"Mmm. Did they forget my curly fries?" The sheriff asked.
Stiles and I were eating dinner in the sheriffs squad car. This had become a regular thing every Friday night.
"You're not supposed to eat fries dad, especially the curly ones." Stiles advised.
"Well, I'm the one carrying a lethal weapon." The sheriff joked. "If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries."
I chuckled and looked at Stiles, who looked at his dad, "if you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you ARE wrong."
Suddenly, the police scanner came to life,
'Unit 1, do you copy?'
Stiles reached for the walkie talkie, but the sheriff slapped his hand away. He picked up the walkie and began speaking to the deputy on the other line,
"Unit 1, copy."
Stiles started stuffing his face with curly fries. I punched his shoulder and I muttered 'are you kidding me Stilinski?' Just loud enough for him to hear. He shrugged at me and I took the last couple of fries from the container.
'Got a report of a possible 187'
Stiles quickly looked up from his empty fry container and turned his gaze at the sheriff. He tried to speak but his sentence was muffled by the large amount of curly fries in his mouth.
"A murder?!"
<•>
Stiles's dad pulled up to the video store. We saw a few police cars and an ambulance. Lydia was sitting in it and Jackson was yelling at a paramedic that he wanted to go home.
"Stay here." The sheriff told us.
Stiles and I watched from the squad car as Mr. Stilinski walked up to Jackson and Lydia.
"Why the hell can't I just go home?" Jackson asked. "I'm fine."
"I hear you. But the EMT said you hit your head pretty hard. We just want to make sure you don't have a concussion." The sheriff told him.
We Stiles and I listened to Jackson yelled at the sheriff. We slowly got out of the car and I saw that Stiles had this angry look on his face. I felt the same way. Sheriff Stilinski was the closest thing I had to a father. And I hated to see him being degraded by a jerk off like Jackson.
"I WANT TO GO HOME!" Jackson finished screaming in the sheriff's face. A gurney caught my eye and I saw a figure, covered by a sheet, coming out of the video store.
"Oh woah is that a dead body?!" Stiles yelled, also noticing the gurney. Everyone stopped and turned to it. Except for the sheriff. Who glared at Stiles.
"Ok everyone back up." One of the deputies said while the medics wheeled the body onto the ambulance.
Stiles and I got back in the car. I looked above the video store to see Derek and Scott. Looming over the scene.
<•>
"Just a friendly reminder; parent teacher conferences are tonight." Mr. Harris reminded us, "Students below a C average are required to attend.
"I won't name you because the shame and self disgust should be more than enough punishment." He added, "Has anyone seen Scott McCall?"
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Drawn (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)
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