EIGHTEEN

"Wolves or werewolves?" Malia asked. I was now back in Beacon Hills, wishing I was back in Washinton DC with Stiles. But, I'm on Lydia's bed with Malia who was reading a magazine, we just got news that Scott had seen a wolf during practice tonight.

"They said wolves," Lydia said, placing down Malia's bags.

"Not interested," Malia says, rolling over. "You guys go."

"I'm not interested either, I have to pack for Standford Univetey, I go down in a few days," I say, shrugging.

"Liam was asking for help from a werecoyote," Lydia said. "Not that Banshee's."

"Why me?" Malia asked.

"Because you're the former animal," Lydia said. "Nobody understands the mysterious animal situation like you do."

"I'm done with a mysterious animal situation," Malia told us. "I want mysterious men. French ones."

"Your flights delayed," I say, looking at the app that was called up on the computer, it has delayed on the flight app.

"No, no, it's rerouted. There's a difference." Malia says, rolling her eyes.

"Delayed is what happens when your flight is rerouted," Lydia explained to Malia. "So you have plenty of time to help." The computer beeps. "And there's a storm system shutting down Charles de Gaulle Airport."

"It's a minor shower," Malia shrugged it off. Lydia and I gave Malia a look. Malia then closes her laptop. "Liam's got everything covered. They were just dead wolves. Doesn't sound supernatural to me."

"Right, well I'm going to go and pack," I say, stand up from the bed. "Stiles would kill me if I packed last minute."

"Speaking off, I heard something that's he gonna do when you come back." Malia smiled, grinning actually. "It's a surprise,"

"Malia, it's a surprise, you're not supposed to tell her that." Lydia snapped.

"I didn't tell her that Stiles would propose to her now, did I?" Malia asked cockily back and my eyes widen much as Lydia's did.

"Stiles is going to propose to me?" I whispered a feeling of excitement explodes in my stomach.

"Malia!" Lydia hissed. "You just told her the surprise! Stiles is gonna kill me because I'm the only one, other than Scott, that knows!"

"Huh, nice knowing you," Malia retorts.

"He's gonna propose to me!" I exclaimed, very excitedly. "When? Where? How?"

"I'm not saying anything else," Malia said, knowing Lydia is very annoyed at her. Stacey Stilinski, I know for a fact that I've thought about this before.

"In the next Summer Holidays," Lydia sighed making me sigh. That's ages away.

"Anyways, I'm going to pack," I say, fiddling with the Jeep's key in my hands.

"I can't believe he gave you and Scott the Jeep," Lydia said. "Whatever happened to, I'm not abandoning this Jeep?"

"He must really trust you guys with his Jeep," Malia said.

"Well duh, we're his best friends," I say, rolling my eyes. "Love you, girls, I'm going home,"

-

"Stacey?" I hear Scott call my name as I walked down the hallway to my room. I stopped and saw Scott's suitcase wide open, on his bed.

"Sorry, bud, I can't help you I'm packing my own things," I say, twirling the Jeep keys around my fingers and I then chucked him the keys, he catches them smoothly.

Stiles <3
First day was a success!

Stacey
Im excited for you, too! Love you xo

Stiles <3
I love you

Stacey
I love you too xx

Stiles <3
Wanna face time? xx

Stacey
Sure x

"Stiles <3 FaceTiming..."

"Hey, babe!" I say, walking into my room and closing the door. I saw Stiles' smile widen. "I'm just going to start packing for Standford."

"Hey, Stacey, good girl." He says, and I set him up on my shelf, from my closet I grab my bag from the closet and drag it out. I then heard a knock on my door.

"Come in," I say and Scott opens it. "Stiles is on FaceTime,"

"Hey, Scott," Stiles waved on the camera.

"Hey, Stiles," Scott says back. "Do you know about the wolves today in practice?"

"Yeah," I say meanwhile Stiles shouts; "NO!"

"I shouldn't have left!" Stiles cried out, his eyes widening. "I'm going back home right now-"

"Stiles," Scott cuts him off. "It was wolves, not werewolves."

"Still! That literally yells out; hi, I'm supernatural," Stiles exclaimed.

"Guys, I really need to pack," I whine. "Standford is calling my name," I walked over to my draws and started to unpack some clothes, folding them neatly.

"I can't fold," Scott said to me.

"Search it up on YouTube," I say, bending down and packing my things away.

"Fine, I'll leave your pack," Scott says. I let out a small chuckle, he leaves my room. The room that I barely sleep in. Just think, Stacey, you'll be out of Beacon Hills in a few days. That's when I got a text message, I moved towards my phone and saw it was from Derek.

"Hey, Stiles, I gotta go," I say, reading over the message; meet me at Argent's Werehouse. "I'm going to be meeting Derek at the werehouse."

"You know he's on the run, right?" Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. "For mass murder, what an idiot."

I let out a laugh. "Okay, I love you."

"I love you, too," Stiles sighed. "I miss you." He pouted at me.

I smiled. "I miss you, too," I say, grabbing a jacket and shrugging it on, I gave him one last smile before disconnecting the FaceTime. I walked into my brother's room, knocking on Scott's door. I was really surprised that Lydia and Malia were here. "Hey, guys. I'm going to meet Derek at the Argent werehouse."

"Wait, he's here?" Lydia asked, frowning.

"Not for long." I shake my head. "He's running from a mass murder he committed; apparently,"

"Who told you that?" Malia asked.

"Stiles," I say. "I'll see y'all later, bye,"

-

I walked into the Argent warehouse, it for sure hasn't changed. The creepy vibe is still there. The piece of sheets hanging from the roof. I stuff my hands in my pockets. I spot Derek leaning agaisnt his old car, from way back, he just stands there with a small smile.

"Hey, Miguel." I joke, making him roll his eyes. Miguel will forever be in my heart. "A little birdy told me you were running from mass murder."

"Yup," Derek says, nodding slightly. "So don't get me caught. Anyways, I'm leaving tomorrow but I've got to drop off something before I go."

"What would that be, excatly?" I asked, as I approached him and crossed my arms in front of my chest.

He moved away from his old car a little bit, smiling. "I present you your new car." I stare at him, then laughed, shaking my head.

"No seriously, what did you want to talk about?" I asked Derek wasn't laughing along with me. "Whoa, are you serious? You're giving me your car?"

"I heard Stiles gave Scott his Jeep," Derek says. "So, I'm giving you this car. As a thanks."

"For what?" I asked. "I should be saying thanks to you, you saved Scott and I's asses most of the time."

"Just accepted the gift, Stacey," Derek rolled his eyes and then chucked me his keys which I caught easily. "Make sure you take care of her, alright?"

I nod. "I'll protect her at all costs." He cracked a smile. "Why would you give me your car? You're on the run, you should have it to get away,"

"I have a new one," he points to his car, which looked like a much faster one. It was another pitch black car.

"Thanks, Derek," I say, smiling. "I would've thought that you'd given it to Malia since she is family after all."

"Your my family, Stacey," he says softly. "I once told Scott he was my brother, so that makes you my sister. Since you're twins and all."

"Awe!" I gush. "Make sure you don't caught, Derek. And if you ever need a fake name, you know you've got Miguel in the back of your mind."

He lets out a laugh, a genuine laugh. "I guess I should start going, then," Derek says and I pulled him into a hug. I smiled. "Good luck for Standford."

"Thanks, good luck for not getting caught. And thanks for the car, too." I say, pulling away.

"Your welcome, bye, for now, Stacey. Drive safe." Derek told me.

"You too!" I wave and he smiled, turning around and I walked over to my new car, running a hand across is. Damn, I feel so proud.

I then drive out of the warehouse like a boss. I guess you could say I do have memories in this car, like the time where Derek was being chased by comes and I felt like a badass then. Oh, he was also chased by the Argents too.

Great times, yeah.

I drive down the road and towards my house. I'm going to be out of here in three days. I can't believe I'm really leaving.

A/N

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