Remember » Stiles Stilinski [book 6a]

[3] Haunted Houses and Urban Legends

After Stiles discovered that the windshield of the car was shattered with a "magic" bullet, Scott took the shard of glass to Deaton's to figure out if there was something he would know or could do to discover more evidence. Me on the other hand? I've been looking through all the research and books on the supernatural there is, trying to find out if there's anything related at all to magic bullets and disappearing acts. 

Honestly, i already have a headache. I've been up all night researching with Stiles at mine and Lydia's apartment since he refused to let me sleep at all until we were semi-close to an answer. And five hours later and we're still at square one. 

I finally managed to convince him to get some rest and we'd figure out more stuff in the morning. Which is how we ended up at the high school, picture day in effect as everyone was trying to look their best for their yearbook picture. Lydia helped me curl my hair so I wouldn't look like I just woke up and rolled out of bed for my picture. 

"Stiles, come on." I groaned for the sixth time as my wonderful yet annoying at times boyfriend kept interrupting my yearbook picture. I rolled my eyes, pushing him away slightly as he apologized and I tried getting myself perfect for the picture. But before the photographer could count backwards from three, that's when he got into the picture once again. "Stiles, you know, I'd love to have a nice senior picture that I won't regret for the rest of my current life so...get out of my picture before I hurl the stool at you." I rolled my eyes at him before pushing him out of my picture once again. 

"You look beautiful." Stiles commented, making me smirk but roll my eyes at him in slight annoyance. He thinks just because he tells me I'm beautiful that he's gotten himself out of something but it doesn't. Quite the opposite in fact. 

After he interrupted my picture for the twelfth time, I gave up and decided I'd go back another day to take it. "Forget it, you ruined my picture." I groaned in annoyance, grabbing my bag off the floor and going to sit down with the others on the table near by. 

Stiles looked confused asking, "Why would I want to ruin your yearbook picture?" 

But before I could comment back, that's when Malia jumped in. 

"Maybe because you haven't signed up for your own photo yet?" Malia speculated. 

Stiles scoffs, reaching into his pocket and taking out the form to show Malia. "Yes, I did." Stiles said a matter of factly before his face went from a confident smirk to a confused look. I looked over his shoulder to see that the form was blank. Weird. I could've sworn he filled his out with me, me commenting how he has better hand writing than me. 

"It's blank." Malia said. 

"Uhhh..." Stiles said, looking confused as he tried coming up with something to say but was interrupted by Scott. 

"Or maybe you're sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones." Scott said, earning confused and somewhat impressed looks by all of us. Scott finally noticed our looks before laughing to himself an answering, "Psych paper." 

"Oh, now it makes sense."  Everyone mumbled while Scott had a proud smirk on his face. 

"Hey the deputy searched the car. No slugs, no exit hole. And the address Alex gave my dad, it's an abandoned house." Stiles said, waiting for all of us to get the point he was trying to make. "Come on! Missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet. Who's coming with?" Stiles asked, looking at each of us. 

We all exchanged looks, kind of awkwardly sitting in silent. 

"I've gotta take my photos." Malia answered. 

"And I should probably retake mine considering you ruined about half of them." I said sarcastically, smirking at Stiles who rolled his eyes at me.