red || stydia

chapter seven: crash.

After finding out half of her friends were supernatural, things had been slow.

There were no further animal attacks, and no voices or screaming. She still hadn't ventured out to find the body she assumed belonged to the scream that nearly left Isaac deaf, but she didn't doubt it would be happening soon. The guys had all agreed Allison should know as well, since she and Lydia were a package deal and there was no way Lydia could keep all this from her.

So, Scott invited the two of them to his house for a "movie marathon" later that day.

If Lydia thought she had it bad when she found out her friends were supernatural, this was nothing in comparison.

The only word she could use to describe the atmosphere was awkward. Lydia and Allison arrived fashionably late to see all three boys huddling around the kitchen island nervously (it was really only Isaac; he looked like a wreck).

"So, what movie are we watching first?" Allison asked cheerily, completely oblivious.

Scott scratched the back of his head. "We actually invited you here to talk."

"Oh," she furrowed her eyebrows, "is this about Lydia and the bodies? Do you guys know anything?"

Lydia rolled her eyes because for once she didn't want the conversation to lead back to her. "No. I mean, yes, but not right now."

Stiles stifled a laugh and she shot him a sharp look. "Lydia isn't the only one in this room with weird abilities."

Allison's eyes widened. "You too?"

Scott snorted, "oh god, no way in hell."

"Okay, you're gonna pay for that one," Stiles replied sassily, elbowing his best friend. "Allison, how familiar are you with werewolves?"

Allison's eyes widened once again. "Um, not very?"

"Because that's what Scott and Isaac are," Stiles deadpanned. Lydia rolled her eyes; he was really bad at breaking the news to people. Scott and Isaac were already shaking their heads, but Stiles looked very pleased with himself.

"What?"

Lydia decided to take over because Isaac looked like he was going to throw up and Scott, like he was planning Stiles's murder. "The supernatural exists," Allison looked dumbfounded. "I don't know how, but it does. Werewolves exist and one of them attacked Scott and Isaac one night, so now they're werewolves."

There was silence for the next ten seconds and Lydia was worried Allison was going to pass out.

But suddenly, she started laughing.

"What's going on?" Stiles whispered, staring at her.

When no one else started laughing, Allison stopped and said, "oh my god, you're serious?"

"Quite serious. Their eyes glow and they have claws and fangs and they're actually really ugly if I'm being honest—ow!" Lydia had smacked his stomach with a huff. "And our dear Lydia here is also supernatural, she's a banshee."

Allison looked so confused, it was adorable. "What the hell is a banshee?"

"Basically, it means I scream when someone is going to die and then magically find the body," Lydia replied, wrinkling her nose. It sounded extremely morbid when she explained it like that. "It's really fun, to be honest."

"I need to sit down," Allison muttered, and Isaac pulled out a chair. "So, you're a werewolf," she pointed at Scott and he nodded. "And you are too?" Isaac nodded, looking slightly guilty. "And you find dead bodies."