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"Theories"

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"Happy birthday, Allison!" 

 "Shh!" 

 Oliver, who was just trying to be a nice person, shot his hands up in the air and playfully widened his eyes as Allison smacked her had up to clasp over his mouth, her eyes darting around to make sure nobody heard what the boy had said. She removed her hand and leaned in closer, her voice lowered to a whisper. "How did you know?" 

 He quirked his eyebrows, smirking. "Why, my dear Allison, I know everything." 

 She gave him a skeptical look, and he awkwardly ruffled his hair, before continuing. "Katrin told me. She knows everything. It's actually spooky." 

 Allison rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and frowning. "How does she know my birthday? My family are the only people who know my birthday-" she paused, glancing toward her locker. "Well, and Lydia I guess." 

 "Lydia and Katrin look the exact same, and they think alike... also spooky." Ollie glanced over his shoulder, "but please don't tell her I said that, she will skin me alive." 

 "Look, thank you, okay?" She tried for a smile, but to Ollie it looked more like a grimace. "I just don't really want people to know." 

 "That's cool, I wouldn't want people to know my birthday either," he shrugged. "Last year, Stiles got me a life-sized cardboard cut out of Barack Obama." 

 "Why?" 

 "Hell if I know. Fun, maybe?" 

 "Oh."

 Ollie glanced over his shoulder, seeing a familiar brunet boy walking down the hall. He laughed nervously and cleared his throat. "Oh yeah, and I already told Scott. Bye!" 

 Before she could hit him, he ducked away and tried to walk away in the most natural way possible. Allison tried to yell something to him, but Scott got to her before she could.  

 In Ollie's defense: He didn't know that Allison didn't want people to know about her birthday... and he thought that since Scott was like, her boyfriend or something, he'd want to know. 

 Well, that's his bad. 

 He slid into his seat in homeroom, immediately leaning over to whisper to Katrin, who was drawing something on a binder that wasn't her own. "Hey, Kat!" 

 She immediately jumped, shoving the binder onto the floor like it was incriminating evidence, and smiled innocently at her cousin. "Hi!" 

 Ollie blinked, looking at the binder, and then back up at Katrin, "why do you have Stiles's binder?" 

 The redhead blinked. "Um... for his chem notes." 

 "You're not even in our chemistry class." 

 "Do you want to talk to me or not?" 

 "Yes actually," he scooted his chair closer to her, lowering his voice back to a whisper. "How did you know that it was Allison's birthday?" 

 The girl shrugged, twirling a pencil between her fingers. "I happened to see her file when I was in the principals office last night." 

 "Why... why were you in the principals office last night?" 

 "I accidentally hit someone in the face with a basketball in gym." 

 Ollie was beginning to regret ever coming over to talk to his cousin. If anything, now he was just more confused than he was before. He shook his head and took a deep breath. "Whatever, just don't tell anyone." 

 "I wasn't planning to." 

 "Good." 

 They were quiet for a split second, before Katrin turned to face him. "Hey, did you hear what happened to Jackson and Lydia last night?" 

 "Yeah." Ollie swallowed nervously as the subject was brought up. Stiles called him the second he arrived on the crime scene with his father, narrating every single thing that happened, and saying that if the Puerto Rican boy was there, he would have been able to see something. 

 See something... on accounts of what Derek told him the other night. Something that was only freaking him out more and more by the second. 

They settled into silence, staring at the front of the classroom. After only a minute, Katrin spoke up. "Hey, are you going to parent teacher conferences?" 

 "I sure hope not." 

 ***

 "Parent teacher conferences are tonight! Students below a C-average are required to attend, and I won't name you because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." 

 "So, I guess I'm going to parent teacher conferences." 

 Stiles snickered under his breath, although the sound was slightly muffled by the highlighter cap he was holding in his mouth as he furiously highlighted line after line in the textbook. Mr. Harris shot them an annoyed look, although Ollie was ninety nine percent sure they didn't even do anything. "Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" 

 Oh, that explains it. 

 Oliver shook his head innocently, figuring that if Scott wasn't here, he probably had a valid reason. Their teacher sighed in slight exasperation, leaning down to whisper something to Jackson, before addressing the rest of the class. "Everyone, start reading chapter nine.... Mister Stilinski-" 

 Stiles's head shot up, his eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights.  

 "Try put the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's chemistry... not a coloring book." 

 Stiles gave the man a rather unimpressed look, angling his head up so he could shoot the cap out of his mouth, catching it in his hand and capping the marker. Once Mr. Harris passed, Stiles turned to give Ollie a look, leaning forward so he could quietly address Danny, who was sitting in front of them. 

 "Hey Danny, can I ask you a question?" 

 The boy huffed, obviously wishing that Scott was here so Stiles would sit in his regular seat. "No." 

 "Well I'm going to anyway... Did Lydia show up in your homeroom class today?" 

 There was a brief pause, which Danny used to highlight something on his paper. "No." 

 "Can I ask you another question?"  

 "The answer is still no." 

 Ollie scoffed to himself as he watched the scene play out, just waiting for Stiles to get slapped by the lacrosse goalie. 

 "Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?" 

Danny hesitated, before answering this one in an actual sentence. "He... He didn't tell me." 

 "But he's your best friend." Stiles glanced back at Oliver for just a split second, but the curly haired boy was too preoccupied with finding the correct page. He leaned back over to Danny. "One more question... do you find me attractive?" 

 He received no answer, and Stiles continued to lean forward, until the chair tipped over and he fell right out of it with a crash, scrambling back into his seat as people turned to see what just happened, and Ollie laughed silently to himself.  

 "Dude, this is great!" Stiles whisper-yelled, tapping Ollie's arm until he looked up at him with an annoyed look on his handsome face. "Why, exactly?" 

 "Because! We can go to Lydia's, and you can see what happened to her!" 

 Oliver's eyes narrowed as Derek's words came back to him, so clear that it was like they were being spoken directly into his ear. 

 "These visions you have been having are glimpses of the future." 

 "I can't see the past, Stiles." He reminded, although his tone was tight and his fist was clenched so tightly around his pencil it was a miracle it didn't snap. 

 "Yeah, but you could see Lydia's future! That way, we can see whatever it was that attacked her!" 

"Usually, they are triggered by an emotional type thing... faces, memories, things like that. For you, it is a physical reaction. You touch something with significance to the future, and you get glimpses of it." 

"We can't just break into Lydia's house." 

 "Not break in! Just knock on the door and say we are friends from school!" 

 "You saw the Alpha when you touched the blood on the school bus. You saw a werewolf when you were in Scott's bed, you saw Scott when you touched the bullet, because they are all tied together." 

 Ollie shook his head, staring holes into the desk. "I don't think that is a good idea. I still don't know how it works, or if it can go away." 

 "We need you for that reason. If we can get you a tie to the Alpha, you can see who it is, and what it wants." 

 "Do you have a better idea?" 

 Stiles jumped when the pencil in Oliver's hand snapped. The boy's eyes were still trained on the paper in front of him, but Stiles could see how his shoulders were tensed and he was breathing through his teeth. Neither of them said anything for a solid five minutes, until Oliver finally broke the tense silence. 

 "We're bringing Katrin." 

 And that was the end of that. 

 ***

"Why do I have to come to this bitch's house? I have better things to do!" 

 "Because, you told us yourself that you wanted to see the inside of Lydia's house in order to claim-" Stiles put air quotes over the next words, "'blackmail'." 

Katrin pursed her lips, analyzing the front door for a second longer, before laughing slightly under her breath. "I filled your algebra binder with glitter." 

 Stiles's jaw dropped. "What?!" 

 But she already knocked on the door, so there wasn't enough time for their argument to commence. 

 Oliver was silent the entire time, his hands shoved in his pockets like he was scared of touching anything in the house. Stiles was well aware of it, and walked close enough to his friend that his arm brushed his, as Katrin took discreet pictures of photos of young Lydia plastered on the walls. 

 "Lydia? There is a Stiles here to see you." 

 The groggy voice of the girl floated back to them, and when Oliver poked his head into the room, he saw that she was slumped against a mound of pillows in pajamas. "What the hell is a 'Stiles'?" 

 Katrin cackled at that, ignoring the same confused look from Lydia's mother that she got when they first arrived. Oliver didn't blame her in the slightest... they really did look scarily similar. 

 "She took a little something to ease her nerves... you can go in." 

 "Thank you," Ollie smiled, speaking for all three of them as they awkwardly shuffled into the pink room. Stiles grabbed his arm and pulled him closer so he could whisper as Katrin smiled at Lydia and took a selfie with her lookalike. "Go touch everything." 

 "That is so sketchy." 

"Just do it!" 

 Oliver sighed, but reluctantly obliged, running his hand across the wall as nonchalantly as he could as Stiles tried to talk to Lydia, and Katrin silently laughed to herself and took pictures like a creep. 

 Nothing, nothing- Ollie thought dejectedly, his mind racing- dammit! Why is there nothing? 

 "I saw Suzy sittin' in a shoe-shine shop," Katrin mocked as Stiles tested just how high Lydia was. Her words were slurred together when she tried. 

 "I shaw shuzy-" 

 Ollie muttered quietly in Spanish to himself, since he knew that nobody else in the room could understand. He didn't understand why nothing was happening. Was he relieved? Sure. Was he slightly pissed off? Of course he was! But he just wished that he could find the future... for Stiles. 

 He swore under his breath, putting his hand on the nightstand, and then the bed. Finally, he gave up, throwing his hands in the air before shoving them back into his pockets. He looked up just in time to see Lydia collapse onto Katrin, her face on her chest in a way that made the redhead slap her, sighing in exasperation when all it did was make her head drop to her lap. "Bloody hell- I did not sign up to babysit the drunk!" 

 "Jackson-" Lydia slurred, and Katrin rolled her eyes. "Bitch, do I look like Jackson?" 

 Ollie caught Stiles's eye and mouthed a "nothing", shrugging his shoulders and sitting next to Katrin, turning back to Stiles and offering his best teasing grin. "I bet you wish you were Kat right about now." 

 "Ha, ha." 

 "Someone get this bitch off of me," Katrin complained, but then did it her self, very gently resting Lydia's unconscious head on her pillow. "Damn, remind me to never be attacked by a mountain lion." 

 Stiles- who had been abnormally quiet for the past few seconds- grabbing Oliver's wrist and wordlessly pressed a small device into it. Ollie frowned, looking down at the phone, before his eyes flew open and his mouth dropped open. 

 Because on the phone was a picture of an animal. 

 And it sure as hell was not a mountain lion. 

 A/N: 

Guys, I'm really sad right now. 

*GREYS ANATOMY SPOILER ALERT*

George just died and I have been crying for so long. I am emotionally distraught, because I am the kind of person who gets attached to fictional characters... y'all should have seen when- 

*THE WALKING DEAD SPOILER*

-Carl died on TWD, I was distraught for DAYS!

Anyway, I wrote this in my sadness... which is why there is a Madelaine gif because the part of me that says I'm not bi still wants to look at pretty girls. 

  I hope you enjoy! If y'all want to help make me happy again, then please check out my new IT story! It does have a lot of votes yet, and if it got some votes/comments it would likely spark my serotonin and help my Grey's Anatomy induced depression.

 I'm really dramatic, I'm sorry... but I am sad. And I would love it if you guys checked out that story... 

Maybe this will make me happier: 

Ha ha ha. 

Thank you all for reading, and I hope you have a great day/night!