𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊 . 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞

disclaimer: i do not own teen wolf, i am merely a teenage boy who likes to write fanfiction. i only own the character cameron. have fun fuckers yeehaw

Cameron is really starting to think he should never listen to Stiles, like, ever again. Ever again. And maybe its his own fault, really, 'cause who in their right mind would hear their brother say;

"Wanna come find a dead body with me?"

and go,

"Yeah sure, why not?"

Granted that's not exactly what he said, there was a prominent what the fuck, Stiles somewhere in there.

So now he's with Stiles, walking up to Scott's house, because god forbid Stiles do anything without Scott, to get him to find a dead body with them. Great.

Oh, god this is gonna end badly, isn't it?

"Wait, Stiles, what the shit are you doing?!" Cameron hisses, watching as Stiles climbs up the house gutter leading to the McCall's roof.

"Stiles. Stiles!" He whispers sharply, shooting concerned glances at the road, suddenly worried some car is gonna drive by and see Stiles on the roof and think it's an attempted break in. Man that'd suck ass.

"Stiles, what are you doing?!" He almost shrieks, slapping his hands over his mouth as Stiles shoots a look of, bitch shut the fuck up, panic back at him.

Cameron is still watching Stiles in a mixture of exasperation and terror as the front door opens, Scott rushing out with his mom's baseball bat (which, do they even play baseball?) a slightly panicked look in his eyes.

His gaze lands on Cameron standing there, all 5'5 of him. "Cam?" He questions, confusion evident in his voice as he lowers the bat slightly.

"Heyyy, Scotty-" Cameron starts, already starting to sweat when Stiles decides to literally swing off of the roof  to hang upside down and scare the shit out of both him and Scott.

And so after they're done screaming, Scott shouts, "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" while looking like he's about ready to fuckin' swing his bat at him at any second now. Stiles flops down to the ground all the while screeching "You weren't answering your phone! Why do you have a bat?!"

"I thought you were a predator!"

"A pre- Scott seriously?"

"Stiles, what are you doing here?!"

"Apparently there's a body in the woods." Cameron pipes up, Scott and Stiles turning to him like they forgot he was actually there.

"Like, a dead body?" Scott asks, turning his eyes to Stile is concern.

"No, a body of water- Yes, a dead body, dumbass!" Stiles snarks, shoving Scott's shoulder in disbelief.

"Stiles get to the point, it's cold out here!" Cameron whines, stress almost forgotten as he pulls the sleeves of his hoodie over his fingers.

"I'm getting there short stack, be patient!" Stiles retorts, launching into his story of listening in on dad's radio and hearing about a dead body being found in the woods, or more accurately, half a dead body, which Cam definitely did not sign up for.

"Alright munchkins, into the jeep, move it! We have a dead body to find." Stiles exclaims.

Cameron shivers, hurriedly jogging to Stiles' shitty jeep to pull himself inside before he freezes.

Before he knows it they're pulling up to the entrance of the woods, and Stiles is tossing a flashlight to him as he grabs his own from the glove compartment. He misses Cameron completely, by the way.

They've been searching for about 15 minutes when Scott starts to wheeze a bit, pulling out his inhaler from his back pocket as he complains to the both of them.

"You know, maybe- it would've been- a good idea- to give the major asthmatic- the flashlight, instead-" The older boy chokes, Cam looking back in worry.

"Do we even know which half of the body we're looking for?" Cameron suddenly asks, stopping in his tracks. 

Stiles is silent for a of two seconds before he chuckles nervously, answering "I uh, I actually hadn't thought of that."

Cam is looking at him with his jaw dropped, meanwhile Scott's putting his inhaler to his mouth, when he begins to hear faint shouting and dogs barking. The sheriff's department.

Stiles must realize just as he does because Cameron hears him say, "Shit, that's our dad." as he pivots back to get the hell outta here, Scott dropping his inhaler in his haste to find somewhere to hide.

Cameron is tailing Stiles as one of the k9's leaps onto him, pulling both boys to the ground.

"Hang on," Cam hears a familiar voice say as they're yanked up by their collars, "these little delinquents belong to me."

"Hey, dad." Cameron chirps, hoping that since he's the youngest he'll go easy on him.

Which is immediately proven wrong as the man says, "Really, Cam?" while shooting him a glare. "Stiles I expected but you?"

To which Stiles shouts "Excuse me, I take offense to that!"

"In my defense this whole thing was Stiles' idea." Cameron confides solemnly, ignoring Stiles' indignant squawk.

The sheriff snorts, turning to Stiles as he asks "And where's your other partner in crime?"

"What, you mean Scott? Scott's not here, he said he needed his beauty sleep before school tomorrow."

Cam can literally see Stiles coming up with the lie right on the spot, and damn, he really wishes Stiles was a better liar because dad really looks like he doesn't believe him.

"Scott didn't come because he's buying condoms." He blurts, mortified by his own attempt at covering up the situation.

"For whomst?!" Stiles stares, face scrunched in disgust, catching on to Cameron's (horrible) plan.

"Kid, I don't think I needed to know that." His dad says, face imitating Stiles' look of disgust.

As the man hauls both his sons away, Cam looks back for a second, seeing Scott's relieved smile momentarily before he looks back to his dad. At least Scott's not gonna get in trouble now.

He feels like he jinxed himself. 

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(A/N)

so im extremely unoriginal and i like writing yeehaw sksjjxkx

so therefore, i give you this

im also extremely bad at being consistent so i dont know when all my updates will fall, BUT im gonna try to at least do once a week maybe