Lydia's Cousin -1-

Lunatic

Sunday night.

Stiles Pov.

I walk in the woods with Scott following me, so I can get my plan at cheering him up by getting him drunk in motion.

"Where are we going?" Scott asks behind me, as we see a red shack.

"You'll see" I say, not wanting to tell him just yet about my plan.

"Cause we really shouldn't be out here" Scott says, as we pass the red shack "My mom is in a constant state of freak out from what happened at the school"

"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay?" I say, looking back at Scott "There is no comparison, trust me" We continue walking until we make it to a rocky area.

"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott asks, really wanting to know since the last time Stiles dragged him into the woods didn't end well.

"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped..." I go to say, but is cut off by Scott, not noticing the full moon in the sky.

"I didn't get dumped" Scott says, sounding upset. "We're taking a break"

"All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break.." I say, turning around to face Scott and holds up a bottle of jack "You get your best friend drunk"

A little while later.

I take another mouthful and lays back my head on a rock, drunk "Dude, you know, she's like one...one girl. You know, there are so many... There are so many other girls in the sea" I say, completely drunk.

"Fish in the sea" Scott says, glancing over at his drunk best friend.

"Fish?" I say, looking up at Scott confused "Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls" I say, exhaling "I love girls. I love them. I love... Especially ones with golden blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'3"..."

"Like Laney?" Scott asks, knowing their is only two girls with the same height Lydia and Laney but their features are oposite.

"Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about... About... What was I talking about?" I ask, smiling forgetting what I was talking about in the last five minutes "Hey, you're not happy" I say noticing Scott isn't looking happy "Take a drink" I say, reaching for the bottle of jack.

"I don't want any more" Scott says, looking at Stiles before back to the fire.

"You're not drunk?" I say putting the bottle of jack back down.

"I'm not anything" Scott says, making it all depressing.

"Hey, maybe it's like... Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. I wonder if Laney knew that" I say, causing Scott to look down at me confused "Am I drunk?"

Scott shakes his head "You're wasted" He says.

"Yeah!" I say, smiling drunkily "Oh, come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know" I say since I'm dating Laney but chuckles "But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse" I say, thinking about how it was before Laney got to Beacon Hills high, Scott looks at me confused, I chuckle "That didn't make any sense. I need a drink" I say, reaching for the jack again.

Only for a dark skinned hand to grab it "Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on" A dark skinned guy who is clearly older than them says, with another guy standing behind him smiling.

"Give it back" Scott says, looking at the two unknown guys who has the bottle of jack.

"What's that, little man?" The dark skinned guy, says looking at Scott.