Pitty Party

2.

"Honestly!" Stiles complained to Scott as the two walked down the empty halls of Beacon Hills High School. Most students had gone home and they stayed after to retake a few tests. "Out of all the other fricken people in that classroom he has to pair me with Theo! God, I hate Theo!" He continued.

Scott just strolled along and continued to snicker about every single God awful comment Stiles had spit out about Theo. "Come on, Stiles. How bad could it really be?" He asked curiously, scratching the back of his neck.

Stiles stopped dead in his tracks and glared at Scott. "Have you forgotten about the part of the story where Theo tries to kill you and succeeds?" He practically screams and his jaws drops when out of the corner of his eye he sees someone expected, yet unexpected. "Theo," Stiles breathes, and Scott turns around to see the golden brown haired, slightly shorter, muscular teen standing there looking mortified.

"I- I was just gonna ask Stiles if he wanted to work on our project in the library, but I see you two are busy working on other things," he stuttered, turning back around to walk away.

"No, Theo," Stiles said, regretting the words the moment they fell from his mouth. "Scott and I were finished talking. I can work with you now, if you want."

Theo smiled. "I'd like that."

"Okay, well I guess I'll see ya later then," Scott said goodbye and walked off, a smile on his face.

The two headed to the library and Theo led Stiles to his usual seat in the back, behind a few bookcases. Stiles pulled out all of his books and took a seat, beginning to plan out the project. Theo, on the other hand, began to search bookcases for history books they could use to find a topic. As he searched through the shelves he found the area with all of the seniors signatures. He could point out Stiles' signature from a mile away; M"S"S, the signature read. Next to Stiles was his own; TR. Stiles had much better writing than he himself had and that was another thing Theo admired about Stiles. Theo picked up a much smaller book and looked at the title, The Dread Doctors. Theo quickly dropped the book after feeling a flood of memories come back to him.

"Hey, you back here?" He heard Stiles call and quickly picked up the book, shoving it into his own bag.

"Yeah, I'm just looking for a book," Theo answered casually and Stiles nodded understandingly. The two had worked for a few hours until they both agreed on going home. The two were walking out of the building when Theo remembered something. "Would you mind giving me a ride home?" He asked awkwardly.

"Why? You could just call the dread doctors to come and pick you up. Wait, what kind of car do they have anyway? A hearse?" Stiles responded bitterly. Theo looked at him with the puppy eyes that could make even a man with the coldest heart melt into a puddle. "Sorry, that was probably a bit too harsh. I'll give you a ride."

They got into Stiles jeep and drove. Theo directed him to the laboratory. "Here we are," Theo said, Stiles raising an eyebrow at him. "What? Its not that bad," he admitted.

"If its not that bad, then I want to see," he directed.

"No way."

"Why not?" Stiles pouted.

"Because I said so," Theo continued with the same bland tone, getting out of the jeep and grabbing his bag and library books from the back.

"Theodore," Stiles said sternly.

"Mieczyslaw," Theo copied his tone.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Theo, please," He begged, his voice not whiny but more soft and hushed.

Theo also rolled his eyes and let out a large sigh. "The dread doctors aren't in their lab right now, which means that they're looking for another subject, so hurry up!" He urged ad Stiles smiled celebratory. Theo and Stiles crept inside of the old, well hidden building and Theo set his keys down on the on the metal table that was covered in black, dried up blood. "Home sweet home," he commented, heading into another room, Stiles following. Theo opened the door to reveal a well lit room with a bed, nightstand, dresser, mirror, desk, and bookcase. On the walls were posters, a dry erase board hanging up, and chalkboard Stickers.

"This looks too normal," Stiles remarked and Theo turned around.

"I'm and seventeen year old kid, I'm not a monster, Stiles," he chuckled. "Besides, what did you expect? Chains and dead bodies?"

Stiles didn't answer that. "I don't understand. Do the dread doctors take care of you like parents?"

"Yeah. The Surgeon's sorta like my dad, I guess. He's the leader and the one who calls the shots and works the most. The Geneticist, who's in fact female, is like my mother. She's the one who takes care of me. You know, makes sure I'm well fed, tells me to do my homework, and makes sure my grades are good. Then the Pathologist is like my older brother. He teaches me how to fight, gives me good advice, and kills anyone who has ever tried to hurt me," Theo explains.

"Great, so there's basically the protector, provider, and caregiver?" Stiles tried to sum it all up.

"Yup, and the protector, provider, and caregiver are back!" Theo panicked.

SECOND CHAPTER IS A SUCCESS! I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME A LITTLE WHILE TO WRITE SINCE I'M CURRENTLY GROUNDED AND ITS MUCH HARDER TO WRITE ON A COMPUTER THAN IT IS A PHONE FOR ME. HOPEFULLY YOU ALL ENJOYED AND CAN HARDLY WAIT FOR ANOTHER CHAPTER! I'M HONESTLY SO HAPPY I STARTED WRITING, ITS TAKEN SO MUCH STRESS OFF OF ME AND HAS ALLOWED ME TO FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING THATS BEEN GOING ON IN MY LIFE LATELY! YOURS, VOIDSTEO.