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riley-phoenix · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Malia X Reader(gender not specified), Scott X Kira, Alisson X Isaac, Jackson X Ethan, Lydia X Aiden, Stiles X Derek, Theo X Liam, Mason X Corey

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: General stupid teenager trip stuff, smut, fluff, alcohol, nudity

Author's Note: I saw this post by @rottenstyx and it inspired me to write this fic, apologies if someone has already written it. Also, sorry this took SO long to write. I'm always busy and I never managed to find the time.

Summary: With graduation just around the corner, the senior members of the pack will soon be leaving Beacon Hills High School. You suggest the entire pack take a road trip together and just do some normal teenager things for a change, but what happens when you take a break from hunting evil and go on vacation?

The end of the school year. It was that time of year again, that time of year that normally brought a sense of joy along with it. That time of year that you and the rest of the pack would normally wait for eagerly... But not this year. Because this year, it was your last school holiday before college.

You had two things on your mind. Firstly, an unforgettable time with your friends. You wanted to spend one last, villian-free trip together before the end of an era dawned, and the majority of you would officially end your tenure at Beacon Hills High.

Secondly, and most importantly, you had a college decision to make. A hard one. Your girlfriend, Malia, had been placed on the waiting list at Santa Ana. While you were on the waiting list at both Santa Ana and Stanford. However, in a moment of madness, when questioned about it by Malia, you froze and only mentioned Stanford. Why would you do that? Because Stanford had always been your dream school. That was until you got another dream, to go to the same school as Malia. It was all you talked about for the past month. Sharing a dorm, walking each other to class, coming down together for the holidays; and now you were split between worlds.

You walked into your room to gather the last of your things for the trip. You were all driving up to Lydia's family's Lake House for the weekend. You sighed as you packed some clothes into a suitcase when Scott walked in.

"Ready?".

"Almost".

"What're you planning on doing when we get there?", Scott asked curiously.

You paused, "...I thought we were just gonna hang out. Why? Is there some serious conversation you needed to have?".

"Yeah... With Kira".

"Right! She's taking a gap year to go on that Asia trip with her parents".

"...And I dont know what we're gonna do since we were supposed to go on all those campus tours together. I can't just do nothing for a year".

"But you also don't wanna be a year ahead of her".

Scott nodded his head, "What about you and Malia? You guys probably have some stuff to clear out since you're going to different colleges".

"That's... Not the only problem we're having", you said shyly.

"Meaning?", Stiles said as he entered the room.

"Well... We've been dating for a while now. And we've said 'I love you', but we haven't..."

Scott and Stiles looked on in confusion.

You sighed, "Y'know, we haven't... Done it yet".

"Ooohhh", they said at the same time.

"Yeah, you ought to have that talk", Stiles said.

"Oh, Please", you responded, rolling you eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?", Stiles asked.

"You've had a crush on Derek for years and you haven't even talked to him about it yet".

"I have a pact".

"With?", Scott asked.

"Liam. I'll talk to Derek when he talks to Theo".

You and Scott laughed under your breath and Stiles rolled his eyes, "Can we go now?", He asked impatiently.

"Yeah, Let's get moving", you said as the three of you headed outside.

About an hour later, you all arrived at the luxurious cabin. You shuffled inside with multiple bags in hand and threw them inside an empty room.

"Hi!", A voice called out enthusiastically. You turned around to see Malia, with her arms outstretched, moving towards you. She placed her arms gently around your neck and gave you a peck on the lips.

"Hi", you said, as you kissed her back.

"How was your drive?", She asked.

"Fine. Where's everyone else?".

"Outside. Mason and Corey are starting a barbeque".

You walked outside, hand in hand, and found Mason had already set up the barbeque stand while Corey prepared the meat.

Later that evening, you sat on a fold-up chair and praised a hotdog, possibly the best you've ever tasted. "Oh my god, Mason what is in this?".

He smiled, "It's Corey's secret recipe".

You looked at Corey expectedly.

Corey put his hands up in defence, "A magician never reveals his secrets".

You laughed, took another bite of the delicious hotdog and noticed something out of the corner of your eye. On the edge of the dock, Scott and Kira were sitting side by side on the wooden platform above the water, engaged in a conversation; and it looked serious.

"I... Don't know what I'm gonna do next year", Scott said.

"What'd you mean?", Kira asked.

Scott sighed, "We were supposed to go on all those campus tours together, pick one and start the year together. Now you're taking a gap year... I don't wanna do nothing for an entire year but... I also don't wanna start a year before you".

Kira sighed, "Right... The Asia trip. It meant so much to my parents I didn't think about how it would affect... Us. Do you want me to not go?".

"Only if you don't want to".

Kira sighed, "But I do want to, Scott... But I also want to start freshman year with you... Together".

"...Are we gonna be together next year?".

"Yes! God, yes... I love you, Scott McCall".

"I love you too... So... What are we gonna do then?".

Kira thought for a second, then, an idea sparked in her head, "Come with me".

"What?".

"Come with me. On the trip, and we'll do the campus tours after. That way you don't have to spend a year waiting for me and we can still start freshman year together".

Scott considered the idea, then he smiled. A big, bright genuine smile. "Okay", he said, as he leaned forward to cup her cheek with his hand and kiss her passionately.

You couldn't hear what they were saying but you were happy they made up, and seeing them have the tough conversation they were avoiding made you realise there was a talk you'd been avoiding as well. You looked around for Malia but couldn't find her. Excusing yourself, you headed inside the house to look for her. You opened the door to the room you had kept your bags in, and at the very same time caught Malia exiting the shower; completely naked.

"Oh--Sh--Sorry!", You exclaimed as you turned around.

"*your name*, I'm fine with you seeing me naked", she said with a chuckle.

"I'm not"

Once again, she chuckled, "You're cute... What's up?".

"I... Wanted to talk to you about something".

"Okay then", she said as she waited patiently for you to speak, although an impending silence filled the air.

"Can you put a towel on please?".

"Ugh, fine"

You waited a few seconds for her to cover herself up. "You can turn around now".

You turned around and saw Malia wrapped In a white towel, folded neatly just above her breasts and her hair still slightly damp. "So... You had something on your mind".

"Yeah. I was thinking... We've been dating a long time...".

"We have".

"And I was thinking... Before we graduate. There's something we haven't done before that I think I'm ready to do... But not sure if you feel the same way about--".

"You wanna have sex", Malia says quite bluntly.

"Yeah", you say, with a hint of embarrassment.

"Why're you so nervous about this".

"Because I... I haven't...", You sighed, "I haven't done this before".

"You're a virgin?".

"Yeah".

Malia paused, and observed the situation carefully before speaking again, "You said you were ready", Malia said, with her big, brown, soul bearing eyes staring into yours.

"I am. I just wasn't sure if you were".

"I am", she says, with absolutely no hesitation. "So...."

"I don't know", you say shyly.

Malia leans forward and kisses you, then she leans back, and slowly, seductively, removes the towel and let's it fall to the floor. She's completely naked. "Now you", she says.

You start removing your clothes. Following her moves, you take them off slowly and let them fall to the floor, letting her watch and enjoy and allowing her lust for you to grow stronger. Soon you're both completely naked.

Malia leans forward to kiss you again, this time you place your hands around her waist and push her down onto the bed. All of a sudden, the door swings open and Stiles and Derek barge in, half naked and kissing each other.

"Stiles!?", You scream out.

"*your name*!?", Stiles responds.

"Derek!?", Malia exclaims.

"Malia!?", Derek shouts.

"WHAT!?", Derek and Stiles scream simultaneously.

"GET OUT!", You and Malia yell in response.

Embarrassed, Stiles and Derek stumbled out of the room. You sighed, "Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?", You asked.

"Agreed", Malia said desperately.

You both streaked naked out of the room and ran into a nearby closet. Inside, it was pitch black. Despite not being able to see a thing, you started again. You took Malia in your arms and, chest to chest, you started embracing each other in passionate kisses, earning small moans from each other along the way.

You felt a hand reach around your neck and pull you in.

Then a second one around the small of your back.

And then another one touch your leg.

"Wait, what?"

You turned on the lights and turned around to see that Theo and Liam, also naked, were also in the closet.

"Liam!?", Malia exclaimed.

"Malia!?", Theo shouted.

"We are NOT doing this again", you said with a hint of annoyance. You grabbed Malia by the hand and once again, streaked across the house naked back to the room you were in originally. You placed a tie on the handle for privacy before shutting the door. You knew you were going to be in there for a long time.

You woke up the next morning wrapped in the sheets with Malia asleep next to you. You leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled. "Good morning", you said, as you kissed her again.

"Good morning", she replied, and paused before speaking as if to say something emotional or meaningful "I was hoping we could do this for the first time before we leave. Since we're going to different schools, y'know?"

"Yeah... I know exactly what you mean", you say with a hint of guilt.

You walked outside, hand in hand, both with untidy hair and joined the others for breakfast. You noticed the twins laughing about something.

"Ethan, Aiden, What's up?", You asked. They both signalled for you to be quiet as Jackson entered the room. He had a magic marker moustache and goatee drawn on his face and yet still, he walked with his usual sense of self confidence.

"What's wrong?", Jackson asked as he noticed everyone staring.

"Nothing, babe", Ethan said as they kissed.

Everyone laughed under their breath and you heard a sound come from your laptop. You opened it up and noticed that there were two notifications from your emails. You opened them and horror fell upon your face as you read them.

An acceptance letter from Santa Ana.

And...

An acceptance letter from Stanford.

"Shit!", You exclaimed

"What was that?", Malia asked.

"Hm? Oh, nothing".

You knew this decision was going to be hard. Do you go to your dream school or do you go to school with Malia? Both would be amazing. In truth, you were hoping fate would make the decision for you by getting you accepted by one and rejected from the other, leaving you with no choice. Well, here you were with a choice, and you didn't wanna make it, but time was running out.

"Hey guys, I invited a few people over to have a party later tonight", Jackson said.

"Should be fun", Aiden says, with his arm around Lydia's shoulder.

"Nothing too crazy, Jackson. My parents will kill me if this place gets trashed".

"Relax, it's just a few people".

A few hours later...

Literally every 12th grader from Beacon Hills High is stuffed into the cabin. Loud pop music plays in the background as people dance and play party games.

At the dart board, your team needs a bullseye to level things up, and Isaac has been your shining star so far. He's hit the centre on 7 out of his previous 9 attempts. Allison's team watches on in anticipation, if Isaac misses, they win.

"Miss, Isaac! Miss!", Allison screams in the background.

Isaac turns to her before throwing the dart. "Sorry babe, nothing's making me miss this shot".

Allison lifts up her shirt and bra and reveals her breasts to Isaac. Drooling over them, he doesn't pay attention to board and throws the dart completely wide.

"NO!", you scream in despair as the other team begins to cheer.

The party went on late into the night as people played spin the bottle, truth or dare and beer pong. Alot happened but somewhere in the night, Malia kissed Lydia causing everyone to cheer. You were asked to tell the truth about when you lost your virginity, and when you replied "Yesterday", it was met with silence followed by uproarious laughter and Allison proved to have a surprisingly high alcohol tolerance.

The next morning, everyone besides the pack had left, and you were all just about finished cleaning up the cabin. When you were done, you threw the garbage bags aside and sat around a fire. "I've got the strong stuff!", Lydia says as she joins the rest of the pack with a bottle of Jager in hand.

"This is it", you say in a gloomy tone. "This is the last thing we do together before we leave for college".

The statement sends a ripple effect of sadness throughout the pack. An impending silence fills the air for more than a minute as you all reminisce about everything that's happened over the last few years. "To Beacon Hills", Lydia says as she takes a large sip of Jager and passes it along. Soon everyone has taken a sip of the strong alcohol and said, in various different tones, "To Beacon Hills!".

As everyone finished up their conversations, you pulled Malia aside asking if you could talk, and she obliged. "What's up?", She asked.

"Malia... I haven't been completely honest with you. There's alot I need to tell you, so... You need to promise to let me finish. This is important".

"Oh...okay", she says softly.

"I was on the waiting list for Santa Ana, but what I didn't tell you was that I was also on the waiting list for Stanford. I didn't tell you because even though I really really wanna go to the same school as you... It's always been my dream to go to Stanford. And I've just been accepted to both. I've made My decision...

... and I'm going to Stanford. Look, I know what they say about long distance relationships, but we're special, we can make it work--"

"--*your name*", she says.

"--Because if you think about it were going to be really busy with classes anyway, and I know you really wanted to share a dorm and I'm sorry--"

"--*your name*", she says again.

"--But I swear I'll come and see you every holiday and every time I'm free and I'll call you all the time as well--"

"--*YOUR NAME*!", She exclaimed, much louder than before.

"Yeah?", You asked, expecting the worst.

"I'm happy you're going to Stanford".

"Really?".

"Yeah... 'cause... I haven't been entirely honestly with you either".

"What'd you mean?"

Malia reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "This", she handed it to you and you unfolded it. It was an acceptance letter to Stanford.

"YOU GOT INTO STANFORD!?".

"Hey!", She said as she squinted her eyes, slightly offended.

"Sorry", you said with an apologetic chuckle. "...Why didn't you tell me?", You asked.

"The same reason you didn't tell me about Santa Ana".

You laughed, you laughed in relief and then Malia joined you, placing her hands over your shoulders and leaning her face closer to yours. "So... What're we doing?", You asked.

"We're going to Stanford, *your name*, and we're going together".

You smiled a huge, beaming smile of relief and pulled Malia in for a long, tantalizing kiss. You looked out into the sunset, unsure of what your futures hold, but grateful you get to experience it together.

The moment is interrupted by Stiles' police radio message, "We need all units available to make their way to the woods we have found half a dead body, I repeat we have found half a dead body, over".

Stiles raises his finger and opens his mouth to speak but is cut off.

"NO!", Everyone yells at once.

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stardreamt · 6 years ago

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Forbidden Love

A fanfiction about Teen Wolf featuring Stydia and friends. It’s really something I’m proud of. It’s my pride and joy. The best work of art I’ve ever written. Enjoy!

It was two in morning. Lydia didn’t know why she was in this coffee shop owned by none other than Derek and Christopher, the towns power couple. She had been fighting with herself on whether to tell Stiles. She knew he needed to know. She knew it was crucial to their relationship to stay honest, but she didn’t want to hurt him. She knew werewolves were her natural enemies and that it would cause problems with Scott and the others. She just didn’t know what to do. She was a vampire and she couldn’t tell anyone.

Stiles was tossing and turning in his bed. The pain was keeping him awake. He hadn’t told anyone but Lydia about the new gash on his side. He wasn’t going to heal from this and he knew it. That, however, he didn’t tell even Lydia. That, he kept to himself. It was too much for him. He stumbled out of bed and rushed to Scott who was sleeping over. “Scott,” he said. “Scott buddy I’m in so much pain.” Scott woke up. “What is it bro?” “My side. I can’t take it anymore.” Stiles was close to sobbing. Scott got out of bed, helping his friend sit down. Stiles was coming in and out of consciousness. “Call,” he breathed out, “call Lydia. I want her here if I… if I don’t…” He was out again. Succumbed to the deep darkness that was his void of a mind.

Lydia’s phone rang out loudly in the quiet coffee shop. She looked at the number. Scott. “Hello?” She asked. “Stiles is in trouble,” he said from the phone. “It doesn’t look good.” Lydia hung up immediately, leaving three hundred dollars on the table for a tip. The air was cold as she ran to stiles house. She had forgotten her car at home when she left her house. She ran as fast as she could until she got to his house. She pushed open the door loudly. Stiles dad was working double duty tonight. She wondered if she should call him. “Lydia, you’re here,” Scott said. He looked scared. He never looked scared, only ugly. She looked down to stiles who was sweating and shaking and half conscious. She looked to Scott. They knew what had to be done.

Stiles was barely conscious, but conscious enough to that the love of his life was here and he wouldn’t die alone with only Scott’s gross face looking down at him. Lydia looked like Jesus standing in the moonlight of his window. But she looked scared and determined. Scott, too. “Okay, pal,” Scott said, “I’m sorry. It has to be done.” And then Scott bit him. It was painful and stiles felt like Bella swan from the hit Summit Entertainment movie Twilight. Stiles was screaming in pain until all the pain was gone. He sat up abruptly. He looked up. Lydia was crying and Scott was staring in awe. Stiles looked down at himself. He studied his hands and his skin. He wasn’t a human anymore. He was a real boy. He was animated. He was a wererealboy.

“I know I’m just getting over my cocoa fudge addiction and it causes extreme hallucinations, but is this for real? Am I really seeing this?” Lydia asked. “This is no cocoa conundrum, Lydia,” stiles said. “I think I’m a wererealboy.” Scott wiped the sweat from his meaty brow. “Thank jod. I didn’t think it was going to work. I thought it would kill you.” Stiles stood up, embracing Lydia. “I’m alive. I’m a wererealboy but I’m alive. My wound is gone.” “I’m so happy for you,” Lydia said, but she was more scared than anything. She was a vampire. Were- anything’s were her enemy. Stiles was now her enemy.

The days past and stiles was feeling better than ever. He was excited for the party Alison was throwing him at his own house tonight. Everyone was invited: sheriff Stilinski, stiles, Lydia, Allison, Isaac, the power couple, and Scott’s mom. That was the guest list. The golden guest list. He was ready to partayyy. There would cool jams because Derek was going to DJ and Christopher was going to be his hype man. Stiles dad and Melissa were going to cater the party with their home baked goods. Alison and Isaac were going to do some spoken word poetry and a dance routine. And finally, stiles and Lydia were going to do a couples duet to the song Boyfriend by BTR, Stiles favorite band. This was going to be one groovy party.

The music was loud and it distracted Lydia from the horrific thought of Stiles being her enemy. They danced together to the songs Derek and Christopher DJ’d. Allison and Isaac were getting ready for their dance routine. Their poem was about darkness. Their dance routine was going to be something more excited and upbeat. It would really bring everyone’s spirits up. “Hey,” Lydia said to Stiles while they danced to the techno beats. “I have to talk to you about something.” “About what?” Stiles asked, flipping his cartoon hair out of his face. “Your… condition.” Stiles’ animated face looked sad. “Do you think I’m ugly?” “Of course, not Stiles,” Lydia said. “Only Scott is ugly.” Stiles smiled genuinely. “He’s hideous.” “It’s about me, too,” she said. “What about you?” “Well,” she started, but before she could finish, the song stopped. “Let’s get ready to DANCE PARTY PEOPLE!” Christopher called out. “Here comes my daughter and son who aren’t technically married but I love this little boi so he is my son! They are going to dance!” And so the music turned loud and hip-hoppy and Allison and Isaac did a series of turns and leaps and lifts and even some backflips. They jumped and practically flew gracefully through the air like two delicious nightingales. Their dance was really quite spiritual. Lydia and Stiles were to sing next. She was nervous.

Singing with Lydia was Stiles’ favorite thing to do. He loved singing songs from the disney channel original movie lemonade mouth especially, but BTR was his favorite band. He knew he had to go with that song. Lydia didn’t mind so long as she got to sing the riffs and harmonies. Stiles was nervous, though. Lydia said she had something to tell him. How was he going to execute a perfectly sung Boyfriend with the nerves getting to him. “Relax,” Lydia said, “I’ll tell you later.” Stiles nodded. “Okay. Let’s make this duet our best.” They took the stage which was the Stilinski living room coffee table. It barely fit both of them, let alone Allison and Isaac’s dancing. They were really wizards, Stiles guessed. Lydia took and mic and Stiles took his. “Alright are you guys ready for some rock n’ roll?!” they asked their friends. Their friends cheered, lifting their capri suns into the air in camaraderie. The music played and they sang wonderfully, angelically. “Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boy Have you ever had the feeling you're drawn to someone? (Yeah) And there isn't anything they could of said or done? And everyday I see you on your own And I can't believe that you're alone But I overheard your girls and this is what they said Looking for a Looking for a That you're looking for a boyfriend I see that Gimme time, you know I'm gonna be there Don't be scared to come put your trust in me Can't you see all I really want to be Is your boyfriend Can't fight that Knock me down you know I'm coming right back I don't care at all what you done before All I really want is to be your Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Let me take a little moment to find the right words (To find the right words) So when I kick it to you it ain't something that you've heard (Something that you've heard) I don't know what kind of guy that you prefer But I know I gotta put myself forwards See I think got the kind of love that you deserve And I heard That you're looking for a boyfriend I see that Give me time, you know I'm gonna be that Don't be scared to come put your trust in me Can't you see all I really want to be Is your boyfriend Can't fight that Knock me down you know I'm coming right back I don't care at all what you done before All I really want is to be your Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend If you tell me where, I'm waiting here Everyday like slum-dog millionaire Bigger than the twilight love affair I'll be here Girl I swear Looking for a Looking for a That your looking for a boyfriend I see that Give me time, you know I'm gonna be that Don't be scared to come put your trust in me Can't you see all I really want to be Is your boyfriend Can't fight that Knock me down you know I'm coming right back I don't care at all what you done before All I really want is to be your Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend (Your boyfriend) Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend (All I really want is to be your) (Your boyfriend) Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend (Yeah) (All I really want is to be your) Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend All I really want is to be your” Their friends cheered. Isaac was crying into Allison’s shoulder over how amazing the song was. Melissa was on the ground sobbing. Christopher had to hold Derek because it was too emotional. They had done a good job. They were truly stars.

Lydia was still out of breath from that last high note. “Wow,” Stiles said, “that last note was so good. It was so loud, like you were screaming like a banshee.” “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” she said. “Guys, be quiet!” Melissa shouted, answering her phone. The room went silent. “Where are you mom?” everyone could hear from the phone. Oh no it was stupid Scott. “I-,” Melissa looked around at everyone. “I’m at a party.” “With who?” he asked, angrily. “With- with your friends,” she said. “MOM! HOW COULD YOU DO THI-” Melissa hung up on him. She shrugged, tossing her phone into the garbage disposal and turning it on. “Who needs that moldy rice cake of a son anyway?” Everyone laughed along, partying until the break of dawn.

It was later that night. Stiles and Lydia were in his room listening to some ABBA. “What did you need to tell me?” Stiles asked, turning down Dancing Queen. Lydia sighed. “I need you to know something about me.” “What is it?” “I’m… I’m… I’m a vampire,” she said, showing him her cup that he originally thought was filled with fruit punch capri sun. It was actually filled with blood. “I don’t know what to say,” Stiles said, close to tears. “I’m a wererealboy. We are supposed to be mortal enemies.” “I know,” Lydia said, a single tear falling down her cheek. Stiles wiped it away. “It will be okay. I will just turn back into a human.” “How?” Lydia asked, sniffling. “By making a potion of course,” he said. “I read it online.” Lydia stood up. “Are you sure about this? Do you really want to give up being a wererealboy and give up all your special powers like Irish Step Dancing and the innate ability to follow a Paula Deen cooking tutorial perfectly?” Stiles shrugged. “None of that can compare to being with you, Lydia.” Lydia smiled. “Then let’s do it.” Stiles got up, collecting the ingredients from his mini fridge in is closet. “We need three miles of butter, the blood of a virgin, a handful of cold green beans, and twelve seconds of imitation vanilla extract.” “Where’d you get the virgin blood?” “The neighbor’s newborn.” The couple stirred together the ingredients in a medium saucepan over low heat and then let it simmer for twelve to fifteen minutes. “Nice.”

Lydia was in awe. Stiles took the mixture and downed the whole thing in under three seconds. “It tastes wonderful,” he said. “That’s good,” she said. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah,” she said. His face suddenly turned confused. “I feel funny.” “Stiles,” Lydia yelled, “your skin!” Sure enough, his skin was slowly morphing from cartoon to real. He was turning back into a human. He was back to Stiles again. “I can’t believe this!” he cried in happiness.” “I’m so happy! We can be together!” They hugged eachother and kissed and then spent the rest of the night listening to ABBA full blast while everyone from the party was passed out drunk from all the capri suns.