Howlin' For You •Liam Dunbar•

9. I'll Call Stilinski

Isabelle stood over Liam as he examined his new car, well, he considered it new, anyways. It had been months since the two had gotten back together and everyone believed they were stronger than ever, being nearly inseparable. It had been one of their many date nights that almost always went wrong.

Isabelle looked at her boyfriend as he turned his head to look behind him. "What?" she asked, crossing her arms as she watched him. Liam shook his head and licked his lips before replying.

"Nothing," He spoke before standing up.

"We should've taken my car. Like I said," Isabelle smirked playfully as her boyfriend. "Several times," she added.

"It's a new car," Liam tried to justify.

"No, it was a new car to someone," Isabelle shook her head and looked at the boy as he walked to the trunk.. "About twenty years ago," She mutttered. Liam paused in his tracks and looked at his girlfriend and chuckled mockingly, causing Isabelle to actually chuckle. Liam smiled at her laugh but it was soon replaced by a frown when he couldn't find what he was looking for.

"There's no jack," Liam said. Isabelle smirked as she grabbed the bottom of the car and lifted it up.

"Grab the spare, Pretty Boy," She said as Liam chuckled. He walked to the trunk and returned again. "No spare?" Isabelle asked making Liam shake his head.

"No spare," He replied. Isabelle let out a sigh and placed the car onto the ground. "I know. Worst date ever."

"We've had worse," Isabelle pointed out. "Remember the double date?"
"What about New Year's?"
"Christmas with your parents."
"That time Scott."
"Please don't say it," Isabelle chuckled at the thought of their awkward dates. Liam chuckled at the girl, planting his hand on her cheek.

"Actually, this could be out best date yet," Liam said.

"Hm, nope, that's false," Isabelle replied.

"Oh yeah?" Liam questioned.

"Our best date was our first date, obviously," Isabelle smiled as Liam walked closer to her and leaned in to kiss her. After a moment they broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other's. Isabelle turned her head and looked up at the sky before breaking away from Liam and looking at an approaching car. "Maybe they've got a spare," Isabelle said, raising her hand slightly. The car passed by the couple and bumped into a wooden fence.

Liam walked closer, Isabelle following his lead as Liam inspected the car, the windshield was broken. Liam looked into the car and shot his girlfriend a questioning look that she returned. Liam opened the door and looked inside, the passenger side door was broken off. Liam let out a sigh and turned the keys, making the engine stop.

"Oh, hey!" Liam exclaimed as a boy in the backseat ran out of the car, bumping into Isabelle.

"Don't let them take me!" the boy exclaimed. "Don't let them take me too."

"I'll call Stilinski," Isabelle said.

"Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?" Stiles asked Malia as they walked back to the table where Scott and Lydia sat.

"Maybe because you haven't signed up for your own photo yet?" Malia replied.

"Yes, I did," Stiles said, reaching into his pocket. He handed Malia the crumpled paper.

"It's blank," Malia said.
"Uh."
"Or maybe you're sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones," Scott spoke, turning to his best friend. The two girls and Stiles turned and looked at the Alpha. "Psych paper," Scott replied to their questioning looks.