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You think you’re the painter, but you’re the canvas.

— John Green: Turtles all the way down

stiles: what’s it called when you kill your friend?

scott: murder

stiles: homiecide

In Denial // A Theo Raeken story

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 link below

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On my way to Lydia's house, I received another text.

LIAM: Please understand I had to do it.

I ignored the text, still upset about the issue that occurred earlier today, and continued my drive to Lydia's. Stiles' birthday is tomorrow and Lydia and I need to finish decorating the lake house. I've actually been planning this party for my brother, with Lydia, for a while. He means the world to me. I really hope the current situation doesn't ruin his special day. His 18th birthday.

Actually, Stiles and I have the same birthday. We're twins. Ever since Stiles and I turned five, we decide to have separate birthday parties. Then we got into the conflict of having the party on the actual date of our birth, so we switch off every other year. And I love it.

For the past three months, Stiles has been begging me to convince Lydia to have the party at the lake house. Somehow, Lydia convinced her mom, and now we have a lake house. A much bigger space for a party rather than the usual location, Scotts house.

I pull into Lydia's long driveway and up to her humongous mansion-type house. It's like a castle compared to my tiny, dirty house. The grass looks freshly cut and the bushes, neatly trimmed into little spheres. I get out of my car, opening the trunk. Inside the trunk are two cardboard boxes stuffed to the brim with streamers, deflated balloons, and different variations of party banners.

Lydia aproaches my car with her signature curly, strawberry blonde hair and neat smile.

"Need a hand, sweetie?" She takes a box in her arms and frowns at me. "How much stuff did you bring?" She says. She wears a casual dress with her usual heels. Her dog, Prada, prances out from behind her a jumps on my leg. I pet her on the head for a few seconds and look back at Lydia.

I reply, "Enough for a good party." She snorts and carries the box to the trunk of her car, which also has boxes with snacks and miscellaneous pieces of silverware and paper dishes. I follow her with the second box and I close my trunk, as she does her's.

"Got the cake?" I ask. She opens the door to the backseat and points to a small box holding a delicious looking cake coverd in light blue icing. About the same color as Stiles' Jeep. 

"Of course dear. How could I forget?" She shuts the door, opening the drivers door.

I hop in the passengers side of the vehicle, and we head to the lake house.

Thirty or so minutes later, we arrive.

After two and a half hours of hanging streamers and filling the fridge with snacks, we finally finish setting up for the party. Lydia drives me back to her house, in which I picked up my car and left for my house. I tiredly open the front door, locking it behind me. The time on the clock hanging on the living room wall says nine o'clock.

"Dad, Stiles, I'm home!" No reply. I walk into the kitchen, expecting to see someone, but nobody was there. I run upstairs to check Stiles' room. Nobody either. Upon glancing at his bed, I spot a small sticky note, pressed lightly against the duvet covers. I pick it up and read it.

Hey Ruby, I'm staying at Scott's tonight. Dad told me to tell you he has a late shift again. See you tomorrow!! I'm so excited! Can you believe we are almost 18?! Anyways, love you sis. Cya.

I laugh at the note. Another note to add to the box full I have stored in my room. Nice, I have the whole house to myself.

I walk down the hallway a bit and into my room. I quietly close the door behind me. I turn around and immediately scream. I catch my breath when I realize it's not an intruder but it's just six foot one Theo Raeken.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?! AND MY ROOM! ON MY BED!!" Theo didn't move from his position, sitting  on the edge of my bed.

"I kinda don't have a place to stay." He gives me a shy smile. I've never seen Theo without his signature cocky grin so this was a strange look on him.

"Yeah okay but what made you think you could stay at my house? You know Stiles AND the sheriff live here."

"You were the only one I could trust." He rubs the back of his neck, anxiously, not pointing out the fact he has a black duffel bag sitting on the bed next to him. Theo is the last person I'd ever want in my room, let alone on my bed.

"You have Scott. You have the pack. I have no one. I figured you might be kind enough to let me stay. At least on the couch or in a spare room." His voice was soft as he continued. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was right. He has nobody.

"Stiles is staying at Scott's and my dad is coming home late. I can't risk you on the couch but I could get some clean blankets so you could stay in the spare room." He smiled at that. "However," I start, "If my dad catches you, I'm not covering for you."

"Deal." He stands up and grabs his things as I lead him to the spare room.

"Stay here, I'll go get some blankets."

When I got back to the room, Theo was sitting on the bed like before, his bag on the ground.

"Thank you for doing this, Ruby."

"Don't expect it again." And with that, I left him with the blankets, closing the door, and tucking myself into my nice, warm bed. Before falling asleep I think to myself since when am I nice to Theo Raeken? And with that thought, I close my eyes and fall asleep.

Hiiiii. It's em aka rappsmoonlight or voidstu. How are you enjoying the story? I would LOVE to hear feedback or suggestions.  Maybe leave a comment about your predictions on the next chapter. I know not a lot of people are reading this. It's June 22 (a day after I posted the first chapter) I'm going to write often so you can count on new chapters soon. Please please please share with your friends. It would mean the world to me. I love you all sm. Xoxo -em

Word count: 1098 (longer than last chapter)

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“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.”

— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Nothing will ever reach the cinematic genius of void stiles murdering people in a hospital hallway to the tune of Bad Moon Rising. I’m sorry but television has peaked

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In Denial // A Theo Raeken story

Chapter 5

School went by like normal for a few days. Occasionally, the average student would be taken by the ghost riders. The population of Beacon Hills was diminishing by a very rapid pace. On Thursday, however, all of the teachers, principal and vice principal, and councilors finally went missing and school was finally shut down. The students knew something was wrong but couldn't quite figure it out. Coach was the only one who went to school on Thursday, and I know that because the pack was there.

"Where is everyone? What the hell is even this? Is there a holiday or something that I wasn't informed about?" Coach followed us down the halls as we walked to the library, desperate for answers on how to stop the wild hunt and the ghost riders.

"No, Coach, everyone is gone," Scott told Coach. "But, we are going to get them back."

"You better McCall. I'm not getting paid." And with that, Coach stormed off into his small office to do god knows what.

As per usual, we didn't come up with a plan that day Now, the Friday sun arose and my alarm clock jolted me awake. I leaned over the side of the bed to click it off. My eyes were still filled with gross morning crusties, which I generously rubbed off.

Downstairs, my dad was making breakfast for us. Just me and him again this morning.                      "Hey, sweetie. I'm making eggs for breakfast." He turned around from the stove and smiled at me.

"No work today?" I ask. He only shakes his head. There's barely anybody left to help. As the sheriff, he swore to protect the citizens of Beacon Hills county. Now that there is no one left, he doesn't have to. 

"I'm going to go for a walk, dad," I shout from the living room after cleaning up after breakfast. I grab my canvas white tennis shoes and walk out the door. My dad knows I can take care of myself. 

I jump into my car and drive to the woods where I usually take my morning jog. These are the same woods that Stiles dragged Scott to before sophomore year. I remember that day so well. Stiles wanted to find this dead body so bad. He was telling me about it all afternoon at home. 

I enter the woods, following my same self-made trail. The trees sway to the soft summer breeze. All I'm wearing today is some black leggings, despite the summer heat, and a plain grey t-shirt from Stiles' closet. I love days like today where it's not too hot and not too cold. I brush my hand against the side of a tree as I walk past it. A laugh is forming inside my chest, something I haven't felt in weeks. The woods is where I feel free.  Ahead of me, I see something on the ground, next to a big oak tree. As I walk closer, I notice it's a boy. He's curled up next to the tree, his back is facing me. 

"Hey, are you okay?" The boy turns around revealing his face. "Theo? What are you doing?" He sits up.

"I have nowhere to stay." Now I feel horrible about saying I didn't care. He finally stands up. "Ruby, what are you doing in the middle of the woods anyways. It's not safe."

"I could say the same to you, Theo." He looks like a stray dog who's been kept outside in the rain. his once fluffy hair is now flat and soaking wet. 

"I can handle myself." He walks past me in the direction I came in. 

"Theo." He stops but doesn't turn to me. "Let me take you to my house so you can get some clean clothes and a shower. You look horrible."

On the car ride home, we say nothing. My dad left to meet Scott. At least thats what the note left in the kitchen says. I lead Theo upstairs and show him the spare bathroom that I call mine.

"Wait here." I walk into Stiles' room, which I haven't done in a few weeks. The room still smells like him. Everything is where it normally is. After my dad uncovered his room, we left the red strings up. They flow from one side of the room to the other, up and down, in all directions. They mesmerize me. I stand in the doorway admiring his detective board, his desk, and his bed.

I remember when Stiles and I were little, before mom died, we would sit on his bed and played action figures and Barbies. One time he lost his Batman figure and we looked for hours to find it. Turns out it was under his pillow the whole time.

I cover my mouth with my hand, trying not to let out a sob. Everyday we waste trying to figure out how to defeat the ghost riders is a day where Stiles is stuck somewhere. Somewhere probably scary.

I feel a pair of hands on my shoulder. They pull me away from the door frame, and one hand lifts off to close the door.

"Hey, it's okay." Theo says. He pulls me into a tight hug. I wrap my hands around his waist as he squeezes me tighter. He kisses the top of my head. I've never felt so protected, so safe.

No, I can't think that. I pull away and look him in the eyes. They shimmer from the bathroom lights that leak into the empty hallway. Which reminds me...

"You need a shower." He laughs.

"Well, now so do you." He walks towards Stiles' room again, opening the door. He lets himself in and picks out a shirt, a pair of jeans, a flannel, and some boxers. He shuts the door behind him and walks into the bathroom. Before shutting the door I hand him a clean towel, and he stops to wink at me. Then he closes the door and a few minutes later I hear the water running. I go back to my room and pick out some clothes to change into. I put on a pair of high waisted blue jeans, a soft, creme colored sweater, and a small gold necklace Stiles gave me last year for Christmas. I pull my hair down from the ponytail I had in and ran my hands through my hair a few times.

Theo takes a short shower, 15 minutes  to be exact. When he's done, we comes back into my room, wearing the new, clean clothes. He carries his towel in his hands.

"Wow," He says.

"What?" I ask him as he sits on the chair next to my desk.

"You look... good." I blush.

"Thanks." I grab my purse filled with my phone, some lip gloss, my wallet, and extra hair ties. "Okay you're coming with." I grab his towel and throw it on my bed. Then, I grab his hand and pull him downstairs.

"Should I be wondering where we are going?" He says as I get in my car.

"Pack meeting." I glance at the clock in my car. It's only 11. The pack meeting is scheduled for 12. "But first lunch. I'm starving and I bet you are too." He nodds his head viciously.

"Yes please."

I drive into the parking lot of my favortie diner, Brandon's. My mouth is watering just thinking about some french fries. Thankfully, Brandon's is right outside of Beacon Hills, so there should be workers.

Theo walks ahead to hold the door to the diner for me. How sweet.

"Thanks," I say.

"Least I could do." He smiles.

"Ruby!" I turn to the counter inside the restaurant.

"Isaac!" I walk over to my friend Isaac who greets me with a smile as per usual. "How've you been?" I ask.

"Pretty good. You know, the usual. Who's thissss? You must be a friend of Ruby's." He turns his attention to Theo.

"I'm Theo, nice to meet you." Theo holds out his hand to Isaac, who shakes it. I've never seen Theo be so polite.

"Yes, nice to meet you too Theo. Anyways, you know the drill Rubs. Sit wherever, someone will help you shortly." I smile and wave goodbye to Isaac who waves back.

Theo and I find a seat near the back. We sit across from eachother.

"Who was that?" Theo asks.

"My friend Isaac. He used to live in Beacon Hills but lives in Orange county, which is only two towns over." He nods.

"Cool."

Our food arrives and Theo immediately scarfs it down. He probably hasn't eaten in days. My burger and fries turns out good as usual. When we are done eating, we drive to Scotts house. Everyone's car is here. The time on the clock reads 12:15. Crap.

"Okay, when we go inside they are going to be a little mad. But that's okay."

"A little?" He ask sarcastically.

"Okay, a lot. But... don't get mad because that will make things worse. You know how they are." He nods. "I need you. Even though I have to hate you." He frowns at that.

"You don't have to," he persuades me. But no, I have to stick with my pack.

"I do. Because your the bad guy. And I hate saying that but it's really hard to trust you. Actually, it's pretty hard for anyone to trust you."

"I know." He puts his hand on top of mine, which rests on the shifter in my jeep. "But, I'm trying to fix that. I need to tell you thank you." I smile. I put the car in park and take my foot off the break. Theo finally lets go of my hand. We both step out of the car and wal to the front door.

"Remember what I said?" I say, more of a statement than a question. He looks at me in understanding.

Chapter 5!!!! Wow okay I have the perfect plot planned and i hope yall like it. Chapter 6 will be up soon.

Xoxo-em

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