𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Hangover

Hi... so... it's been a while. Anyway, I felt like returning to this after a long time away and have some motivation to continue. I have the rest of Season One's chapters edited/completely rewritten so I should be getting the rest of those out soon and then finish editing Season Two and finally beginning Season Three! 

Hope everyone enjoys!

[REWRITTEN]

I

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"We really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school."

"Sarah's the same way. After the car accident and now this, I feel like she wants to cover me in bubble wrap and never let me out of the house again."

"Yeah, well, you guys don't live with the sheriff, okay?" Stiles says, glancing back at us. "There's no comparison, trust me."

We continue down the path under the light of an almost full moon and deeper into the wooded area near Woodland Pond. "Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?"

"Yes, when your best friend gets dumped-"

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."

"Alright, well, when one of your best friends gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break," Stiles pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack. "You get that best friend drunk." He holds it up with a big smile.

Stiles and I had snuck a bottle of Jack out of his dad's stash last night after he left for a call and now, here we are, leading Scott into the forest to drink away his sorrows.

The further in we go, the more I think Stiles' "let's go into the woods at midnight and get super wasted" idea isn't the greatest. I mean, it's almost pitch black and I can't see shit. It's practically still winter and I'm freezing my ass off. It rained two days ago, so now all of the ground is muddy and—

"Damnit!" They whirl around to see me fighting the mud from swallowing my shoe, leaving my dark blue converse coated in the sludge. "Stiles, why couldn't we just lay on my roof like we always do when swiping your dad's alcohol?"

"Because..."

"I'm listening."

"Because... why do you complain so much? God, you're like Eeyore in human form. I mean look at Scott, it's like you've taken all of the joy out of him."

I look at Scott, he shrugs as Stiles continues walking, leading us toward the bottom of the large, rocky hill just north of the Hale house.

"So, you think your dad's going to figure out we stole his Jack?"

"No, no." I raise my brows at him as he stares into the bottle. "Maybe not."

"Never mind." I pull the bottle from his hands and take a swig.

"Hey!"

"Sharing is caring, Stiles." He grabs it back. "Wait, I—"

"What was that, Wes?"

I glare at his smirk. "Shut up and drink."

After about an hour of this, Stiles and I are completely wasted.

"Dude, you know, she's just one... one girl. You know out of so many... There are so many other girls in the sea."

"Fish in the sea." Scott corrects him.