Dear Juliet | S. Stilinski (editing)

Creatures of the night

Dear Juliet, Senior year huh? We made it! I hope when senior year is over, we will live together and start our future. Can you imagine it? You a doctor, me in the FBI.

Juliet sat on the hood of Stiles' jeep, watching him circle colleges around the map. Scott, in front of them, watching the moon. Stiles kept talking about where we were going to live once we move out and start going to college.

"All right, so I found some cool two bedrooms in the Mission District, but they're pretty expensive. A couple in Haight and Ashbury. Also expensive." Stiles sighs, Juliet starts playing with his hair. She runs her fingers through his hair, making him lose his words. He falls for her touch, makes him swoon every time.

"What about Berkeley?" Juliet brings up. "Don't a lot of students live around there?" She already had some colleges in mind. Even though the mailbox was full what felt like almost every college, university you can think of. Some far, some close. Thing was, does Juliet want to spend all of her life here in Beacon Hills?

"Yeah, yeah, we could try Nob Hill. But, the Jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches." Both of the McCall twins faced Stiles.

"You're bringing the Jeep?" Scotts face frowns.

"You know the plan, okay. No one gets left behind." Stiles waves his hands. "That's the plan. Lydia's not gonna have a problem getting into Stanford. Juliet is getting scholarships from every universities left and right. Kira's thinking USF. Malia's, uh, gonna, you know, she'll figure something out, okay. The plan's perfect." He goes back to the map.

"Or we could also wait until we actually get into college and then figure out where to live." Scott tells him again.

"I have a vision, dude. Okay?" Stiles stops, looks at him. "And it is a beautiful vision. Don't ruin the vision."

"Yeah, don't mess with the vision." Juliet nods, placing a kiss on Stiles' lips. He closes his eyes, hums from the sweet lips on his.

"Okay, we can check out the East Bay. Haven't looked at Oakland yet, you know." Scott starts to not listen. Not in a rude way, he just kept staring at the full moon. "You're all right? You're starting to feel it?" Two look at Scott.

"No. Just thinking." Scott chuckles.

"About what?" Juliet questions.

"Senior year." The last year. It did scare Juliet. The thought of leaving Beacon Hills made her sad, but she was ready to graduate, to go somewhere new.

"Senior year, come on, that's, that's..." Stiles slaps his back. "That's nothing. That's going to be easy."

"It's more like something Deaton told me once. You ever hear of regression to the mean?"

"No, I don't think so." They shook their heads.

"It was his way of saying that life can't ever be all bad or all good. You know, eventually things have to come back to the middle. So, think about the last few months. Things have been good, right? But not amazing." But it did feel like they had a normal life so far. It almost seems perfect. Too perfect.

"Yeah, but no one's tried to kill us in six months either." Which was true. They needed that break. That was another thing why Juliet wanted to leave Beacon Hills. She did not want to spend her time living here and fighting off new threats. She was done.

"Right. We've been pretty much in the middle for a while. Which means, at some point, the scale has to tip one way or the other. Things are gonna get really good again... "

"Or really bad." They all stayed quiet for a bit as the thunder started. "Think it's been long enough?" Juliet squinted as she looked at Scott.

"Yes!" Liam shouts. He was chained to a tree the whole time. It was better safe than say sorry.