Red Riding Hoodie

t h r e e

January 16th 2014

Stiles was awoken with the annoying beeping of his alarm clock, he groaned and pressed the large snooze button. The beeping continued, he pressed snooze again.

The beeping kept on, and Stiles was fed up with the noise so he flipped his sheets off his half naked body and ripped the alarm clock's cord out of the wall. The beeping was close to Stiles last nerve.

He took a deep breath and was about to release it when he smelt smoke. His eyes widened as he ran downstairs and the beeping got louder as he turned the corner and ran into the kitchen.

He stopped in the kitchen doorway, eyebrows creased together in confusion. Mr. Stilinski was standing atop a stool and was disabling what looked like a smoke alarm.

"Uh," "Stiles! Sorry, I was just making breakfast but I burnt it." Mr. Stilinski sighs, finally turning the annoying beeping off, "It's fine, I wasn't that hungry." Stiles laughs while his dad climbs off the wobbly stool.

"Well I got to go, but how about not getting into any trouble?" His dad asks, slipping his work jacket on. "Of course. Since when does Stiles Stilinski ever get in trouble?" Stiles questions with a straight face. The last time he got in trouble was - well that's not important right now.

Mr. Stilinski gives him a are-you-serious look, and Stiles nods, licking his lips. "Got it." As his dad walks out the door Stiles calls Scott, "Hello?" Scott's rough morning voice rings through the phone.

"Hey buddy," Stiles smiles, "I was wondering if you could go out and buy me some soda, like a lot of soda, and maybe a few bags of chips?" Stiles waits patiently for Scott to think about it. If he said yes, stiles was secretly planning on having a party, but if he said no; he was screwed.

"It's -" there was a pause, " - 7:54 in the morning, I am not getting out of bed for that. Why can't you do it?" Scott asks, groaning at the end.

"Because I'm sick," Stiles hesitates at the word sick. But adds a few coughs at the end to make it believable.

Scott yawns standing from his bed and slipping on a random shirt, "Give me 30 minutes." Scott says, grabbing his leather wallet from the kitchen table.

Stiles silently does a happy dance and stops immediately, "Why the hell would it take you 30 minutes, Scott?" He laughs in the middle of his sentence.

"Because you woke me up at 7 something Stiles," Scott huffs sliding onto the mildew covered seat of his dirt bike.

"Sorry man, I'm just.. hungry. Really hungry." Stiles starts planning on who to call and invite to the party, what to wear, and what kind of music to play.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts and phone call. "Hey Scott, someone's at the door, I gotta go." Stiles says into the phone, hanging up and walking to the wooden front door.

He swings open the door not knowing who to expect, he finds a pair of twins, or maybe he was seeing things. Stiles shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He opens them seconds later to find both the twins still there.

"Um, hi?" Stiles thinks about shutting the door in their face but he thought twice about it, they could want to come to the party? Or they could be those mass murderers! That's like 1% out of a million. Stiles shrugs and watches the twins intently.

"We're looking for Stiles. Stiles Stilinski." One of the identical twins ask, "That's me," Stiles happy replies, then thinks twice about it. Oh.

They both smile, "We heard you were having a party," Stiles stares at them confused, he hadn't told anyone he was having a party. How did they know?

"Oh. This is Ethan, I'm Aiden." The one on the left- Aiden says. "Well come on in I guess. No ones here yet," Stiles hesitantly opens the door wider letting the twins enter.