What Is Reality? (Sciles/ O'Brosey) (Shiz Version)

Chapter 6

Stiles' POV

9:54 A.M

I woke up the next morning feeling a bit better than I was feeling yesterday. I'm actually able to take my crutches and hop around a little,Which is really good cause my body is craving coffee. Some Starbucks would really be good right about now but looks like I'm going to have to have some hotel coffee instead. It's in the living room area of the penthouse so I wobbly made my way out the room and to the kitchen area. I got in there and got all then stuff I needed except sugar. There was just no sign of it anywhere. It's almost as if it vanished into thin air.

"What the hell? Where are you, you little shit." I gritted, searching all around.

"Hey Dylan, How you holding up?" I turned around to see a shirtless Sco- Tyler walk out. Holy hell is that hot, that's not my Scott so there is no jumping all over that. Plus, being called Dylan is going to get old real fast. Like, really, really fast.

"I'm doing good but I'm trying to find sugar for coffee, you see it anywhere?" He looked around for a bit before laughing a bit. He dropped the towel down, walked over to the kitchen, and pulled sugar off of the top shelf. Tyler handed it to me then walked off, or tried to walk off. He ended up tripping over my left crutch, knocking me over. Right before I hit the floor he quickly turned and grabbed me. If I didn't know any better I would say that he just used super speed.

"Are you okay Dylan?" I nodded slowly but suddenly got light headed, that's when the freaky shit started happening again. I started seeing something I wasn't suppose to.

I saw Tyler with red glowing eyes, fangs, and all the other werewolf features growling at some man.

"Tyler, you're a actual..." The man asked

"Yes Jeff, I am. I don't know or remember how, but I am."

I snapped out of my train of thought and gasped. He looked at me with a daze and gaping expression.

"Y-you're a-" He nodded.

"Werewolf? Yes And you're not Dylan." I nodded.

"I'm Stiles Stilinski, the real one, not a fake one." He picked me up and over to the couch, sitting me on the right with himself on the left.

"You need to help me and I need to help you so we are going to have watch all of the Teen Wolf episodes again. I am so freaked out right now but that can wait. We need to solve this before I have a panic attack." Dylan quickly connected his laptop to the tv. "I have been this for a week now and I am so scared. I need to find answers." He tried to play the first episode but I stopped him with my hand over his typing fingers. He looked to me with a blank face.

"We don't need to watch these episodes. I can help you without the show. Anything from that show I can tell you but ten times better." Tyler's blank face we happy and his hands closed the laptop.

"Okay, where do we start?"