Insomnia: A Teen Wolf fanfic
Follow Angie Mccall through her journey back in Beacon Hills after having to leave her temporary home in Yonkers, New York. (Season 2 and past 6b.)
We sat in the kitchen in a tense silence. "What," I snapped in a whisper shout. "You have a weird glowy thing going on with your face," Stiles pointed out. "And you smell like sentiment with a hint of freezer burn," Scott added. "I made a friend," I replied. "With Isaac Lahey," Scott demanded all of our voices still in a whisper. "Oh god please don't tell me you're all buddy buddy with Isaac Lahey," Stiles whined. "So what if I am friends with him. Besides it's more like an alliance with friend like qualities," I countered. "Oh my god you befriended Isaac Lahey," Stiles half mumbled to himself about to hit his head on the table and I put an oven mitt, left from dinner most likely, between his head and the table top. "Isaac is the bad guy," Scott said. "Nothing is that black and white Scott," I countered. "There's the sentiment again," Scott pointed out. "Sentiment is the default found in the losing side," Stiles quoted. "Don't you quote Sherlock at me buzz cut," I sassed. "She just insulted my hair," Stiles complained to Scott. "There's more salt where that came from Stilinski," I fired.
"Oh fuck it! Fuck meee," I groaned and huffed before walking over and dragging Liam off the bench. He didn't even put up a fight. "You're going to have a great fucking year, and have an amazing fucking lacrosse season, and you're not going to fail or skip your classes this year or so help me god I will fucking murder you myself Dunbar," I grumbled. I tilted him to fit the stick through the door and stood him upright pushing his back forward to make his feet go. "FUCK," I shouted dropping Liam as I got a call from Scott. "Yes," I asked exhasperated. "Where the hell is Liam," he asked. "On the floor about 30 feet from his moping position," I replied looking over to him.