Charlie McCall (Season 1)

"Formality"

All credits of the story go to Jeff Davis and the production team for Teen Wolf. I do not own the series, or any of the characters. The only characters I own are Charlie, and the ones that don't appear in the television series.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, profanities, sex, alcohol, drugs, etc. For mature audiences only.

Light flooded the room as I blinked my eyes open. While stretching my limbs, a yawn escaped my mouth, signaling a good night's rest. Laying in my bed, I could feel the warmth it provided radiating off of my body, the sheets of my bed hugging all around me. I missed this. The feeling of unbothered, delightful sleep.

With all of the chaos lately, sleeping has proven to be somewhat difficult. When I closed my eyes, my thoughts would be filled with worries, thinking through different scenarios, and possible ways to fix them. Thinking about the Alpha's next moves, or how close the hunters were to finding out about Scott. If I actually managed to fall asleep, I would get images of the same nightmare, the one of Peter standing over me, and everyone around me dead.

Somehow, though, I managed to get decent rest. Yesterday was interesting to say the least, but it ended on a good note. We saved my mom from becoming Peter Hale's next victim, and then I made amends with Allison.

I rolled over on my sheets, searching for my phone on my side table. Once I found it, I clicked it on, reading the time. It was 10:03 AM! I knew it was a Sunday, but I haven't been able to sleep in this late anymore. There was also a message from Allison.

Hey, Charlie. I'll be driving the three of us to the mall after school tomorrow, so don't worry about finding a ride :)

Allison, that's right! I'm going dress shopping with her and Lydia after school tomorrow at the mall. Just thinking about it sent a nervous thrum through my body. Funny how I could be anxious about dress shopping AND an Alpha werewolf at the same time. Two very drastically different problems.

I crawled out of bed, sauntering over to my door to talk to Scott. He didn't know that I was going to be hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, or whatever they were, tomorrow. I should probably tell him about it. I should also check up on him because I never heard when he got home last night, or if he got home at all.

I stepped into the hallway, a rush of cold air hitting my body. I realized I was still in my pajamas, which were just a pair of shorts, and an oversized t-shirt. My face felt grimy and gross from the deep sleep, and I just knew my hair was a tangled mess. Sure, I looked like crap, but I was only going to see Scott. He wouldn't care what I looked like.

I knocked on the door. "Come in!" Scott announced loudly for me. At least I know he made it home safely.

I opened the door, and sitting in a chair directly in front of it was Stiles Stilinski. He had a gentle smile on his face, and once he took in my appearance, it turned into a teasing grin. "Wow, look who just woke up."

I glared at him, walking over to Scott's bed to sit down crisscross applesauce. "Shut up, Stilinski."

"Morning, Charlie," Scott mumbled distractedly. He was digging in his side table, searching for something. "Call it again, Stiles."

Stiles let out a pained sigh, looking up at Scott. "It's not here."

"What's not here?" I asked.

"My phone, it's missing!" Scott cried out, dramatically throwing himself across the bed to get to the other side of it. Why he couldn't have just walked around it, I don't know. He likes doing things the hard way, I guess.

"So, you lost your phone!" Stiles stated, throwing his hands up in the air. "Why don't you just get a new one?"

"I can't afford a new one!" Scott exclaimed, dropping his body to the floor, peering under his bed. "And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."