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three|from the sky she came
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Outside a tattoo parlor two teenage boys sit inside a baby blue jeep. "You okay?" Stiles asks as they climb in and he places an ice pack on his head. Scott shuffles a bit in discomfort. "It kind of burns."
"Yes. You just had your skin stabbed about a hundred thousand times by a- a needle." Stiles replies as he looks down at the bandage covering Scott's arm. Scott looks down at his arm then back up at Stiles. "Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this."
Intense waves of pain attack Scott and and he jumps in his seat. "Oh god no! It's definitely not supposed to feel like this." He continues to groan in pain and squirm in his seat. "I gotta take this thing off!"
Stiles looks away in disgust as he protest his friends words. "No, no, no, no Scott. Oh, Scott, please stop!" Scott ignores him and continues to rip off the tattoo wrap from his arm. They both watch as the tattoo disappears before their eyes. Scott looks at his arm in disappointment and Stiles in relief.
"Ah... thank god. I hated it. Sorry." Stiles starts up his jeep and drives away from the tattoo parlor with a sulking Scott.
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Driving down a dark, empty road two girls chat it a car. "It is not a double date. It is a group thing." Lydia affirms turning her head slightly to glance at Allison. Allison nods her head sarcastically. "Do they know it's a group thing? 'Cause I told you that i'm not ready to get back out there."
"You were in France and didn't do any dating? For four months!" Lydia asks in slight annoyance. "Did you?" Allison rebuttals. "I mean after -" Lydia cuts her off before she can finish her statement. "Do not say his name."
"Is he okay? I mean, did everything work out?" Allison asks. "The doctors looked like total idiots when he turned up alive. Everyone got over it. And yes, Derek taught him the Werewolf 101. Like how Not to randomly kill people during the full moon." Lydia answers glancing at Allison every once in a while.
Allison looks over at Lydia with a bright smile and nods. "So then you've talked to him? Lydia purses her lips, "Uh... Not since he left for London."
"You mean since his dad moved him to London." Allison corrects.
"Whatever. He left. And seriously? An American Werewolf in London? Like that's not going to be a disaster."
