"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
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season 1 - 6
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"I'm kind of more concerned about the guy who just tried to kill me."
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| third person pov |
Lydia stands outside, guards surrounding her on the floor after using her power to defend herself from them. The rain soaks into the strawberry blondes skin, the girl coming to a stop at the sight of one of the twins.
"Sorry, Lydia." Aiden says. "But your treatments not finished yet."
Before Lydia gets the chance to respond, a taser meets her torso which causes her to groan in pain as she falls to the floor.
"Please, I have to tell them!" Lydia exclaims. "They're all going to die. My friends. They're all going to die."
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| your pov |
Scott and I sit on top of the hood of the jeep, Stiles standing beside us with a map in front of him.
"Alright, I found some cool three bedrooms in the Mission District but they're pretty expensive." Stiles tells us. "A couple in Haight and Ashbury, also expensive."
"What about Berkeley?" Scott questions. "Don't a lot of students live around there?"
"Yeah, we could try Nob Hill." Stiles replies. "But the jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches."
"You're bringing the jeep?" Scott asks.
"It's Stiles, he'll never leave his jeep." I tell him.
"No one gets left behind, that's the plan." Stiles continues. "Lydia's not going to have a problem getting into Stanford. Kira's thinking USF. Malia's, uh, going to figure something out. The plan is perfect."
"Or we could wait until we actually get into college and then figure out where to live." I suggests, Scott nodding in agreement.
"I have a vision, Y/n." Stiles states. "It's a beautiful vision so don't ruin the vision."
I roll my eyes playfully. "My bad."
"We can check out the East Bay." Stiles continues. "Haven't looked at Oakland yet, you know."
I look at Scott to see him staring up at the full moon. "Are you starting to feel it?"
"No, just thinking about senior year." Scott replies.
Stiles puts his red sharpie down. "Senior year? Come on, that's.. That's nothing, that's going to be easy."
"It's more like something Deaton told me once." Scott sighs. "You ever hear of the regression to the mean?"
