Teen Wolf (Patty & Scott)

Patty has to pick between Scott and Stiles

Stiles's baby blue jeep rumbled by as trees shot past the window in blurred lines. The windows were rolled down and I stuck my elbow out and looked outside, quietly enjoying the ride. Scott was sitting in the front passenger seat with Stiles driving and I was in the back. We were on the way to the Nemeton. Isaac and the others were waiting at the house. Lydia, Kira, Malia, and Liam were in Lydia's car.+

Orange light streaked the sky and the dark of night was creeping upon them from the edges of the horizon. I looked at Scott. He was so normal. Just two hours ago, Stiles was possessed by the nogitsune. At least he was not worried about Stiles being back. The one who was laid back, with the sarcasm and humour. I then looked at Stiles. The tension hasn't left his shoulders and I couldn't find out why. He was here and safe and so was everyone else. What could it be? Maybe the thought of finding the Nemeton would be too hard? I wasn't sure.

The jeep abruptly stopped and I looked at Scott and Stiles in alarm. Scott sighed tiredly and jumped out of the vehicle. The front hood of the car was smoking and he ran to the back and came to the front again with duct tape. I frowned. Duct tape? Well, duct tape could fix anything.

"Patty," Stiles said quietly.

I turned my attention to Stiles and I could see how awkward he was as he said my name. Uh oh. Was that good or bad? I leaned forward and looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Do you like Scott?"

"What?"

"Look, I know we shared that kiss on the roof of his house. But if you like Scott, then go for it. I'm sorry for making a move on you like that," he looked down at the floor.

My heart broke. Guilt washed over me. Over the course of the few chaotic days, I've been fighting with myself. Scott or Stiles? The question ran around in my head like a runner in a marathon. Scott or Stiles? I couldn't pick. They were both special in their own way.

I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Hurt flashed across Stiles's eyes and I could see him fading away from me. I could almost see him pull away from me and shutting the windows to himself. And I hated it. I completely hated it.+

"Stiles-" I finally found the words.

"No. Save it. You have Scott. I saw the way you looked at him. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

He then turned to the front and silently looked out the window. My eyes stung with tears that I struggled to hold back. I knew he wouldn't answer me anymore. Instead, I leaned back in my seat and put my head in my hands.

The door opened and closed with a loud thump and you quickly recovered and sat up straight. Hopefully my eyes weren't red. No one needs to know what happened. It was between me and Stiles. No one else.

Scott grinned, "Duct tape. Fixes everything."

"Good job bro," Stiles said but I could hear the emptiness in his voice.+

"Duct tape fixes everything. Including Stiles’s car," I added to cover everything up and tried to keep your voice high.

"What's with you guys? Did your dog die or something?" Scott joked around and lightly pushed Stiles's shoulder. Neither me nor Stiles answered.