Forgotten // Book One

✅ Chapter 11 - Finding a dress

Episode - Formality
Lillian's POV

"Call it again." Scott ordered as he dug under his bed for his phone as Stiles called again.

"It's not here. Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?" Stiles asked rubbing my shoulder with his free hand.

"I can't afford a new one. And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek." Scott answered and I frowned, what's up with Derek and getting hurt, it's like me and getting kidnapped. Didn't know I'd be joking about that.

"Well, "A", you're not alone. You have me and Lillian. And "B", didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead." Stiles deadpanned as I raised his arm and flopped in his lap earning a surprised noise before he turned me so I was on my back and he was holding onto my shoulder and waist. He typed something on his phone before showing.

"Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha - they're not gonna kill him." Scott said as I read what Stiles typed: If you wanted to cuddle you could have asked.

I took his phone from him and started typing: I don't want to cuddle I want to be held, there is a difference, Stiles.

"All right, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter - problem solved." Stiles said as he read what I typed giving a small snort

"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek. I can't protect her on my own. Which means we either find Derek first - just - just help me!" Werewolf McGee snapped as I read the next message from Stiles: There is a difference, you got me there. Short dress or long dress?

"You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember that, when he was trying to kill you, after you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?"

Short dress, you know I would die with a long dress on. It might be long sleeves though haven't decided yet.

"He wasn't going to kill anyone. And I'm not letting him die." Scott sighed.

Heels or no heels?

"Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?" Stiles asked and I punched his shoulder with a glare. "What?" Stiles asked raising a hand

"Mom just got home from work." Scott answered and we both looked at him expectantly. We stayed quiet for a moment before Stiles got impatient.

"Is she okay? What's she doing?" He asked tightening his arm around my shoulders.

"Crying." Scott answered and I frowned my shoulders falling. Stiles raised his hand and ran a finger along my cheek as he continued to talk to Scott.

"Scott, you can't protect everyone." Stiles sighed.

"I have to." Scott sighed looking at us and he didn't seem at all concerned or confused about how we where sitting.

"Let's get you to bed, Lils." Stiles chuckled and I gave a small nod, I was comfortable I don't care about anything at this point. "I'm gonna go put her to bed, then I'm gonna go home and go to bed." There was a moment of silence as Stiles got off the bed pulling me with him. "Night, Scott." Stiles hummed before walking out of the room. "Do you want me to stay?"

"Go home and go to bed, dumb dumb." A soft chuckle was heard and I cracked an eye open.

"I'm serious, I can stay and we can talk or I can hold you while you sleep... I could go to sleep if you want. We could cuddle and get some sleep for a few hours before I go home."