Disclaimer, I in no way own Teen Wolf or any characters, besides Haley and some lines.
"This is crazy!" I whisper-yelled to Stiles. I was currently in the front seat of his jeep—for once—and we were on our way to Scott's house. "You're crazy!" I whisper-yelled again for some reason, I do this a lot. I don't know why I don't just talk, like any other normal human being. "And I'm crazy for agreeing to go with you!"
"Oh, come on Haley! This is going to be awesome." He said as he pulled up on the curb in front of Scott's house. I don't think he even called him to warn him of his plans for us for the night...at least I got a call. Poor Scott.
"Stiles, did you even call him to let him know what's going on?" I laughed at him. We got out and walked around to the front of the infamous blue jeep.
"I swear, Stiles, if this goes wrong I'm personally blaming you for the rest of my existence." I laughed. "But, apart from the fact that we might get caught by your dad and that we are looking for half of a dead body, this might actually be kind of fun. Walking through the woods in the middle of the night." I laughed again as I grabbed his hand and led him towards Scott's house.
I start to walk up the steps of the front porch of the McCall house, but Stiles pulled me back, and when I turned around to ask him what he was doing he just smirked and held a finger to his lips. He led me around the back of the house. He climbed the porch railing and looked through the window that led into the downstairs bathroom since the lights were on. I silently prayed Melissa wasn't taking a shower. He jumped back down and smiled at me.
"He's in there, come on." He whispered to me and then started to climb the railing again, but I tugged him back down. He looked at me confused, waiting for me to explain why I'm slowing down his Adderall jacked antics on his other best friend I assume.
"Stiles, what are we doing? Why not use the front door?" I whispered to him.
"Because he's in the bathroom." He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world with a hint of his usual sarcasm, leaving me dumbfounded as to what goes on in his brain sometimes. I probably don't want to know the answer to that.
He started climbing up the railing again, and I mimicked his actions. I expected the interesting events would start before we got to the woods, I didn't expect him to climb up onto the roof, though. Once he was up he turned to look back down at me. He reached his hand down to me and I took it, appreciative for the help up. When I was almost up, my foot slipped and I almost fell and bit my tongue to not let out a shriek at the loud thud I made as I hit the wall. If it hadn't been for Stile's firm grip on my hand and him helping me get up, I would have hit the ground.
A second later I head the door onto the back porch slid open and Stiles flung the top half of his body over the roof, dragging me down with him. When Scott came into view he screamed, causing Stiles to scream, in turn causing me to scream, and then Stiles and I both screamed again when we saw Scott was holding a baseball bat, ready to take a swing at us.
"Stiles, Haley, what the hell are you doing?!" Scott asked angrily with a still scared look on his face.
"You wouldn't answer your phone!' Stiles whined.
"Why do you have a bat?" I asked.
"I thought you were predators!" Scott yelled, as if it were obvious.
"Pre—" Stiles cut himself off with a laugh. "Look, I know it's late, but you've got to hear this. My dad left twenty minutes ago, dispatch call. They're bringing every officer of the Beacon department, and even the state police." Stiles explained. He got down and then turned to me and helped me down.
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Over My Head ↣ Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction"You're over my head, I'm outta my mind, thinkin' I was born in the wrong time." Haley has known Scott and Stiles since Preschool. They've always been best friends, and they've always been the trouble makers. But when Stiles leads them out into the...
