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Good to know when you run naked and screaming into the woods in the middle of the night apparently they don't send you to the psych ward, but to some fantastic beach paradise.

This place reminds me of one of the islands the cruise my parents took me on a couple years ago when they broke the news that they were splitting up. Which is only minorly traumatizing in comparison I guess to being told you're fictional! Which is really cute because I'm so over this already.

Is anything worthwhile actually here? Besides sun and sand, obviously.

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So you weren't stabbed.

Yes, I was!

Then what am I getting in line for?

It's an expression, how would you even know that

Talk to you later, Lydia.

Oh my god, stop.

I'm stopping.

Way to be completely unhelpful and vaguely creepy.

If she doesn't want help, that's not my problem.

If you wanted to be helpful there were a million more ways to go about it.

I can't help her if I don't know what's wrong.

Well yeah, but I was planning on telling her everything! She got bitten by Peter, she deserves to know. But now you've probably ruined it, ugh.

What part of that sounds like a fantastic idea, Stiles? 'Hey, Lydia, you weren't stabbed, you were actually bitten by Derek's uncle, who, by the way, was a werewolf'?

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Well, no shit, I wouldn't phrase it like that! But she got bitten by one, it wouldn't be fair to keep her in the dark about it. I mean, it clearly did something to her.

Like I was gonna segue into it with, you know, me getting attacked by a werewolf too but noooo you had to jump the gun and UGH I'm not talking to you for the rest of the day.

You? Stop talking?

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Is this funny to you?

No! Of course not.

Is that why you were lurking around the hospital? To feed out information to weirdos about what happened to me?

No! I was worried about you, that's all!

And he's just asking all these weirdo questions out of the goodness of his probably-not-a-murderer heart?

Derek just has his own theories about what happened, okay? And apparently no tact or social skills.

But... okay. If Allison's around, will you come by and we'll talk about all this stuff? I'll keep a leash on Derek, don't worry. He's not a bad guy but he's still an asshole.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Oh shut up, you're on notice.

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I don't care if some random creeper has a theory about what happened to me. It's got nothing to do with him or you guys. So no, I'm not coming over to talk about it.

And Allison shouldn't be there either, but it's not like I could keep from hanging out with losers before.