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C.H.⠀012⠀۵⠀Lunatic
❝ I think both of us dating her is 
better than neither of us dating her. ❞
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"WHERE ARE WE GOING?" Brietta calls out as she and Scott follow Stiles boundlessly through the Preserve.  
⠀⠀⠀"You'll see," Stiles vaguely provides, causing Brietta and Scott to share a look. It was clear that they didn't exactly trust Stiles' ideas that involved the Preserve, considering that they were in this mess because of his idea.
⠀⠀⠀"We really shouldn't be out here," Scott blurts out, glancing around warily, "My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school."
⠀⠀⠀"My grandma is, too," Brietta chimes in, "One more missed curfew and she'll ground me until I'm married."
⠀⠀⠀"Well, your mom and your grandma aren't the Sheriff, okay?" Stiles scoffs, turning around for a second to point to Scott and Brietta, "There's no comparison, trust me."
⠀⠀⠀"Can you at least just tell us what we're doing out here?" Scott asks, holding his arms out exasperatedly as he stares at Stiles' back.
⠀⠀⠀"Yes," Stiles scoffs under his breath as if it were obvious what they were doing, "When you and your best friends almost die," Stiles pauses and turns around, pulling a bottle of bourbon out from his jacket pocket, "you get your best friends drunk."
⠀⠀⠀Brietta eyes the bottle and Stiles' pocket, "How did that even fit in there?"
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STILES PUTS THE ALMOST-EMPTY BOTTLE OF JACK ON THE GROUND AND LEANS BACK ON THE ROCKY GROUND, exhaling a heavy breath. To Stiles' right, Scott sat on a rock near Stiles' head, a lazy smile on the Werewolf's lips. To Stiles' left, Brietta's eyes are closed as she lies on a rock, her head rocking side to side as she listens to music with her headphones.
⠀⠀⠀"I love girls," Stiles drunkenly blurts out, his eyes darting to Brietta, but she couldn't hear him with her headphones plugged in. "I love 'em," He attests, looking back over at Scott, "I love..." He trails off before smiling lazily, "Especially ones with brown hair that looks red in the sun, light blue eyes, five-foot-three—."
⠀⠀⠀"Like Brie?" Scott deducts, a small laugh leaving him.
⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, exactly!" Stiles grins before frowning, "Hey, how did you know I was talking about...about..." Stiles trails off and tilts his head at Scott, small giggles leaving him, "What was I talking about?"
⠀⠀⠀"Brie," Scott reminds, nodding with a small smile, "like you always do."
⠀⠀⠀Stiles looks up at Scott, and he notices that Scott looks levelheaded, "You're not drunk?"