*Brenda's POV*
Me and Stiles decided to hang out today after school.
We walked home side by side, silently. Once we did make it to his house I quickly made my way to his fridge and pulled out an Ice Tea and a Reese's bar.
"Hey that's mine!" He tried to snatch it from my hand but I turned around and hugged it to my chest.
"Oh you want to go there?" He said, a lace of jocking threat in his voice.
"This is mine anyways!"
Before I could even react my body was being thrown over his shoulder, making me drop my Ice Tea but not my Reese's. Haha victory!
"If you don't at least share half with me I will make the rest of your day a living hell for you Brenda!"
I thought about it for a minute.
"I never said I wasn't going to."
He put me back on my feet.
"Then again, I also didn't say I would."
I ran upstairs and to his room as fast as my awkwardly long legs, and injured one leg could take me and shut his door. My adrenaline started to kick in and I heard Stiles running after me.
Closet. His room was pretty dark since he didn't like leaving the blinds open. I ran to his closet and shut the door just as he opened his bedroom door. I tried my best to slow my breathing.
"Breeeendaaaa." He spoke in a creepy tone.
I felt what I was sitting on. Clothing...
His closet was a good enough size, so I quietly laid my body out and hid under his pile of what smelled like clean cloths. I sure hope it was clean.
I heard him climb onto his bed and call my name from his bed. Then that's when it hit him to look in the closet.
"Oh if I find you you're so dead."
I bit my lip and tried to steady my breathing. I heard the door open and then silence.
My heart was beating so loud I'm sure he would find me cause of it.
"I see you." I heard him whisper lightly from somewhere above my body.
Okay, I should just come out already. I lifted my arms up then my body. Throwing cloths off of myself.
"Fine I'll share with-"
I dropped my Reese's bar and my mouth hung open. I widened my eyes with disbelief and fear as I stared into the lifeless eyes of what I never wanted my best friend to become.
"Stiles?"
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The Gift
Fiksi PenggemarBrenda is a regular teenage girl. She doesn't fit in so well, her mother is never around, she only has three best friends, and she has the ability to slide into other people's memories or so she thinks that what she can do. She has never heard of he...
