Derek: Understandably, both of you needed a change of scenery from Beacon Hills. It had been months since either of you could catch a break from the town's insanity, and the younger pack members were now basically forcing you to catch a flight to Europe and take a mini-vacation. As much as you wanted to stay and hang out with them, you and Derek both knew it was time. Once you got the airport, though, you found out that your flight had been delayed for another two hours, so the two of you would be stranded there for a while. It wasn't a problem, though, since you were able to have your first somewhat normal conversation in weeks during the wait.
Isaac: The two of you had stayed at school until the library closed finding information about some of the things Deaton had warned the pack about, and even though Stiles was supposed to pick you up at 5:30, he didn't arrive for another 30 minutes. While you waited, Isaac ended up laying out on the parking lot ground with you eventually coming over to sit on him. You sat there for the entire half hour until your friend's Jeep pulled up and he began shouting for you to 'get the hell out of the road and into the car before you get yourselves killed by something completely un-supernatural and human.'
Liam: Mexico was tiring. You'd tagged along on both trips, but the second was definitely much more tiring. Derek had almost died, Kate had escaped, and Peter had been revealed as evil once again. It was a given that it would be a few hours of clean up before you could start the drive back home, and during the wait you sat on the curb of the church with your head resting on one hand, fighting sleep as your eyes explored the old surroundings. Liam eventually sat next to you, neither of you saying a word. Nothing would ever be normal again, and the two of you silently agreed that you didn't need to discuss that to know how true it was.
Scott: Somehow, you and Scott had been separated from Stiles and Malia at the mall that Friday night, and your boyfriend was trying to locate his best friend while you goofed off on the sidewalk. Although Scott was hardly glancing at you, you knew he was thoroughly enjoying how good of a time you were having by the smirk on his face. Eventually, Stiles pulled up in the Jeep, and Scott couldn't help but twirl you around one more time and plant a small kiss on your lips, a tiny symbol of appreciation for your dorky performance.
Stiles: Stiles had insisted that the two of you go to the mall as an unofficial date, and it was a very successful shopping trip for you. You got a bunch of stuff from a few different stores and the two of you had lunch at a little restaurant in the mall, but the aftermath of the trip wasn't really up to par. Your slightly irresponsible boyfriend had locked the keys in the Jeep, which meant you had to call his dad at work and wait for him to bring the extra set so you could go home. Admittedly, you were a bit annoyed with Stiles, but you couldn't deny that you were enjoying the peaceful time. You planted yourselves in the back of the mall across from the lot, keeping an eye out for a cop car and talking to Stiles. After a while, Parrish pulled up and handed you the keys when he got out of his car. "Y/N, you're much more responsible than Stiles," he said seriously, making you crack a smile as he held your hand over the set of keys he'd given you. "Take care of these keys, that boy, and this Jeep." "Are those the words of Sheriff Stilinski?" you laughed. Stiles swooped in just then, moving Jordan's hand and taking the keys from you as he simultaneously snaked an arm around your waist. "Not exactly, but I'm sure he agrees." And with that, the deputy was driving off, leaving you giggling and your boyfriend scowling.
Hey you guys, sorry I haven't updated in quite some time. I have been working on some other stories. But I decided to post a preference. Also I would just like to say I get all of my imagines off tumblr, so if they sound familiar to you its because thats where I got it. Anyway I hope everyday has a good day/morning/night :) - jazzy
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