Worlds Apart (Teen Wolf)

8 - Joke

        Lydia glares at me as she opens her front door, where none other than Stiles is standing. Stiles had texted her saying that he needed to talk to her about something. That something no doubt being me. However, I'm a little surprised when I see Malia standing behind him, analyzing the front of Lydia's house. I'm assuming he brought her here because she saw me earlier today. Scott probably would have been here, too, but he's sticking around at the hospital to make sure Liam is okay. 

        "Hey." Stiles bounces on his toes. 

        Lydia's lip press together. She pushes the door open wider to let the two of them inside. I hide behind Lydia, knowing that if Malia sees me, she'll say something. 

        I lean forward to whisper in Lydia's ear. "Malia is going to see me." 

        Lydia nods ever so slightly. "Malia, your hands are filthy. Why don't you go clean those up?" Lydia points down the hallway. "First door on the left."

        Malia stares down at her hands, frowning. "Oh. Okay."

        "So, uh, I have a really weird question to ask you and it's going to sound completely bizarre, but just be honest, because I'm freaking out right now. I- I don't know what to do." Stiles starts to spaz out. 

        I step around Lydia to stand by Stiles. "Just tell him."

        "She's here." Lydia blurts. 

        Stiles' mouth falls slack. He simply stares at Lydia, like he doesn't know how to comprehend those two words. I know it's a lot to take in. If the roles were reversed, I'd probably go in denial. 

        "Carter died in my arms, though. She- She can't still be here." Stiles shakes his head, hands held up. 

        I turn my head to Lydia. "I am dead." 

        "She is dead." Lydia says. "She's a ghost."

        Stiles head shakes from side to side. "That's not possible. Ghosts don't exist."

        I slowly reach out with my hand to caress my fingertips over his cheek. He jerks backwards, eyes wide. Stiles' hand brushes over his cheek, confused. 

        "That was Carter." Lydia motions to his cheek. 

        "This is insane." Stiles whispers before speaking at normal level again. "If this is some kind of joke, tell me right now because it's not funny."

        "It's not a joke." Malia wanders back in the room, eyes locked on me. "I see her. She's standing a little in front of you on your left." 

        Stiles' eyes slowly turn the way Malia said. "You can see her?"

        Malia walks forward until she is standing on my right. "How come I can see you?"

        I shake my head. "I don't know. I thought Lydia was the only one that could see me. You two are the only ones."

        "Wait." Lydia points to Malia. "Are you using your coyote eyes or your human eyes?"

        "Coyote- oh." Malia realizes. "Maybe that's how I can see you. I always flicker back and forth between them."

        "Don't use them for a second." I face Malia. 

        Malia blinks and frowns instantly. "Yeah, I can't see you anymore." 

        "Does that mean Scott could see me then?" I ask Lydia, curiously. 

        "It's possible." 

        "What- What are you guys doing?" Stiles points to the two of them. 

        "We're talking to Carter." Lydia says. 

        He shakes his head again. "This isn't funny, guys. Just stop already." 

        "It's not a joke, Stiles." Malia says. "I can see her." 

        "He doesn't believe." I whisper, sadly. "If you don't believe, you won't see us." 

        Stiles stumbles away from all of us, hands gripping his hair. He really doesn't believe I'm here. Lydia would never pull a joke like this. She doesn't pull jokes anyways. "She died in my arms! I held her while she was gasping for her last breath! Carter is dead." Stiles chokes up. A single tear slides down his cheek. "She's not here- She can't be."

        My own eyes fill with tears. "Lydia, you have to get him to believe. Please."

        "Stiles, we wouldn't lie to you about this." Lydia tries. 

        Stiles throws his arms down, yelling. "Then why can't I see her?!"

        "You don't believe." Malia says. "You are mindset that she is dead and believe that there is no way she could ever back. You refuse to believe that Carter could still be here."

        "This is ridiculous." Stiles paces around the room. "Ghosts aren't real and Carter isn't here."

        I grab Stiles' face in both of my hands. His eyes grow immensely wide at the feeling of something holding his face. He can't see me, but he can still feel me. That's a plus, right? His hands twitch by his sides. Stiles' mouth opens, yet no words come out. Lydia grabs Stiles' hands and place them over mine. 

        "Do you feel that?" Lydia asks him. "That's Carter." 

        Stiles looks down to see his hands hovering a little over his cheeks, like they are resting on something. His brows furrow, like they always do when he is beyond confused about something. This is when I could actually feel him. His fingers glide over mine, pushing between my fingers. Stiles can feel all of this. I know he can. He can feel my hands underneath his. 

        "How- How is this possible?" Stiles breathes. 

        "I-I don't know." I answer, knowing he can't hear me. I smile through my tears. "I just wish you could see me." 

        "She doesn't know." Malia relays for me. 

        "But, why can't I see her?" Stiles demands.

        "You still don't fully believe." I say. 

        Stiles removes a hand from mine and shoves his hand in his pocket. He answers. "Hey, dude. You won't believe- What?"

        "What's wrong?" I ask, worriedly. 

        "You did what?! Uh, alright. I'll meet you there." Stiles hangs up. "We have a problem. Scott bit Liam." 

        

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This is such a sucky chapter. It's really bad. Not proud at all. 

Next chapter will be way better. I promise. I'll make it up to you.

Question: When do you think it would be best for Stiles to see Carter for the first time?

So, yeah!