Enemy Fire ➸ Stiles Stilinski

00. Lauren or Whatever the Fuck Her Name Is

"What the fuck do you want," Emerson groaned into his pillow, not even bothering to lift his head. He didn't need to look to know that it was some weird ass hour of the morning and the girl that called herself Lauren or whatever the fuck her name is had basically cannonballed herself onto his bed.

"You know, you should be more polite," Lauren or whatever the fuck her name is told him in a mildly annoyed yet fairly teasing tone, slapping his leg lightly. He just grunted in response. "Anywho, I need you to do something for me." She paused, waiting for a response she knew wouldn't come; their conversations were mostly one-sided. "I need you to find my brother and punch him in the face. Like four or five times. Why, you ask?" She paused again, before feigning excitement and shaking Emerson's leg, "yes, Emerson! Because he's acting like a fucking idiot and needs some sense punched into him, because slapping just won't due for this severity of a screw up! So you need to find him and just punch him until he realizes he's being a complete and utter idiot and that he needs get his shit together otherwise I am going to be kicking his ass sooner than he'd like!"

"Are you done yet?" Emerson asked, still not finding it worth his time to lift up his head. When no answer came from Lauren or whatever the fuck her name is and silence began to fill the void of his dark room, his pushed himself up slightly so he could see if she was still occupying the end of his bed, only to see it empty and a divot in the duvet that could have been a butt-print. "Finally," he sighed, dropping the minuscule height back onto his bed, sliding his eyes shut.

Emerson is a cutie patootie and no one can tell me otherwise

also the song Enemy Fire by Bea Miller goes with this story, hence the title

also also also any theories on Emerson and/or Lauren or whatever the fuck her name is?