visions collide ( stiles stilinski. )

four | on the roof

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"SO YOU'RE ON the lacrosse team and that's what Beacon Hills is all about - basically?" I questioned, carrying in the last box of stuff and placing them on the bed in my new room.

"Yeah, basically." He chuckled, looking over at the records in the far corner of the room. I quickly maneuvered my way towards them and pulled out my favorite one by far. It wasn't a record for a specific band or singer, but one that had all types of different alternative songs.

"You wanna hear one?" I pulled the record out and he nodded his head. Giving me the reaction of pushing the button and it playing. It had taken a few minutes before Scott gave his input and seemed to have liked the first song. Although, I was curious about the bite on the side of his body that I had seen in my dream. So far, they weren't wrong and the brunette is absolutely living and breathing. I haven't seen the second one with the buzzcut yet, but Scott had talked about him enough that I know it's him.

It had still given me goosebumps that I was having some sort of vision about these two boys. In fact, I couldn't understand why me of all people had been having visions about them. Especially since I hadn't known the two of them, surprisingly. It had shocked me that after the few visits here I had never seen the two of them in my life.

"Hanna?" Scott questioned, breaking my train of thought as I looked over to him.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something." I apologized, unsure whether or not I should mention my visions of the two. My heart and my brain were beating themselves up over it and I couldn't decide what to do.

"It's okay. Do you want me to show you around? I'm not sure if you've already seen the town yet but-" He stopped, kind of unsure what to say but I responded with a nod and he smiled. Soon we were off and I was realizing that I might not be completing this mystery anytime soon.

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"Do you want to go back to my house? It's not too late yet and you only live a few houses down anyways." Scott casually shrugged, looking over to me.

"Yeah, why not." I said and we made our way over to his house. I agree with Scott that it wasn't getting too dark but it was fairly dark already. I hadn't minded though and I'm sure Aunt Kristine wouldn't mind either.

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"This is a really good movie!" I screamed out towards Scott who was in the kitchen, 'cooking.' I had already made myself my own popcorn, which I was pleased with. But he insisted that he could make dinner for the both of us. Although I think someone was bound to ruin that plan, I thought to myself as I heard loud noises outside. "Scott? Do you hear that?" I questioned, getting off the couch and pacing into the kitchen. He tilted his head towards the door and demanded I stay here as he goes to investigate.

"If you think I'm that girl, Scott. You're wrong." I chuckled, slowly moving behind him as he rolled his eyes at me. He then grabbed a bat before opening the door and standing on his front porch. By now it was quite dark outside and I could feel that something was wrong.

He stood there, looking back and forth, then suddenly half a human body dropped down and immediately started screaming as the bad was being almost swung at him. Scott was screaming at the same time and due to it all, so was I. I had hid behind the doorway while peaking over it. This could've been a moment that I saw before but I hadn't really thought it would be.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" Scott screamed, causing me to step out into the doorway further than before. I had noticed that the buzzcut brunette that been dangling from the roof. I was stunned that this would be the first time I've actually met him. So far, it was pretty interesting.

"You weren't answering your phone." He retorted with a look of fear on his face, but he had continued anyways. "I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police." He rambled with excitement, still dangling from the rooftop.

"For what?" Scott questioned with a look of confusion as I stepped onto the porch.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods." He responded, jumping down the front the roof without a problem. My mouth dropped at the words that he said and a sense of excitement and fear rushed through me.

"A dead body?" Scott questioned, earning a roll of my eyes from me and Stiles.

"No, a body of water." He sarcastically retorted, waving his hands as he spoke. "Yes, dumb - ass, a dead body." I chuckled at his sarcasm and found it to be very relieving. I always thought I'd be the only one with a sense of sarcasm anymore.

"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" Scott asked as I stood now next to him. Stiles maneuvered onto the porch, looking at me and then back at him. "W-who is this?" He stuttered, looking over at me as Scott chuckled.

"I'm Hanna," I smiled and allowed him to introduce himself anyways. He looked over at Scott with shock and a hint of being impressed.

"Dangit, Scott," He started looking over to him first. "If you had told me that you had company—especially female—I wouldn't have been on the roof!" He grimaced as I rolled my eyes at the 'especially female' part.

"Anyways, I'm Stiles." He said, quickly putting out his hand for me to shake and I chuckled with an 'i know' response.

"Okay guys, you've met. Now back to this dead body situation." Scott said with a bit of annoyance towards Stiles.

"Oh yeah!" Stiles started, "That's the best part. They only found half." He smirked, insisting that we go.

"Are you kidding? We're actually doing this?" I gulped, looking back and forth between the both of them. Stiles smiled at me while Scott had the same look as me written on his face. Oh no.

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hmm, so she finally met stiles