Chapter 5
I sat in the back of a cop car.
Actually the sheriff's car.
Stiles and I were hanging out watching movies and his Dad wanted to get something to eat so we decided to get fast food.
I have been trying to be at home as little as possible because of this new information about Kate. "Mmm. Did they forget my curly fries?" Sheriff inquires.
"You're not suppose to eat fries, especially the curly ones." Stiles replies.
"Well, I'm carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries." Sheriff retorts, while I sit in the back and eat my chicken nuggets and curly fries.
"If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong." The boy with a buzz cut counters.
"You can have some of mine Sheriff." I offer after I take a sip of my milkshake.
"No." Stiles orders.
Sheriff gives him a really look. Stiles chuckles at his very small victory. The radio in the car beeps. "Unit One, do you copy?"
Stiles reaches for the microphone when Sheriff slaps his hand away and clears his throat. "Sorry." Stiles mutters.
"Unit One copy." Sheriff answers while his son starts stuffing his face.
"Stiles you could at least try to eat like a normal person?" I question with a slight eye roll.
"I enjoy the way I eat." Stiles counters.
"But girls don't." I retort.
Before he can respond the dispatch says. "Got a report of a possible 187."
"A murder?" Stiles asks his face still filled with food. Sexy Stiles.
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We drive toward the location the dispatch gave us and when we pull up I see my two favorite people in the world. Stiles looks like a jumpy puppy that wants to get out. Sheriff looks at both of us. "Stay here."
"You got it sir." I say.
Sheriff gets out and starts talking to one of the deputies. "Paul let's get this area locked up."
He shuts the door and Sheriff makes his way over to Jackson who is standing by an ambulance with Lydia inside of it. Jackson starts screaming at Sheriff. Back it down pretty boy or I am going to knock your teeth down your throat. That sounds like fun. I mean come on Sheriff is such a nice guy why does he need to be a jerk to him.
"Oh no way." Stiles mumbles. Stiles gets out. I knock on the window so he can open the door for me. Stiles turns back around and opens the door, I get out and stand next to Stiles we get out to hear what Jackson is yelling. "Since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum wage rent- a- cop like you! Okay, now, wanna go home!" He screams in Sheriff's face but he just stood there and took it.
'"I'm gonna punch him in the face." I say to Stiles.
"Let me get a camera so I can record it." Stiles mutters back, he looks like he is pissed until a stretcher comes out which dissolves his anger.
"Oh, whoa is that a dead body?" Stiles asks.
"Everyone back up. Back up." Sheriff orders shooting Stiles a look. I see movement on the roof and I look up.
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The Other Argent
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