chapter fifteen

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i'm sitting here crying on my porch steps.

wednesday, july 30
beacon hills cemetery
third person pov

"Give me my cookies!"

Thomas glared at Stiles as he responded, "You made me get them for you, so no. You have to wait until we get back the the motel."

Stiles pouted, there had been a table of cookies and lemonade after the funeral, and he had asked Thomas to grab him some.

"Please, Tommy?"




"Please? Pretty pretty please??"


Stiles frowned, "Tommy. Thomas. Tom Tom."

Thomas heaved a heavy sigh.


It wasn't Thomas that spoke, instead Stiles turned to see a certain Allison Argent.

She was wearing a flattering black dress with her wavy hair cascading down around her shoulders.


Tears seemed to spring to her eyes at that, and she started to leap forward for a hug, but a humanoid shape appeared in front of her.

It was a younger kid, maybe fifteen, with longish blonde hair, a muscular figure, and a air that basically screamed *Warning! Moody Teen Werewolf*

"Ally, You know he said we aren't supposed to talk to new normals."

Stiles scoffed.

The beta glared at him, "Can I help you?"

Stiles rolled his eyes, "I'm not just any 'normal.'"

Allison put her hand on the werewolf's shoulder, "Liam, this is Stiles."

Liam's eyes flashed gold, as he whispered, "This is him?"

His entire demeanor changed as he looked apologetic, "Sorry, I'm Liam. Ally and Isaac have told me a lot about you."

Liam relaxed as Stiles grinned back, "Hi, I'm Stiles Stilinski. Hopefully they've told you good things?"

"The best."

"You didn't listen to Scotty-boy?"

Liam sent a sharp grin, "never do."

Stiles laughed and patted him on the back, "I think you and I will get along just fine."


Someone hit him from the side, squeezing him hard.


The two hugged, and when Stiles pulled away he saw a scowl on Thomas' face.

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