~Previously known as I Wanna Be Yours~
Being a teenager, for an adult means to be a narcissist, depressive, and hormone-high human being.
For a teenager, it means living a stage of full emotional rollercoaster and pressure to be cool and be prepared...
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*important author's not at the end*
I jumped on my bed feeling drained.
After I woke up, I was updated on everything that happened and I just can't believe I missed it. I mean, I was there, but it wasn't me doing it. I'm just-
Everything just gets worse- or better. So, there is the god Apollo, who helped me so I take he is the good twin, oh! And grandma's dog is actually a hunting dog Apollo sent to protect our family, who apparently he takes a liking- or sympathized since his sister went psycho on us.
The necklace heaved on my chest, knowing it was the only barrier against Artemis, I was careful to not take it off.
From what I know, now I'm only human since the powers probably were restrained with Artemis, and I don't know if it is a good thing or not. For now, I'll just go with it.
I rolled on the bed, staring at the sky my window provided. I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. Does this mean I'll be normal now? Will I be able to help the others still?
A knock on my door took my attention away.
Turning around I saw him standing just a foot in my room.
"Hey... You ready?"
I sat up, throwing my legs out of the bed and went in search of a pair of shoes. "Yeah, let me just-" I pulled a pair of converse before turning to him. "Let's go"
I sat on his car, playing with his radio, "There isn't anything good on," I complained.
"There never is," he chuckled making me shake my head.
After a few more attempts, I gave up with a huff, leaning back in my seat as I stared at the blur from outside as we speed through the streets.
"Is everyone already there?"
"Isaac, obviously, and Allison are already there," he said making me nod.
I stared at him for a moment, he looked more relaxed and it made me feel calm. I mean, Stiles and relaxed aren't really on the same phrase and it said something.
After everything went down, we kind of separated for a bit, he spent more time with his father while I rekindled my relationship with my family, we talked things through, spent time together and we're good now. I dare say our bond is actually stronger.
A week later, I called Stiles, missing his anxious self, and asked him to hang out. We actually went to the movies and he ended up arguing with an eight-year-old boy.
I stiffed a laugh, remembering the scene.
He glanced at me, "What?" I shook my head, my smile stretching a bit.
"I just remembered you and that little boy-" I giggled.
"Wha- hey, it wasn't my fault!" He defended himself, "He was the one that threw popcorn first anyways," I laughed.
