NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE.

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Beacon Hills, California

Beacon Hills, California

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The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

—Lao Tzu

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Isaac Lahey is not having a good day.

He is having a terrible day, in fact. So terrible, that he is seriously considering hurling his drunk as hell friend from his car, thunderstorm or not, and leaving him for dead.

"Hey, Isaac, do you ever just... think about... the moon and shit?"

Fucking. Violently.

But Isaac decides he will not do that.

No, he will take a deep breath, calm his nerves, and drive the little bastard home.

"I mean... it's so weird to think that some dude actually made it up to that shit, you know?"

Derek would kill him. Scott would kill him.

"I mean—"

"Zeke!" Isaac snaps, clenching his hands tighter on the wheel. "No offense, but I'm not really interested on your thoughts about the damn moon." He sighs, leaning back into the seat, glaring down the rain-soaked road.

Somewhere in the distance, lightning flashed.

"For the love of God, Zeke. One day. Just one day where I don't have to drive your drunk ass home. Is that too much to ask?" Isaac growls.

Zeke snorts, fumbling to roll down his window. "Whatever, man. I seem to remember you taking some shots yourself. Not like I had all the fun." He grins, finally managing to get the window down. Immediately after, rain poured into the car, the freezing wind blowing directly towards himself.

"Well I didn't drink four damn bottles and—" Isaac starts angrily, only to stop and stare in disbelief at his friend. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm becoming one with nature, man!" Zeke says as he sticks his head out the window, tongue out to try and catch some drops.

Isaac can only roll his eyes in annoyance. "Get back in the damn car, before you get yourself killed."

Zeke only laughs.

Suddenly, thunder rumbles ominously.

It started off slow, before the reverberations rise up to a hair-raising level.

And it's far too close for Isaac's liking, especially with his idiotic human friend's head hanging vulnerably out of the car.

"Zeke, I mean it. Get back in the car, now!" Isaac snaps.

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