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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Briella hopped out of Stiles' jeep and sent him a look, "Tell me why I'm stuck with you?"
"Because we don't want Jackson asking you questions about anything." Stiles tell her as he opened the door to his house, "He already knows too much and doesn't need you blabbing-"
Slapping him on the back of the head Briella rolled her eyes, "Blabbing what, exactly? Scott already confirmed his suspicions, what else am I going to do?"
"Tell him everything."
"Haha-" Briella followed him into his room, "I'm not a fucking idiot."
"I know that." Stiles dropped down on his seat and pulled his laptop open, "Which is another reason you're here. You're actually smart and could probably help."
"I'm actually smart." Briella repeated while crossing her arms over her chest, "What a compliment. We should have asked Zelda to come as well, you know."
"Hey, Stiles!" His father greets.
Briella turned her head with Stiles at the sound of his dad calling him, but their eyes landed on Derek who was standing in the room.
"Yo, D-Derek. I, um-" Stiles shot up from his seat and shut the door, sticking only his head out of it.
"What'd you say?"
"What?" Stiles blinks his eyes a few times, "I said 'Yo- d-dad'."
"Is someone else in there with you?"
Briella walked towards the opening of the door and waved, "Hi, Sheriff Stilinski."
"Oh-" He wasn't expecting a girl, probably Scott, but not a girl, "You are?"
"I'm Briella." She answers with a smile on her face, her whole sarcastic attitude with Stiles completely disappearing, "I'm a friend of Stiles."
"Right..." Sheriff Stilinski pushed the door open a little wider, "Make sure this stays open-"
"Dad!" Stiles gaped in disturbance, "Oh, my God. It's not like that."
"It's really not." Briella says cringing a little bit, "We're doing a project for class.
"Right, well-" He finally focused back on Stiles, "Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."
"My first game..." Stiles took a second to register, "Guh, it's great. Awesome. Uh- good."
"I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud."
"Thanks." Stiles says rather awkwardly, "Me too. I'm happy and proud- of myself." Briella shut her eyes and wanted to cover her face, this was too awkward for her to be witnessing.
"So they're really gonna let you play, right?" Which made Briella turn her head away and cover her mouth because she wanted to laugh.
"Yeah, dad. I'm first line." Stiles kicked the back of Briella's leg, as subtle as he could, "Believe that?"
