scott: this no talking thing is hard

kira: pretty sure i heard alli laugh nbd

allison: hey it's no talking not no sounds

scott: true

scott: we should go on some sort of trip to keep track of each other

lydia: we could go camping

isaac: that sounds fun

allison: i like camping

allison: my uncle is gonna be in town and he has an rv we can use

scott: I'LL DRIVE

kira: omg this sounds so fun

isaac: yayay

malia: i'm in

stiles: same fam

scott: much excite ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

isaac: wtf

scott has renamed the conversation
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

isaac: just why

lydia has sent a message to stiles!

lydia: still thinkin about breaking up
with malia? :(

stiles: don't make me feel guilty

stiles: i can't break up with her because a) i can't even talk or else i'll lose and b) i can't do that right before a trip

lydia: true

lydia: i feel so helpless what can i do to help

stiles: just don't get in the middle of things

lydia: is this a common reoccurrence? do i usually get in the middle of things? omg

stiles: more than you know

8 hours later

lydia: stiles

lydia: stiles please help i think someone's in my house

lydia: stiles are you awake

lydia: i'm so scared

lydia: stiles my mom is on a business trip and i'm supposed to be home alone but someone's here

lydia: please come over please i need you

lydia: stiles
read at 3:07 am

stiles: oh my god

stiles: i'm on my way stay there

Stiles ran out the door and flopped into his jeep. He speeded to Lydia's as fast as he could and barged through her door with a baseball bat. Stiles hunted around the house, looking here and there for a sign of someone there. Out of no where, he heard a tapping around a wall. He decided to look around to find a body, ice cold on the floor. Stiles examined the body to discover it was Lydia's and he gasped.

Stiles felt a cold drip on his shoulder and immediately turned around. Parrish. "She's mine, Stilinski. She's not into teenage boys like you." Stiles breathed heavy breaths as he hit Parrish repeatedly with the baseball bat. Once he realized the hitting tool wasn't great for attack, he decided to knock him out. After a few punches we're thrown, Stiles managed to get Parrish to the ground and dragged him outside, calling his dad, the sheriff, to find a way to dispose of him.

Stiles bolted back inside, lifted Lydia up bridal style, and gently placed her on the couch. After Stiles waited at Lydia's side for about an hour, she had finally woken up. "Lydia." Stiles let out under his breath. She reached for her back pocket, leaving Stiles curious to what she was doing. She pulled out her phone, typed a little bit, and sent a message to someone.

lydia (to stiles): you weren't supposed to talk