Bonus chapters of the Nevah Vis series.
Book 1- Confluent [completed]
Book 2 - Imperable [completed]
Book 3 - Torrent [completed]
Cover creds to @-beIIamybIake
WARNING: SPOLIERS THIS IS A CROSSOVER FROM DITHER (MY OTHER TEEN WOLF STORY) IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT, JUST BE WARNED THAT IT WILL TALK ABOUT SOME OF THE THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED OR WILL HAPPEN IN THE STORY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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"Please!?" Stiles whined, dramatically flinging himself onto his bed.
"No." I sternly told him, crossing my arms.
"Aw, c'mon Nev, please?" Stiles begged, flipping onto his stomach.
"Stiles, we literally just finished making out." I chuckled, shaking my head. He pouted. "Besides, I'm hungry."
"So? You can eat after we make out...again."
"Stiles." I rolled my eyes. I swear sometimes, I'm dating a kid. "I'm gonna go down stairs and grab something to eat. Do you want anything?"
"Beside making out?" I groaned at his answer and started to head out of his bedroom. Stiles chuckled. "I'm playing, Nev. Some popcorn would be cool. Oh! And a can of Coke please!"
"Alright." I sighed. "You better set up a movie then!"
"Will do!" Stiles called out as I made my way down the stairs. Skipping my way into the kitchen, I went straight to the cupboard that hid the popcorn. Since Stiles is such a health nut and tries to feed his father healthy food, he hides any form of the junk food around the house. The popcorn just happened to be placed in the Kix cereal box (which Noah loathes).
Humming a small tune, I opened the cupboard and grabbed the cereal box. Unfolding the top, I took out a package of popcorn. Closing the lid, I set it back into the cupboard and closed small door. I walked towards the microwave and pushed the button to open it. Unwrapping the package, I placed it into the microwave. Shutting the door, I pushed the button that read popcorn. Leaning against the counter, I tapped my foot impatiently.
DING DONG!
"Nev! Can you get that for me please!? It's Scott!" Stiles yelled from his room.
"Why can't you!?" I screamed back.
"Restroom!"
"I hate you." I groaned out, stomping towards the front door. With a sigh, I swung open the door without looking to see who it was. "Scott, your best friend is-you're not Scott."
"Uh, hi." The girl nervously smiled and waved. I noticed that she was fiddling with a dog leash. Her dog, a golden retriever, walked towards me and sniffed my leg. He was wearing a service vest. "Clint! You can't do that. Sorry, about him. I don't know why he does that. He rarely does that actually."
"It's fine. Can I help you?" I perked an eyebrow at the girl's rambling. She tugged back at Clint's leash.
"Yeah, yes, uh. Please? Does Stiles Stilinski still live here?" The girl asked.
