Teen Wolves

Ten- Lunatic

Machine Gun Kelly- Bloody Valentine 

"You'd think we would have learned our lesson by now," I laughed when Stiles pulled up to the reserve parking lot. "You know, since the last time we followed you out here, Scott and I got fangs," 

"You know. I think I liked you better when you waved your hands out in front of you sarcastically," Stiles shot back making us both laugh. 

"Where are we going?" Scott asked annoyed. 

'You'll see," Stiles answered leading us into the woods. 

"We really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak out from what happened at the school," 

"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me," 

"Can you at least tell us what we're doing out here?" 

"Yes, when your best friend gets dumped-" Stiles began. 

"I didn't get dumped," Scott interrupted him. "We're taking a break," 

"All right well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break," he lifted the bottle of Jack in his hand up proudly. "You get your best friend drunk,"

I laughed taking it from him as we entered the clearing overlooking the city. I took a seat unwrapping the top of the bottle before unscrewing the bottle cap. I took a drink before handing it back to Stiles. He took a drink and then offered it, Scott. Who gladly took it. 

"Glad I was invited," I smiled at both of them. 

"What about you, Sky? Any pains to drink to?" Stiles asked. 

"I-uh, I kind of screwed my chances with Gideon Taylor. I friend-zoned him extra hard the other day," 

"Gideon Taylor, the junior?" 

"I'm a junior as well, Stiles," 

"Yeah, but not because you're older," Scott shot back. "He's too old for you," 

"Well, Allison is too murder-y for you," 

Stiles almost spit the liquor out of his mouth. 

"You don't even know her," 

"You don't know Gideon either. First off. Second, he doesn't come from a long line of hunters. He's completely mundane," 

"She's got you there," Stiles nodded happily. 

"Are you already drunk?" I laughed. I had taken a few drinks already. So had Scott, but this isn't affecting us the way it is him. 

"Dude, you know she's just one... one girl. You know, there are so many. There are so many other girls in the sea," 

"Fish in the sea," Scott corrected looking over at Stiles still irritated. 

"Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls," he slurred. I laughed shaking my head. "I love girls. I love em. I love especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five foot three," 

"Like Lydia?" I asked. Scott and I smirked at one another knowingly.

"Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about... about. What was I talking about?" I want to be Stiles when I grow up. "Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink," 

"I don't want anymore," Scott sighed when Stiles tried to hand him the bottle.

"You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything," Scott's been dampening the mood since his break up. Who would have thought he would be so passionate about girls?

"Hey, maybe it's like... maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk?"