My hands shook slightly as I bit the inside of my cheek. Slowly looking up at the worried face of my mother, I gave a small shaky smile. "He must be a charmer then." I said chuckling and slowly taking my hand off the metal end, blood seeping into my white palm as if they was roses on a brand new pale grave.
"Yeah. He is." She said smiling and shaking her head at me. She smiled at the rest of the table and I smirked fiddling with my necklace, trying to calm down. I felt a small hand on my Calf and I glanced down to see Quil's small hand. She mouthed two simple words which I couldn't answer to, 'Are you okay?'.
"Anyways. You ready to order kids?" she said smiling at us all. I zoned out staring at her as Derek ordered all of our food, glancing worriedly at me as I didn't say my own order as I normally fought to say first at the few times we've had breakfast and Talia had asked for what I wanted in the huge selection of breakfast she had for her family. ''Who ever says it first gets it first, and the best tasting one'' A family superstition Talia told me, ever since then it was a off recurrence for me not to.
"What's up?" Derek questioned crossing his arms over the table as if it was a sure use of me giving a explanation. Typical Sourwolf. I raised my sleeves of my hoodie up past my elbow, the slip of my tattoo showing intently. "She's my mom." I said quietly giving a small smile. "She's beautiful." Laura said grinning. "She's tutored me before, she volunteers at the high school." Laura said waving at mom who waved back as sh gave the order to the chef. Derek nodded giving her a small wave also. "She tutored me also. Spanish actually." Derek said blushing. "For a Hispanic you suck at Spanish." Laura said shoving a piece of ice in her mouth as Quil stifled a laugh with her hand.
"Que, Así que no sabes lo que estoy diciendo?" Quil spoke her words in a slight accent. Derek glanced up at her confused slightly, "See?" Derek said nodding sadly. Quil giggled as
I shook my head at her laughing at her choice of words. Our food came fast as did our shakes, it reminded me of the show Riverdale because of the diner and type of shakes.
I chuckled looking around pointing out who would be who in my mind, this is sad that I do stuff like this in my free time. I would probably be Jughead, Derek would be Archie, and Laura would be Veronica, and Quil would be Betty. Then suddenly I thought about the gang back home, suddenly realizing how much I miss them. Messing with the straw I swirled it around as I dipped a curly fries in the dark substance the thoughts surrounding me in a cold reality blanket. Derek acts so similar as to what Scott acts like and it breaks my heart because what if I never get back? What if the nemeton plays a cruel trick?
Derek and Quil was sharing a bowl of curly fries as Quil dipped one in my shake. I smiled at her and put a dot of chocolate on her nose as she squealed, and slapped at my arm. Derek jumped out of his seat shocked and started laughing.
I quickly threw a piece of the shake onto Derek's face with my finger and on Laura's face with the speed of a human, slightly faster maybe.
I shoved a handful of curly fries into my mouth and ducked under the table as Derek attacked me, just a few seconds too late.
Laughter filled my throat as I grabbed my stuff and ran into the arcade area not turning back.
Finally in there I turned around to see them cleaning themselves up, glancing down at my pocket full of money. Games surrounded me and claw machines, time capsule machines and a snack machine. Grinning I went straight to my favorite, the karaoke box, putting in a quarter I clicked search and clicked the best song ever. Sort of.
Something's gotta give. -All Time Low
Glancing back at them I gave a challenging look while I crossed my arms. "Win at Dance Dance and you can pour a chocolate shake on me."
"Dangit" I muttered wiping the chocolate off my hair and shirt.
Glancing in the bathroom mirror I added more water to the napkin, my hair looking longer as it became wet. I blew a piece out of my face annoyed as I hissed in pain as I raised my arm. "What the h@#$!" I hissed out raising my sleeve up higher as I looked at my tattoo. It was glowing white like my eyes do, I felt my eyes change and I groaned annoyed and kicked the faucet.
"Now?! Why now?!" I yelled throwing my backpack across the bathroom. "I'm no where close to finding Allison or protecting the Hale family, if this is some failure sign just send me back!"
"Because I can't do this!" I screamed angrily as a lightbulb burst. I froze and looked at the shards of glass everywhere and the room now dimmed. I muttered a curse or two before rubbing a hand down my face and closed my eyes. "Maybe that was a sign."
My tattoo glowed even brighter and I threw my sleeve down, it still glowing under the fabric. I was wearing my lacrosse hoodie which was pretty thick, which was annoying.
"Woah." I jumped and glanced behind me to see nothing.
"Uh..." I glanced down at the small words again and saw a tiny kid with moles staring wide eyed at me.
"Oh screw me." I groaned out staring at the younger version of me.
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The Past Saving.
Fanfiction"I'm proud of us." <><><><> Stiles Stilinski goes back into the past as a twenty-three year old teenager to prevent Allison Argent's death. He was given only two chances to change these things or else he will be stuck in the past. But instead, along...
