In the midst of a world wide pandemic, three best friends decide that they'll break the quarantine just once because they missed one another. After all, nothing bad could happen in just one night? All they wanted to do was hang out, maybe binge a sh...
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Zelda flinched at the sound of the alarm, it was so disgustingly loud. So she reached over and slammed her hand on it before rolling back over.
"Zelda, you need to get up."
"Just five more minutes."
"No, don't you want to see Briella."
Zelda sat up at the sound of her friend's name, "Briella! I almost forgot she wasn't with us."
"I'm sure she'd love to hear that." Ronald tossed her a backpack, "We need to actually get ready and head out since we're riding bikes there."
"Bikes?"
"Yeah, Melissa had an extra." Ronald explains as he pulls a shirt on, "So you're going to stand on the back begs and hold onto me. Or you can hold onto Scott on his bike."
"Oh my God, Scott-" Zelda got up from her bed, still in her pajamas which consisted of Melissa's old ones. She stumbled from her room and opened Scott's to see that he had his shirt lifted up, "Are you okay? How's the bite?"
Scott dropped his shirt instantly at the sight of her, "Uh... It's okay."
Zelda realizing what she did bows out, "Oh, right, sorry to intrude..."
Ronald stood in the hall with an amused look on his face, "You've lived here for a day and forgot that he wasn't related to you already?"
"I got concerned." Zelda defended herself as she walked back into her room to get ready, "You saw that bite and that thing that bit him."
"Yeah, looked like a werewolf."
"Werewolves aren't real."
"And neither is interdimensional travel, yet explain this."
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Briella barely got any sleep. The bed was not the problem at all, it was the fact that she was so worried about her friends. And since she doesn't sleep well in foreign places. Now that Briella thought of it, she barely got any sleep these past few days. She picked her phone up from the charger, which she had gotten at the mall. Mrs. Whittemore didn't exactly look at what she was buying Briella other than the clothes.
She almost forgot lightning chargers were a thing in 2011. Briella paused while she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Just realizing that there wasn't some quarantine keeping her in, that she was really about to be able to go to class. Granted, it wasn't her school in Sacramento but it was still school.
Though, she wanted to know one thing. How she couldn't remember much from Teen Wolf, only small things, like names. She remembered names. And that werewolves were a thing. But things were fuzzy in her mind.
"Hey-" Jackson could be heard from the other side of her bedroom door, his fists most likely creating the noise against the wood, "Hurry the hell up."
