Deception || s. stilinski [2]

we don't know

"Bea, get your pretty ass up, and let's go!"

A groan leaves the aforementioned redhead's lips as the lights of her bedroom flick on, and she covers her head with a pillow to block it out. Another groan escapes her when the pillow is pulled from her, along with her warm comforter.

"Stiles..." Bea whines, blindly reaching her hands out as she refuses to open her eyes. "Why are you always waking me up in the middle of the night? Give me my pillow and blanket back!"

However, Stiles is relentless, tossing the objects across the room as he kneels next to Bea's head. "Come on, Bea. Get up! It's time to go have some fun!" he exclaims. Finally, she opens her eyes, seeing a blurry figure in front of her, holding out her glasses.

She sighs as she reaches for them, slipping them onto her face. His features become sharper, and she can't help but smile at the overwhelming joy that lights up his eyes. Something she hasn't seen for a while.

"Stiles, it's like, almost midnight on a school night. I want to sleep, not go have fun. Why can't you have fun during the day like a normal person?"

"Oh, come on! Please? It's Mischief Night!"

Bea furrows her eyebrows, leaning up on her elbows as she stares at him with questioning eyes. "What the hell is Mischief Night?" the girl asks, the sleep slowly starting to leave her.

"Every year on the night before Halloween, all the kids go around pulling pranks. It used to be only at night, but over the years, it's always gone over into the day," Stiles explains excitedly.

"And why do I have to go with you?"

"Because you need to experience your first Mischief Night in Beacon Hills! Come on, Bea. Don't be a loser."

"Stiles..." Bea trails off again, her tone that of a child's.

With a sigh, Stiles stands up and grabs Bea's wrist, dragging her out of the bed. Bea groans once more, standing straight and rubbing her eyes. "We're going, and we're meeting Scott there. Now, can you put on more than just a t-shirt? Not that I don't appreciate the view."

Bea looks down at her attire, blushing when she finds she is, in fact, only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of underwear. She looks back to Stiles, her eyes locking on the smirk on his face, and she immediately starts to push him out of the room.

"Oh, shut up, Stilinski," she mutters, pushing him out into the hall .

"Can't I at least get a kiss?" Stiles asks, leaning forward while puckering his lips.

"Hm..." Bea hums, pretending to contemplate the request as she leans toward his lips. Then, her lips curve into a smirk, and she places her hand on the door. "Nope!"

She shuts the door in his face as he starts to protest, locking it before walking over to her closet to change. Bea hears him pounding against it, making her giggle. "You're evil!" he calls through the wood as she puts on some leggings before grabbing her Converse and walking out of her bedroom, seeing Stiles in the same position he was before she shut the door in his face.