𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▷ Stiles Stilinski²

24|the vision

"We are. I think," he mumbled, staring at the stars. "I haven't seen her since she left for New York."

"And she'll still be into you," Stiles assured him. But his focus was only there for so long; his vision was the most important thing to him at the moment. He was so afraid of what was going to happen after we left school, that he was trying to micromanage every step.
"Okay. We can check out the East Bay. Haven't looked at Oakland yet, you know."

Stiles stopped talking about apartments, something else grabbing his attention. I followed his line of sight, to see he was staring at Scott. The boy had a small smile on his face, staring up at the full moon.

"You all right?" Stiles asked. "You're starting to feel it?"

Scott shook his head, "No. Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Senior year."

I felt a groan escape me at his words. Senior year terrified me a little too, to be honest. Our whole future came down to how well we did this year. With everything that was always happening in our personal lives, it was hard to imagine how we were supposed to manage school also.
"What about it?"

"Yeah, senior year is nothing," Stiles stated, waving it off. "That's going to be easy."

I didn't exactly agree, but I didn't want to bring him down.

Scott seemed unsure as well as he sat up straight, shifting on the Jeep. "It's more like something Deaton told me once. You guys ever hear of regression to the mean?"

"Doesn't sound familiar," I answered as Stiles shook his head.

"It was his way of saying that life can't ever be all bad or all good. You know, eventually things have to come back to the middle. So, think about the last few months. Things have been good, right? But not amazing."

I did as he said and thought back. The past few months had been some of the best I'd had in a long time. Iris had been training me to use my abilities, which definitely had a better outcome than when I'd tried to teach myself. I was able to manipulate enough to push people back like she had to me the night we met, and I was working on being able to do more.

Lydia had spent most of her Summer with Parrish, trying to help him figure out what he was. So far, they hadn't had much luck, spending hours poring through the Bestiary. Lydia would figure it out though; she had a knack for things like that.

Malia had spent her months in Summer School, due to her grades not being up to standard. If she had any hope of joining us for senior year, her grades there needed to be enough. Stiles and I had helped her study and learn what she had trouble with, and I had faith she'd be able to do it.

Kira had gone to New York with her parents, since her father had work to do over there. Before they moved to Beacon Hills, he had been a university professor, and had apparently gotten an offer. They were on their way back now though, Mr Yukimura having completed his work in New York.

Isaac had stuck around like he said he was going to. He was still living with Scott and Melissa, and spent a lot of time riding or working on his bike. He had also spent a bit of time with Malia, but I wasn't sure what to make of that yet. I didn't want to ask yet either, just in case I was making something out of nothing.

Scott, Stiles and I had gone away for a couple of months, travelling around anywhere but Beacon Hills. We were hesitant to leave, but Lydia said she would inform us if anything happened while we were away, and then we could come right back. I had never been more thankful for Beacon Hills to revert to the quiet town we had once thought it to be.