Dear Juliet | S. Stilinski (editing)

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Stiles had a bad dream and he saw the nematon. He woke up, gasping. He sat up and rubbed his face.

"You okay? Stiles?" He felt two hands rubbing his arm.

"Yeah, I was just dreaming. It was weird. It was like a dream within a dream." He turns to see Juliet, sharing the same bed.

"A nightmare?" Juliet asked him. He looked at her, she's not supposed to be here. As he looked at her, she smiled.

"Yeah. Wait a second, Juliet. What are you doing here?" Just as he said that, the door creaked open. "Hang on." He got up but Juliet hold him back.

"Stiles, where are you going?"

"I'm just gonna close the door." He kept looking at the door.

"Just go back to sleep."she shook her head.

"No, no, I should close it."

"Don't worry about it." She whispered.

"What if someone comes in?" He got up and walked towards the door.

"Like who? Just go back to sleep, Stiles."

"No. But what if they get in?" He whispered as he got closer.

"What if who gets in? Stiles, just leave it. Please. Stiles. Stiles, come back to bed. Stiles. Please. Don't, Stiles. Don't! Don't go in there, please, don't. Please, Stiles, don't!" She yelled over and over. As He opened the door, she stop. He walk in to see the nematon again. Lights came up and he blocked it.

"It's a dream. This is just a dream. It's just a dream, get it out of your head, Stiles. You're dreaming. All right? So, wake up, Stiles. Wake up, Stiles. Wake up!" He hit his head and started to yell and his dad came running in to calm him down.

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Scott overheard Juliet telling Demetri to wait for her so she can change. He opened the door to go to school and he sees Demetri about to knock on the door. Over the summer, Demetri kissed Juliet and that went to something else but it was stopped by him as he saw them almost having sex on the couch. It was a short fling, that quickly ended when they agreed to never talk about it ever again.

"Hey." He said as he cleared his throat.

"Oh. Hey."

"Um, are you going to school?" He pointed at his backpack.

"Yeah."

"Okay, me too." He lifted his up to show his backpack.

"Good."

"Can I can I ask you a question?" His heartbeat was going fast.

"Okay." Scott crossed his arms.

"Are you angry at me?" He asked him. Ever since that Juliet and Demetri made out, the way Scott made a deadly look at him, he's been scared of him ever since.

"No."

"Are you sure?" He questioned him again.

"No."

"What's that mean?" He shook his head.

"I guess I'm not really sure how I'm feeling."

"Okay. Do you hate me?" Scott laughed.

"No, of course not." Okay, maybe a little.

"Do you want to hit me?"

"No."

"I think you should hit me." He sighed. "Right here." Demitri pointed at his eye.

"I don't want to hit you." Scott told him.