Limerence

Chapter 5

Lyds: Jackson wants to watch Hoosiers. I won't let him. He's an idiot

Carson: Lmao good luck Lyds

I had the chance to go with Stiles to get dinner and bring it to his father and eat with him. I wanted to hang with Cece but she claimed that she had a huge project due. Coincidentally, Scott ran out of the house as Stiles was picking me up. I had a pretty good feeling on what was actually happening.

" Mm. Did they forget my curly fries?" Papa Stilinksi asked while rummaging through the bag that Stiles had his food in.

"You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones." Stiles retorted back to him as I chuckled at their banter from the back seat of the cruiser.

"Well, he's carrying a lethal weapon. If he wants the curly fries, he should have the curly fries." I pointed out to Stiles who groaned at me as his dad nodded his head to agree.

"You are not helping me here, Carse." Stiles rolled his eyes and swatted his father's hand away from his own curly fries.

Suddenly, the crackle of the radio sounded through the car, "Unit one, do you copy?" Stiles perked up and reached for the radio wanting to answer it. Sheriff Stilinski glares at him and whacks his hand away. Stiles grumbles an apology as the sheriff answers the call.

"Unit one, copy." He answers.

"Got a report of a possible 187." the dispatch responded, making the sheriff looked shocked. Stiles whips around in the front seat, sure to give himself whiplash

"A murder?"Stiles looks at me with wide eyes as I pull out my cell phone to let Scott know. It sounded like our alpha friend made another appearance.

The Sheriff got to the scene and had Stiles and myself stay in the car only to watch the scene. I had tried calling and texting Scott about 15 times before giving up and realizing that he wasn't going to be answering me. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach but assumed he had just shut his phone off since he was most likely with Cece. After a few moments on the scene, they bring a full body bag out of the movie store. Stiles looked at me wide eyed and back to the scene and started to climb out of the car.

"Stiles-" I warned the boy as he shut the door and thoroughly cut me off. I grunted in disdain before noticing that Lydia sat with Jackson in the bath of the ambulance. "Oh my god." I threw the door open and rushed over to the two before Stiles could stop me.

"Carson, what are you doing here?" Lydia questioned when I finally stood in front of the two.

"I was eating dinner with Stiles and his dad, are you ok? What happened?" I asked, still trying to comprehend the situation.

"... okay, i want to go home." Jackson complains to Papa Stilinki as I tune back in.

"And I understand that but-" Sheriff Stilinski is interrupted by jackass once again.

"No, you don't understand, which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum - wage rent - a - cop like you! Okay, now, I wanna go home!" Jackson raised his voice to just below a yell and was practically spitting into the sheriff's face.He backed down when the press began pushing into the crime scene coercing the Sheriff to leave the angry teen and push them back.

"Lydia, what did you see?" Stiles asked as he got closer.

"A mountain lion." She responded firmly.

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The following day started like any normal day. Cece showing up at my house at the crack of dawn to drag me out of my bed and force me to get ready. While the both of us were getting ready, Scott walked in for the second time to see her with no shirt on. If this mans doesn't learn to knock on the door I swear on my life.