Moon child ▪ Stiles Stilinski [book one]

Lunatic

*Maggie's POV*

After Allison "broke up" with Scott, Stiles thought it would be a great idea to distract Scott from his lovesickness. Which means in Stiles world... to get him drunk... We were somewhere at the woods and it was already dark but I saw a little wooden house.

"Where are we going?" Scott asked.

"You'll see." Stiles answered.

"Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from ehat happened at the school." Scott told us, as we walked through the woods.

"Well your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me." Stiles said.

"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott asked.

"Yeah and could you tell me why I'm here?!" I asked, not really knowing why it was necessary that I'm here, I'm not gonna drink anyway.

"When your best friend gets dumped..." Stiles started but Scott quickly interrupted him. "I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break." he said, sounding a little bit sad now.

"All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they are taking a break..." Stiles held up a bottle of Jack. "You get your best friend drunk." he finished and smiled wide. He then looked at me. "Well... you are here... because..." he said but stopped and looked at Scott. "I- we just... just wanted you here." He then said. And Scott muttered something but I couldn't understand what it was.

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I don't know how long we were here but Stiles was already wasted, he drank most of the alcohol on his own. Scott drank some aswell but he was still sober and like I said I didn't even took one sip. I just don't like alcohol, that much.
I was sitting with Scott on small rock. And Stiles was lying on the ground.

"Dude, you know, she's just one... One girl. You know, there are so many..." Stiles started to talk again. "There are so many other girls in the sea." he explained.

"Fish in the sea." Scott corrected him and I giggled.

"Fish?" Stiles said confused. "Why you talking about fish?" he asked. "I'm talking about girls." he started and exhaled. "I love girls. I love them. I love... Especially ones with dark chocolate brown hair, green eyes, 5'2..." he told us. And I was confused because that sounded like me and I blushed. But that can't be me.

"Like Maggie?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, exactly." Stiles muttered. Scott looked at me and smirked and I blushed even harder.

"Hey, how did you know I was talking about... About... What was I talking about?" Stiles asked, giggling.

"Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink." Stiles said and got up a little bit, so he was sitting.

"I don't want any more." Scott told him.