"It's not that. It just seems weird going to a different high school's party."
"What? Would you..." Stiles groans. "God, one drink, all right? You'll be fine. I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So tonight, no Allison, no Lydia. Tonight, we're moving on."
I raised my eyebrow at him, "Should I leave then?"
He shook his head, "No, you're coming. I want to introduce you to Heather. I think the two of you might hit it off."
"Or are you just saying that to get out of watching another horror film?" I smirked.
Stiles scoffed, "What? N - no. I don't mind watching all that blood and gore. Or those movies that have expected - yet unexpected - pop up scenes."
Scott gave me a confused look, "What movie did you make him watch this time?"
My smirked got wider, "Saw VII and The Crazies."
"Oh." Scott said before he led out a chuckle.
Stiles was glaring at us, "Let's just head inside. Remember...moving on."
Scott smiled, "You're right."
"That's right I'm right."
Scott's smile got wider, "Moving on."
"Onward and upward."
"Let's do this."
Scott and Stiles high-fived each other before bringing it down low and we made our way to the house.
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"That's what I'm talking about. Now look at me."
"Okay." Stiles was adjusting Scott's collar. "How's my breath smell?"
