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Chapter Three: #Falling4U

(A wet Stiles with a baseball bat may be great, but it's not as great as when it's just a wet Dylan O'Brien with a baseball bat. Now all he needs it to take his shirt off, and life would be gucchi 😍😘👌. As for the music video.... Haha yeah. It works.)

Chapter Three: #Falling4U

Okay, so listen (and by listen I mean read this slowly).

Stacy was not the smartest person alive, and she knew that. She was smart, sure, but not as smart as someone like Stephen Hawking or Marie Currie, you know?

They were both geniuses.

Stacy was anything but a genius.

Maybe that's why Stacy had thought that this would be a good idea.

She looked down from her current location. She was so glad that it was Monday and she had worn her Adidas. Otherwise she wouldn't have been able to climb this large, fifty foot oak tree in her backyard.

What could she say? She was a strong, physically fit gal. She used to be on the local soccer team when she lived in Germany and she had practiced the art of arm-wrestling with members of the Russian mafia.

Don't ask about how that came to be, or how that ended.

Just know that Stacy had never seen a grown man cry until then.

Anyways, back to the situation at hand; Stacy was  breaking into her own house.

Stacy was sitting on one of the highest branches of the oak tree, reaching for her window. She was so close! Her arm was short of the screen by not even two inches!

Damn her hecking short genes! She had to get her window open so she could start getting ready for school! If she couldn't do this, then she'd have to wait another hour before her mom would get up, and Stacy would have to face her mom's confusion, awkward questions, and most of all, Stacy's own embarassment of the situation.

She did not need to go through that today of all days. Stacy kept trying to reach the window, but she was still unsuccessful at her attempts. She sighed angrily.

This was it! She wasn't going to be able to open the window. She wouldn't be ready in time to make an impression on her first day at a normal, American high school.

Her life was over, and it hadn't even started yet! She had no other options! At least none that were any good...

The only other option Stacy thought of was to go confront pretty running boy and ask for his help. He seemed tall enough and had longish looking arms, but if she asked him then that would probably lead to an awkward conversation she did not want to have at this hour of the morning with someone as cute as he was.

So, she was basically screwed unless she could open the window by herself without being caught.

She just had to reach a little bit closer. That's all. She could do it; she had faith in herself.

She was reaching again. Almost there, and... she did it! She had a hold of her window! Now all she had to do was slowly, carefully stand up and-

Stacy slipped as she started standing up. She couldn't keep her balance as something forcefully moved the branch, making her become off balance.