invisible string ━━ stiles stilinski ?

15| at eighteen

"I have never been so happy to have almost been murdered!"

"Well, we're not out of everything yet but... at least for the moment, I can afford to take my son and his girlfriend to dinner."

Juliette hung her arm on Stiles' shoulder and smiled. When the realisation then dawned on her, both her and Stiles took an abrupt double take at his father. "Wait— how do you—"

"Your pyjama pants is on her bed." Sheriff Stilinski squinted his eyes, a slight look of disgust on his face when he mentioned it. Shaking his head, he smiled. "You're good together." He gave a nod of blessing and a lingering look of pride towards his son, who stood there with a absentminded smile and twiddled with his hands.

"Brunch's on me." Juliette confirmed after taking a glance at her phone. "Turning eighteen also means the bank finally transfer's my parent's money to my bank account, and I owe you guys at least a couple hundreds."

      Sheriff Stilinski shook his head. "You don't owe us anything, Jules."

     "I don't know," Stiles scratched his head considerably. "A couple hundred sounds nice—" His father grabbed him by his arm to cut him off, messing his son's hair with his hands. 

     "I'll meet you in the car, I just need a second." Juliette smiled a sweet, bright smile. Stiles did a double take at her, making sure everything was okay, which she confirmed it was with an assuring nod. Once the two stepped out of the room and she heard their footsteps travel down the stairs, she got out her phone.

Opening her phone, she pressed on the messages with Isaac and typed; it happened.

It took him two minutes to respond with; Fucking finally.

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     Juliette would like to believe that the plethora of decisions she'd made throughout her eighteen years of living have been wise ones. If Stiles were to enter the conversation, he'd speak contrary to believe and state that she has made approximately two to three wise decisions in her life, maximum. She hoped those scarce wise choices have high worth that would exceed the amount of impulsive ideas she's made; most of all this decision to attend the lacrosse game, even when the lingering feeling that something bad was going happen.

     "Scott and Kira wouldn't miss the game." Juliette stated blatantly as she sat down besides Liam and Lydia.

      They were at the lacrosse field, the bleachers starting to fill up with students from both schools. It was the most important game of the season, and though the pack tried to undermine their suspicions, Juliette openly expressed her concerns. "They're fine." Stiles countered as he put on his gloves.

     "If you're telling you you're not worried either then you're lying."

     "I'm mildly concerned." He shrugged. "Mildly." Stiles turned to to Liam, who set his gaze on the moon. "The full moons not for another twenty four hours, Liam."

      Liam suspired, clutching onto his helmet. "I know." He nodded, changing the subject. "We're going to lose without him."

     "No, we're not. We can be just as good without Scott." Stiles strapped the gloves around his hands in preparation for the game. "I've been practicing, and let me tell you something, i'm getting good. Really good."

       Stiles was not getting good, as Juliette has come to figure out once the game started and she had to watch as he tripped and stumbled to the floor in the first five minutes of the scrimmage. Juliette tediously watched the game, her focus on her phone rather than the game which she perceived to be an excruciating embarrassment. "They suck without Scott and Kira." Lydia sighed.

      "God, this is painful to watch."

     "Very." Lydia nodded, glancing over to Juliette and looking down at the school's hoodie she wore. "So... did you and Stiles spend the night together?"

Juliette weighed her options. She had agreed with Stiles in the car that they'd keep it a secret from the pack until it was the right time, underestimating how easy their relationship would be to figure out. "No," She said sheepishly, looking down to hide her blush. "Why would you think that?"

"Oh, nothing." Lydia shrugged, hearing the girl's sigh of relief. "It's just that you accidentally put on his hoodie instead of yours."

She abruptly looked down at her hoodie, twisting it over to reveal Stiles' last name and lacrosse number on the back. "I knew this fit weirdly." Juliette narrowed her eyes as she looked down at her maroon hoodie. "It's not too late to say it got mixed in the laundry basket, is it?"

Assuming Lydia's scoff was a no, she cast her attention back on the game. Coach blew the whistle to call a timeout, and Stiles rushed to the bleachers. "I need to talk to you." He directly clutched onto her hands, pulling her aside. "Are you thinking what i'm thinking?"

      Juliette intertwined her fingers with his, a suggestive smile perking on the corner of her lips. "Make out behind the bleachers and skip this god awful game?"

      "I was going to say find Scott and Kira, but..." Stiles stammered in his words when his eyes landed on her lips, subconsciously inching closer to her face. "What— no!— we need to find them."

      With a sigh, she nodded. "Fine, then we go to where they were last seen."

       "Derek's loft."

       "What about the game?"

      Stiles glanced back at the lacrosse field, and Liam who stood still and seemed like he'd been overhearing on their conversation. "Who am I kidding, they'll be better off without me."

       The ride to Derek's loft consisted of three things; firstly was Juliette dreading what they were going to find out, questioning if it was related to the dead pool although it seemed unlikely. Second was Stiles covering up with stress with going off on a tangent about how Juliette should indeed not spend her new money on a campaign to close Eichen House. And lastly was Juliette bugging him about the shortcuts he's taking to the loft.

       Once they reached the building, they made their way to the loft with alacrity. Proving their suspicions, the place had been trashed, with the windows broken and shattered glass around the floor like snowflakes. "What the hell happened?"

      Derek and Braeden stood side by side. "They were supposed to be on a date."

     "They were both here?"

    "And now they're both gone."

     Stiles' phone buzzed, and he instantly answered the phone. "Hey." He put the call on speaker.

      Lydia's voice spoke through the other side of the line; "Scott's been taken."

     "Scott and Kira, we just don't know where."

     "Mexico." Deaton's voice spoke. "And if you want to save his life, that's where you're going too."

     Juliette glanced at the three people in the room, mouth agape. "Mexico?" She threw her hand up, exasperated. "Again?"

a/n
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