You and stiles were sat quietly in your living room. The house was empty as your mom was at work, and your brother Scott was trying to find where Lydia and Mason had disappeared to.

However, you and stiles weren’t exactly on the best of terms. Seeing as you had risked your life severely a few days ago to save isaac, and ever since then stiles had been mad at you.

Why? You have no idea.

Stiles was pacing the room as you look up at him, his fingers toying with his bottom lip, brows furrowing.