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Also, raaavvvveeee

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"So, you plan on sneaking out later?" Charlotte asked as we sat down in the living room.

Sitting across from her, I shook my head, "Nope. Planned on asking you first this time."

She laughed as she rested against the back of the couch, "Well, could be worse,  I guess."

"They need my help later. I need you to trust that I will always come back. I told you what was going on because  I was worried, but I can't let you stop me from helping them."

Charlotte took a moment to consider, before nodding slowly, "I understand. But if anything goes wrong, you contact me straight away. Got it?"

"Of course. But until then, can we please do something normal? Like watch a movie?"

"Sure," my sister smiled. "Go pick something out and I'll heat up some food."

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Stiles was back at my house at around quarter to ten and from there we headed straight to the sheriff's station. I tried to talk to him about what we were about to do, but he kept trying to play it off as if it were no big deal.

"Stiles, what about your dad?"

He shook his head a little, "They're not going to find out. They'll be in and out. I trust Scott."

"So do I," I said quickly. "Don't get me wrong, I trust Scott with my life. But this is your dad's job, Stiles."

Stiles just repeated himself, saying it would be fine. Before I could say anything else, we were at the sheriff's station. Scott was already there when we arrived, waiting by his bike with Kira.

When they saw us drive up, they began to walk over to the car. Stiles put the Jeep into park and rolled down the window. He proceeded to hold up a set of keycards to show Scott.
"Okay, this one will get you into all of the perimeter doors, this one into the evidence room, and this one's for my father's office." He pointed to each card in order, making sure that Scott knew which was which.

"You didn't steal these, did you?" Scott asked the boy as he took the keys from him.

Stiles looked at me to see that I was also curious for the answer to this question. "No. I cloned them using the RFID emulator."

Scott's brows pulled together as he looked up from the cards, "Is that worse than stealing?"

"It's smarter."

"And probably worse," I sighed. "Can we move this along before someone sees us? Please?"

Kira grabbed Scott's arm all of a suddenly, slowly walking him away from us, asking if she could ask him something. Stiles turned to me, but I just shrugged. I wasn't going to listen in on Scott's conversation.

Friends were where I drew the line with my abilities. If I couldn't trust them, then they couldn't trust me.

My boyfriend looked back out the window at out friend, nodding slightly.
"Guess we'll just. . . wait here. I guess," I sighed.

They spoke for only a moment, before heading back over to us. Stiles looked at them both to make sure they were done, before he continued with telling them how to get into the station without getting caught.

"Okay. So now almost everybody's out dealing with the blackout. But there's always somebody at the front desk. There's Dispatch and usually a night shifter or two. You guys are gonna use the service door entrance by the dumpster," he pointed down to a door on the side of the building. "All right? Nobody uses it."

I leaned forward so that I could see them both through the window, "We'll call you if we see someone coming, okay?"

"But, Scott," Stiles quickly said. "If you get caught, I can't help you. My dad's under investigation for an impeachment because of your dad, so, if anything happens, I will run and leave you both for dead."

I noticed Kira's eyes trail to me beside Stiles to see if he was being serious. "Without a second thought," I confirmed.

"Got it," Scott nodded, turning to Stiles. "Thanks. Seriously, dude."

"I'd ask my dad, but you know. . ." Stiles trailed off.

"No, I know. I get it."

"All right, just, uh, hurry up."

Kira and Scott walked away with another word, heading to the door that Stiles had instructed them to enter through. I could tell Stiles was anxious as he tapped away at the wheel, before grabbing the key he had shown me earlier out of his pocket and holding it up.

"You still don't know what it's for?" I asked softly. He shook his head, his lip caught beneath his teeth. "I'm sure it's nothing. You probably just put it on there and forgot about it. What else could it be?"

He spun it in his fingers, looking at it from all angles. "I'm not sure. But I know I wouldn't just put it on here for no reason."

Suddenly, Stiles' face lit up. But not because he was happy or had come across an answer; a car had pulled up across from us.

"What the hell?" I mumbled. "I thought you said it was just the night shifter that's already inside?"

"It is supposed to be just him," Stiles told me, shifting in his seat to get a better look at who was driving the car. Both our eyes widened when we saw that it was Scott's dad. Because, of course.

I noticed Stiles typing on his phone, watching Agent McCall as he did so. "Come on, Scott."

"He's not going to get out of there in time," I said quickly.

Stiles was already getting out of the Jeep, me following his lead. Shutting the door to his car, he rushed towards the station, "Okay, I'm so going to regret this."

We entered the building seconds after Agent McCall, bursting through the doors to get in front of him before he could reach the office. Stiles skidded to a stop in front of the man, almost falling as he did so.

"Hey, hey. Wow! Thank God you are here," he told the man, who stopped walking. "Oh, boy! Thank the lord."

I felt my insides lurch at the awkwardness of this interaction, listening to Stiles try to laugh it off.

"What do you want, Stiles?" The man asked, clearly not in the mood for the boy's antics.

"I was just. . . I was thinking on the case," he stumbled. "I was telling Riley about it, and then thought that I should clue you in on my thinking also. Right?"

I nodded swiftly, taking that as my cue, "Oh, definitely. He hasn't stopped talking about it. You should totally hear what he has to say."
I shut my mouth before I could say anything too out of character. And Stiles was also going to have to come up with a theory on the spot which - depending on what he said - may not actually be worth anyone's time.

"Yep. Here's my thinking. I was thinking this. . ." he brought his hands up and snapped his fingers, acting as if he were presenting something. "I was thinking that Barrow, right. . . Barrow received the information about who to kill at the school, right, you know that? So I was thinking maybe the person who gave him that information, check this out, might actually be someone at the school."

As far as last second theories went, that one actually had merit. If I was to make a theory right now, it would be that this was something Stiles had been thinking about for a while now.

"And that's, uh, my thinking."

"Hmm," Scott's dad hummed, nodding lightly. I was ready for him to laugh as off and tell us to leave, and then he would find Scott and all of this would've been for nothing. But then, he said the unexpected. "You're right."

"He is?" I asked, completely shocked by the fact that Scott's dad was actually agreeing with Stiles on something.

"Yep. We, uh. . . we started looking for links between Barrow, faculty and students last night."

Stiles nodded, "So you already, then, know that stuff? You already thought of that."

"Your dad did. His one useful suggestion."

I held myself back from starting a verbal altercation with the man, knowing that it would do none of us any good. Stiles wasn't as restrained.

As Agent McCall swiped his key card and went to walk into the office, Stiles sidestepped so that he couldn't pass him. "You know, this attitude that you have toward my dad? You can dress it up to all the professional disapproval that you want. But I know the real reason why you don't like him."

I was just as taken aback as Agent McCall, who lost eye contact and tried to laugh off what Stiles had said. "Is that so?"

Stiles voice was so low, his face stiff like stone. I rarely saw him this serious. "Yeah. Because he knows something that you don't want him to know."

Agent McCall just laughed again and tried to walk past, but Stiles wasn't having it. He sidestepped again, looking the man dead in the eyes. "And guess what. I know it, too."

I noticed the man's smile fall as he watched Stiles carefully, throat bobbing as he stepped away from the boy. "Go home. Both of you. There's a. . . there's a curfew."

This time, Stiles let him go past. I took my boyfriend's hand and guided him away from the office and out of the building. "What was that all about?" I asked quietly.

"We needed a way to stall him, so I stalled," Stiles replied simply, not really giving me anything. I was holding his hand, but he felt so distant.

As we reached the Jeep, we saw Kira and Scott running towards us from the door they had entered through. They were both smiling, obviously not experiencing an encounter as awkward as we did.

"We did it," Scott grinned. "All the pics deleted."

Kira was almost bouncing with excitement, a smile splitting her face. "That was awesome! I mean, terrifying. Completely terrifying. . . but kind of awesome. I've never done anything like that before. Have you?"

The boys and I all made eye contact, very well knowing that we did something like this every other day. But were we about to admit that?
"Sometimes."

"Yeah, once or twice," Stiles agreed.

Kira just nodded, a little confused by how we kinda avoided the straight forward answer.

Scott turned to Kira, somewhat nervous. "I guess I should take you home."

She stopped smiling also, nodding and heading over to the boy's dirt bike. They seemed to like each other; I couldn't help but wonder what was keeping Scott from asking her our.

As Stiles and I went to get into the Jeep, Scott called out to us. Apparently he and Kira had decided to go to the party that Danny was throwing at Derek's loft.

I asked if he wanted to go, and he shrugged.
"Maybe something normal like a party will be good for all of us. Couldn't hurt."

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We arrived at the building in about ten minutes, climbing the stairs until we reached Derek's loft. As we were walking up the stairs, Stiles had been telling Scott about the key on his key ring. The day had been so busy, he hadn't gotten the chance to discuss it with him earlier.

The party was in full swing, the black lights on everywhere and everyone glowing from the glow-in-the-dark paint. Danny, Ethan and Aiden had put done well to do this all last minute.

When we had entered the apartment, I had noticed Isaac and Alison standing and laughing together. They seemed rather close; like. . . on each other close. Isaac saw me looking and immediately stopped talking.

I told Stiles that I would come and find him, I just needed to go talk to Isaac. Stiles was a bit busy talking to Scott to really notice.

As I walked over, Alison stopped also, looking at me carefully. "Riley, I know how this must look but-"

I put a hand on her arm to get her to stop talking, "I'm happy for you," I told her, before looking at Isaac. "Both of you. Honestly, it's about time."

Alison smiled, but didn't say anything. I think she was too nervous to. I turned and began to walk back to Stiles, when I felt a hand grab my arm. Isaac held me, staring at me for a moment as he tried to gather the words to speak to me.

"Isaac, we're not together anymore. You don't need my permission to be happy," I informed him.

He bit his lip, "Riley, she's your best friend. I just don't want you thinking I'm doing this out of spite or anything. We just started hanging out more recently and I don't even know how, it just. . . happened."

"Isaac, seriously, it's okay," I smiled. "But if you hurt her, I'll choke the life out of you. You know I can."

Isaac laughed, smiling as he gave me a hug. He was moving on finally, and I honestly couldn't be happier for him. He deserved it. When we pulled apart, Isaac's hands remained on my arms.
"I hope I didn't cause too much trouble for you and Stilinski."

The corner of my mouth lifted in a half smile, "Don't stress. If anything, we're more honest with each other now."

The boy was going to say more, but was interrupted by Stiles, who slowly removed Isaac's hands from me as he put his arm over my shoulder. "Hey, do you want to dance?"

"Sounds like fun."
I said goodbye to Isaac and walked away with Stiles. I had left my jacket in the car, leaving me in just a cropped singlet. Getting Stiles to stop, I grabbed some paint and a paint brush, handing it to him.
"Paint me?"

Stiles' eyes widened as he looked at me, mouth falling open a couple of times? "Wh-what?"

"Paint me," I repeated, laughing.

He took the brush, dipped it in the paint and then held it near my arm, but not touching. His hand was shaking until finally, he started. The paint was cold but my whole body felt hot at Stiles' touch.

I observed the strokes he made, like spirals and swirls of air travelling down my arms. He then stopped painting, making eye contact with me.
"Even if you weren't a sylph, this is how I see you. Free spirited, gentle, beautiful."

My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How was he so perfect?

"Do you like it?"

I took the brush from his hand, painting a small heart onto his wrist. "I love it."

He leaned forward, closing his eyes to kiss me. I was going to return the gesture, but instead, his lips met the paintbrush. I wiped it across his lips as his eyes opened in shock. I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction.

"Oh, you think that's funny do you?" He asked. I continued to laugh, nodding as I did so.
"Right, okay, come here."

I yelped as he grabbed me, pulling me towards him as he kissed my cheeks, leaving paint behind on both. "Still funny," I informed him, before kissing him on the lips.