Not Even Close - Teen Wolf

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I tied my laces before opening my room window. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but why not rebel while I can? I opened my bedroom window and smiled as the brisk night air crashed onto my smooth skin. I put one foot out, then gripped the window loosely until I got out completely, then jumped onto the hard ground, cushioned by the crunchy autumn leaves.

I barely avoided falling flat on my back by catching myself slightly on the fence that was next to me, and carefully planted both feet on the ground. I may be slightly athletic, but gymnastics were NOT my thing.

Plus, I was still a Stillinski, falling over nothing and tripping onto my face was in my genes.

I quickly stood straight and took of running to my boyfriends house. I loved to run, it had a way of making me feel so free. I had gotten there in about 10 minutes, which wasn't a bad time at all considering how late it was getting. But all I wanted to do was stop by and say goodnight. I knocked on the front door, and it swung open to reveal my extremely adorable, puppy-eyed boyfriend, Scott McCall.

Topless, of course.

"Sel, are you staring?" He questioned with a chuckle. I smiled and walked through the threshold of the house, stopping next to him and patting his chest lightly.

"I like what I see." I said jokingly wiggling my eyebrows playfully, and he just laughed. I took the time to walk up the stairs to his room, and plopped down onto his soft bed. I closed my eyes in relaxation, hearing Scott walk into the room and into the bathroom.

I peeked open an eye and watched as he brushed his teeth, him getting the foam over his lips and me biting my lip to keep from giggling at how ridiculous he looked. He finished and splashed some water on his face, then looked at me through the mirror. I raised an eyebrow, and made a funny face at him, and stuck my tongue out. I guess I got too caught up in it, because before I could tell, he was in front of me, looking down with a smirk.

"Now, that wasn't very nice." He says smoothly, bending down and connecting our lips. I smile a little bit before I grab his shoulders and pull him down, connecting our lips harder and making him stumble.

Mid-makeout we heard a noise outside that jolted us apart. He motioned me to be quiet as he grabbed a hoodie and slid it on. He grabbed a bat and we both started to creep down the stairs slowly and what I hoped was silently. When we got to the bottom of the staircase, he motioned me to stay there, and went forward, opening the door and walking outside.

I was beginning to think that we were being paranoid and that it was nothing, when suddenly two loud screams erupted from outside. I grabbed the lamp next to me in a rush and hurried outside ready to face danger, but instead was met with my idiot of a twin brother hanging down from the McCall roof, his arms flailing around, and Scott lowering the bat.

"Stiles what the hell were you doing?!" Scott asked angrily.

"You weren't awnsering your phone! Why do you have a bat?" Stiles questioned, moving his arms, a little more, making him shift down. I stifled a laugh and he snapped his upside down neck towards me. "Aren't you supposed to be home? And why do you have a lamp?" He quizzed.

"Aren't you?" I retorted, sassing him, then looked down to my hands. "All I heard was screaming and Scott was only out here with a bat. Thought I could help." I shrug. He put his hands up in defense and turned to Scott expectantly, raising his eyebrows.

"I thought you were a predator!" Scott exclaimed, and I sighed, holding my free hand up to my head and leaving it there. I love that boy but sometimes the things that come out of his mouth make me question why I do.

"A pre-" Stiles cuts himself off and makes some kind of noise, coming from the back of his throat. "Look I know it's late, but you have to hear this. 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 rushed, kind of excitedly.