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I do not own the characters of TV show teen wolf such as Scott, Derek, Allison, Stiles, and so on. I do not own the show teen wolf. I do not own the ideas of the TV show Teen Wolf. (Though I wish I could be such an amazing writer as the writer of Teen Wolf!!!) I do own my characters such as Emily and her friend Stephanie because I created the two girls.

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Chapter 7:

“Are you serious! You got bit by what?” Stiles screamed.

I rolled by eyes at him; he was being a little over dramatic. Earlier on he had burst through the door and tackled Scott screaming at me to run and go find help. In the process of Stiles ‘saving me’ he had completely demolished a kitchen chair, managed to break two glasses, and destroy my mom’s new toaster. Yes, he destroyed the toaster. Scott and I were kind of pissed about it. I snickered at the memory though. It was hilarious when I thought about it; seeing Stiles attacking Scott was very funny. I had to quickly explain to Stiles that whatever had been wrong with Scott earlier had passed before he knocked out Scott from a chokehold.

“Yes. I am serious Stiles.” Scott grumbled.

I was sitting on the counter next to Scott who was standing against it, while Stiles sat in one of the kitchen chairs he hadn’t broken. Stiles seemed like he was in deep thought. After a few seconds Stiles' eyes lit up. My brother and I looked at one another. Oh boy here it comes. It was never good when Stiles thought because bad things come out of when Stiles thinks.

“Scott! That means that you are going to be a werewolf or a lycan thing!”

“Stiles, seriously!” I protested.

Stiles stood up in his chair and started working his way over to us.

“No, seriously! An abnormally large animal that he claims looked like a wolf bit him. How many wolves do we have in Beacon Hills? Better yet, how many wolves do we have in California?”

“None.” Scott said flatly. Scott started moving uncomfortably next to me.

“Exactly!”

“Stiles.” I warned glancing at Scott. I could tell Scott was nervous about keeping his anger to a minimum. He didn’t want whatever happened to him before happen again since it was obviously triggered by anger.

“You ok, Scott?” I questioned a little concerned.

“Yeah. I think I just need to rest. I am feeling kind of dizzy.”

Stiles pouted. I knew that he wanted to know more about what had happened to Scott but he could ask him in the morning.

Stiles quickly made his way over to us so we both could help Scott up to his room. It took longer than usual to get up the stairs because he was feeling so weak. I pulled the sheets over him and fixed his pillow.

“Thanks, Mom.” He chuckled weakly.

“Ew.” I laughed. “Good night.”

I started to leave but noticed I was forgetting something, or better yet, ,someone.

“Stiles!” I yelled. Stiles was standing in Scott’s room with his puppy-dog face on looking straight at me.

“Please!”

“No! Scott has to rest.” Looking over at Scott I could see he was smiling.

“Sleep in.” I demanded, pointing at Scott. “You aren’t going to school tomorrow.”

“Oh! We all don’t have to go to school tomorrow. I overheard my dad talking on the phone. They cancelled school for tomorrow because of the body and all.” Stiles said a little to excited he didn’t have to go to school.

“Perfect. I am never going to get to go to school.” I mumbled. “Come on Stiles. You are sleeping in my room so you don’t bother him.”

Stiles slowly followed me out of Scott’s room into my room. He sat down on the couch in my room while I sat on my bed and starting to get ready for bed. Grabbing a blanket that was on the end of my bed I tossed it over to Stiles. I jumped under my covers. It was silent for a few minuets until Stiles opened his big mouth. I wasn't surprised though, I had figured he was going to say something sooner or later.

I was completely bombarded by questions about Scott and werewolves. I tried to ignore him, hoping he would talk him self to sleep but that was not the case. He just kept going and going and going. Finally I had had enough.

“Stiles! Please! You can ask Scott all the questions tomorrow morning! The sooner you fall asleep, the sooner you get to wake up and ask him!” I yelled, never leaving my head from my pillow.

Stiles didn’t say anything. I felt kind of bad for yelling so I sat up to apologize. When I looked over at Stiles he had his eyes closed with a snug smile plastered on his face.

“Brat.” I whispered under my breath, while lying back down.

Slowly, I began to drift off in to a deep sleep for the second time tonight. 

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Sorry this chapters so short :( I needed to stop there because I have something planned for the next chapter mUWAHAHAH! :D Also, why no votes on Chapter 6, except one? :( Was it bad? Please let me know if you didnt like it! It wont hurt my feelings! :) thank you all for your suport! PLease please please VOTE if you think I deserve it :)  I am trying to reach my goal! Thanks again!