Invisible String

000. Prologue

000. PROLOGUE

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The jeep's doors slammed shut at the same time when the two teenage boys hopped in. They both sighed, one in pain and the other. . . just sighed. The boy who had just sighed, sat in the driver's seat with a bag of ice on his head. Looking to his right, he watched as his best friend winced in pain.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You okay?" The driver asked, referring to the new tattoo his friend just got done. His friend glanced down at his covered arm, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"It kind of burns." he said.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Yes. You just had your skin stabbed about a hundred-thousand times with a needle." the mole speckled boy remarked.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." his friend said. The driver sighed and put the bag of ice on his head down, he jumped when his companion began groaning loudly in pain. "No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. I gotta take this thing off!" he said, starting to take of the white bandage off his arm.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "No, no, no, no, Scott, stop! Please, stop!" the boy with moles on his left cheek exclaimed, shutting his eyes and looking away from the sight, but never really looking away. When Scott took the whole thing off, the driver's eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa!" he gaped, watching as the two bands of his tattoo began to disappear.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Scott watched in horror and sadness as his first tattoo disappeared. "No, no, no, what?!" he questioned himself, the tattoo was now gone, as if it was never imprinted on his skin. He sighed, looking to his best friend as he frowned. "It healed."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The driver exhaled, putting the keys in the ignition and starting the car. "Thank God, I hated it." he muttered. Scott gave him a look, his eyes soft, and when the driver noticed, he winced. "Sorry."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Scott waved it off. "It's fine. Stiles, take me home, yeah? It's pretty late and I don't feel like going out anymore." the boy wiggled his eyebrows.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The driver scoffed, "Pussy. You owe me for gas." he swatted Scott's chest, earning a laugh from him. Scott calmed down, deciding to change the conversation.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "So, have you heard from Lydia? or. . . Cat?" Scott's eyebrows jumped, as in teasing.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Stiles shook his head, eyes rolling, and he turned right. "No, not since she left for the summer. But she's coming back, I think next week or something."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Scott chuckled, shaking his head. "God, you are so in love with her, aren't you?" Stiles rolled his eyes, a shy smile making it's way onto his face while he blushed slightly.