Fine By Me // Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 1

I would like to say thanks to @24Stiles920. who let me adopt this story I hope that I can be as great as a writer like @24Stiles920, thank you for letting me take on this story.  

JJ

Stiles is VERY different in this story. 

"We're seriously doing this?" Scott complained as we stumbled through the preserve. We were searching for the other half of a dead body that was found around here. 

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." I shot back. 

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott shrugged. 

"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."

Scott looked at me, annoyed. "No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."

"Hey, that's the spirit!" I exclaimed, before continuing on sarcastically. "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

Scott laughed. 

We continued on for a couple of minutes in silence until Scott spoke up. 

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"

"Huh! I didn't even think about that." I hummed. 

"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"

"Also something I didn't think about." I spoke quickly. 

"It's-" Scott paused, panting as we climbed up a steep hill. "Comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." His asthma was getting to him. 

"I know." 

Scott collapsed against a tree, pulling out his inhaler to take a puff of the medicine. "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" 

I didn't speak as I spotted a constellation of flashlights ahead of us. Knowing it was the police, I collapsed on my stomach, getting my north face jacket muddy. Scott fell down beside me. 

"Wait," I jumped up and started running. "Come on!"

"JJ! Wait up! JJ! JJ!" Scott called as I ran, leaving him behind. 

A dog barked, scaring me to death, and making me fall down again. 

"Hold it right there!" A cop yelled. 

"Hang on, hang on." Another police officer shouted. "Isn't that Sheriff Taylor's girl?"

A familiar man approached me, a curious look on his face. 

"JJ?" The man asked. 

I nodded. 

"Hey, Mayor Stilinski." I swallowed. 

Mayor Stilinski sighed. "How'd you know about all this?" 

"I listened in on my mother's call." I answered honestly. I was wondering where she was actually. Probably with the witnesses. 

"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of her calls?" Stilinski prodded. 

"No, heh." I laughed awkwardly. "Not the boring ones."

Mayor Stilinski's eyes lightened in amusement, but his face stayed stern. 

"Well, young lady, why don't you walk back to your car?" He suggested. 

"Yes, sir." 

I staggered away from the group of policemen, making my way through the preserve to my blue Mazda. I hummed a tune as I retraced my steps.