Aspen Juniper Veata has only ever known Beacon Hills to be a quiet and dainty town. Herself, along with her best friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, had gone unnoticed by their peers in high school for as long as they could remember. Aspen ha...
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Riding in the vehicle for a couple of hours was enough for Aspen to fall asleep in Stiles back seat. They had driven around the whole down in search of Scott but nothing. Aspen had nagged on Stiles for two hours straight about telling Allison her middle name was Juniper. He insisted that people would find out eventually, and it was better just to let people hear it.
Fortunately for Aspen, Stiles refrained from asking any question about Isaac, eve after hearing Allison comment on it being a date. She would tell both Scott and Stiles about her new friend once this whole werewolf business was in order.
The sun had made its grand entrance over the mountains of beacon hills, allowing its beams to dancing along Aspen's nose. She nuzzled herself in the back seat of Stiles jeep with Stiles coat that he provided to keep her warm while driving the majority of the morning.
"Woah Woah, hey June get up. I see Scott." Stiles insisted as he used his right arms to pat Aspen's head and ruffle out her hair. She groaned from his interruption and slowing sat up in her seat to fix her hair.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she made out a blurry Scott walking along the side of the road just next to the woods.
"Oh, thank god," Aspen sighed, leaning forward in her seat and resting her head on Stiles' shoulder.
Slowing down next to Scott, he spun around, and relief washed over his features at the familiar blue jeep's sight. He was shirtless, holding his forearm as if he was injured and his pants looked worn and dirty. Scott climbed in the driver's seat, and Aspen immediately draped Stiles' jacket over his shoulder, assuming he must have been cold being out all night.
The car ride was quiet, for the most part, not sure where to begin. Aspen nibble on her thumbnail, looking between both Scott and Stiles waiting for them to speak.
"You know there's only one thing that really worries me right now," Scott finally spoke.
"Aw, is it Allison?" Aspen chimed, leaning on Scott's passenger seat. He tilted his head back with a smile before Stiles scoffed.
"Aspen, stop being such a girl and Scott so help me, I will punch you in the head right now if you say yes," Stiles warned him, causing both Aspen and Scott to roll their eyes.
"Ugh, she hates me. I left her at the party and said nothing." Scott groaned, looking out the window to see the trees in passing.
"She asked about you, Scott. That has to count for something. I'm just wondering what excuse you're going to make up to earn her forgiveness." Aspen told him, relief washing over him somewhat.
"Or he can just tell her the truth," Stiles suggested.
"What?"
"Why wouldn't he wanna revel in the awesomeness that he's a werewolf?"
