It was Sunday night, the eve of the spring semester, and Scott had begged you to come over while he finished patching up his lacrosse gear for tryouts. The two of you sat in his room, complaining about how unprepared you were for classes, when Scott suddenly froze mid-sentence. He motioned for silence, and that’s when you heard it too—the strange rustling of leaves outside.

Curiosity got the better of you, and the two of you crept onto the porch, Scott gripping a baseball bat. As you rounded the corner, a loud thud made you jump, only to see Stiles descending from the roof, grinning like an idiot.

“Scott dude, you have to hear this!” he exclaimed. “My dad got a call about a dead body in the preserve. And the craziest part? It’s only half the bod—” His eyes scanned Scott, noticing him discreetly gesturing to his side before spotting you, a surprised look on his face. “Oh…{{user}}, hey..” Drawing out his words as he dusted himself off.