Infatuated ~ Stiles Stilinski

.Wolf Moon •×• 1A.

《 episode 1A, season 1》

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I turned on my stomach once agian, trying to get comfortable.

I couldn't sleep. I could never get good sleep.

I slowly sat up and huffed like a child.

I looked out the window above my bed and examined the trees being blown by the wind.

I stretched my arms and slowly stood up from my bed, walking to my bedroom door.

Before I opened the door, I examined myself in the mirror that was hanging on the back of the door, looking at how drained I looked.

Then I studied my outfit I was wearing.

A thin blank baby blue t-shirt, with long black nike sweat pants.

They were folded at the bottom because they were to big.

They were Scott's pants.

I always took his things and oddly enough he took mine to.

We both hated it, but yet we still did it.

I sighed before grabbing the cold silver door knob and twisting it.

I pulled the door open.

I left it open and made my way down the stairs.

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a clear glass from the cupboard.

I walked to the fridge and placed the glass up against the button, allowing the water to fill the glass.

Once it was full I took a few drinks and set the glass down on the counter.

THUNK!

I heard a loud noise coming from outside.

I walked over to the front door and slowly opened it before I was stopped.

"Wait." Scott said grabbing my shoulder "get behind me."

I did as he told me to.

I mean if it's a predator, then I'm gonna let the man with a bat beat him instead of having to use my fist.

I followed behind him as we both slowly walked on the porch, searching for a burglar or something.

Then a man swung down from the roof, not hitting the ground though.

His foot was stuck.

"AAAAAAAAA!" we all scream in sync.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!"

I grabbed my chest in relief. It was just Scott's dorky friend.

"You weren't answering your phone!
..Why do you have a bat?"