Disclaimer: Pssht, OK Link to Tori's outfits in order of appearance just click my name up top cause they is in my profile. Thanks to Asher Knight for being awesomely awesome. BTW title is a Lana Del Rey song.
'Golly gee, when you turn those heaters on
Woe is me, gotta put my cheaters on
Jeepers creepers, where did you get those peepers?
Oh, those weepers, how they hypnotize
Where did you get those eyes?'
Astoria James sang out as she danced around her room in a pair of green crochet slipper boots, rainbow knee-high socks, lime green Victoria Secret boy shorts, and an over-sized black t-shirt. She was choosing something to wear for the first day of school tomorrow. She hardly paused her bouncing as the song moved on to 'Blow Your Mind' by Jesse McCartney.
"I've been watchin' you
Can't believe just what I'm seeing
You've been watching me
Yea baby, better believe it
If you wanna dance
Here's your chance to make it right
If you want romance
Baby I'll take you home tonight
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I know exactly what you wanna hear
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm gonna give it to ya "
Astoria let out a strangled sound as she turned and saw one her best friends in the doorway. She lived with the McCall's while her single dad served his most recent tour in Afghanistan.
"Holy fucking shit balls," she gasped out hand clutched over her heart.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack you jerk?" she asked the teen boy who still stood by the door.
"Did you hear that?" Scott McCall asked the girl intensely.
"I mean seriously Scotty…what the frack was that?" Astoria stopped mid-sentence as a thump sound was heard by the two.
"That sound," Scott whispered before he turned and headed downstairs.
"Scott, wait for me," the brunette hissed as she grabbed a gray zip-up hoodie and quickly followed the other teen.
The two crept through the empty house quietly; Scott took the lead with a baseball bat in his hands. After they checked all the rooms the duo made their way to their wraparound porch and gingerly walked around the outside of the house. They heard a rustle from the bushes and inched towards them. All of a sudden a figure appeared before them from the roof and the screaming began. Scott raised the bat in a hitter's position whilst Astoria moved further away.
"Stiles what the hell are you doing?" Scott asked when he recognized their best friend.
"You guys weren't answering your phones," the boy responded as if what he had done was the normal response to the situation.
"Why do you have a bat?" Stiles asked when he noticed that Scott still held his weapon offensively.
"I thought you were a predator," Scott defended. Stiles scoffed in response while Astoria rolled her eyes. Now that she knew they weren't in any danger she was ready to go and finish what she had begun, especially since she had avoided Stiles since the last weekend.
"Look, I know it's late but you two gotta hear this," Stiles said shifting his eyes to try to see Astoria who was still hidden in the shadows. In his mind he got a flash of 'pale skin and pleasepleaseplease,' he blinked and it was gone.
"I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called, they're bringing every officer from the Beacon and even state police," he continued as the girl moved out of the dark and farther away from the boys.
"For what?" she asked, she cursed herself when he focused his attention on her.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods," Stiles answered before he flipped over. He had just noticed that Astoria was wearing nothing but an opened sweatshirt, a t-shirt, and a pair of lime green underwear; and after getting he got to see what was underneath that, well he didn't want to get too distracted and actually fall off the roof.
"A dead body?" Scott asked oblivious to the tension radiating from his two best friends. He leaned over the railing to see the other boy, the brunette girl turned to look at Scott incredulously. She really wondered about him and his thought process.
"No, a body of water; yes, dumbass a dead body," Stile said as he stood from the ground and leaned on the white wood. He then leaped over the aforementioned wooden railing so that he stood in front of his two best friends.
"You mean…like murdered," Astoria murmured as she cocked her head to the side in thought.
"No one knows yet," Stiles shrugged a little, and placed his hands on his hips; he eyed the girl.
"Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties," Stiles spoke as he moved his hands around and then he placed them in his pockets.
"Wait a second, if they found the body what are they looking for?" Scott asked confused. Astoria nodded and turned to look at Stiles expectantly or well at a point above his shoulder actually.
"That's the best part," Stiles said obviously full of glee but he tried to restrain himself to catch their attention.
"They only found half," he practically sung, he swung his arms around erratically.
"We're going," Stiles said firmly. The other two teens turned and looked at each other in silent contemplation. Astoria just shrugged as if to say 'hey-what-the-hell-we've-done-worse', but mentally groaned knowing she couldn't really get out of going without making Scott suspicious. Scott nodded and then they both turned to face their anxious best friend.
"Alright let's go," Scott said ready to leave. Stiles and Astoria both hesitated a little.
"What?" Scott asked as he looked between the two for an answer, Astoria just sighed.
"Uh, maybe we should wait until Tori puts on some actual clothes," Stiles answered as he sent a pointed glance to the girl's completely bare thighs, he pushed back memories of them wrapped around his waist and 'yesohgodthere'. Scott looked down confused.
"Where you dressed like that this whole time?" he asked still staring at her legs.
"Uh, yeah," she replied shaking her head.
"Why? Aren't you cold?" he questioned oblivious.
"Scott it's like midnight and I didn't want to be left alone while you investigated some weird and unknown sound. Have you seen horror movies? That would just be asking for me to get killed," the girl huffed.
"Well you should go put something on so we can go," the taller teen ordered. Tori rolled her hazel eyes before she turned to walk back inside. Stiles who had watched the two couldn't help but let his eyes slide down to watch her hips sway as she left. 'Stiles!'
~20 Minutes, a pair of pants, and a sweatshirt later~
The light blue jeep that belonged to Stiles approached the entrance of the preserve.
"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked as the trio exited the car.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town. Besides, it's our last night of summer freedom," Stiles said in response and slapped him on the shoulder.
"He's right Scott, let's enjoy our adventure before practice and homework ruin our lives, of course with our luck it had to be fucking raining," Tori said in support of the teen that led them.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep for practice tomorrow," Scott said in defense as he stopped in front of the jeep and then followed them. Tori and Stiles rolled their eyes in unison at that but continued to move.
"Right, because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort," Stiles answered sarcastically as he led the way with the flashlight. Tori shoved him from behind sharply, the taller teen lost his balance and shot her glare; she gave him a pointed glare in return.
"No because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line," Scott said confidently, Tori nodded her head proudly.
"That's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream. Even a pathetically unrealistic one," Stiles shrugged. This time Tori didn't shove him, she punched him on the shoulder.
"Ow! What the-"
"If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all asshole," she shot back.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked to change the subject before the other two started to really get into it.
"Huh. I didn't even think about that," Stiles said and cocked his head to the side a little but he continued to lead the trio through the foliage.
"And, uh, what if whoever killed the girl is still out here?" Scott asked his best friend.
"Also something I didn't think about," Stiles conceded and nodded his head slightly. Tori scoffed and muttered a soft "unbelievable".
"Comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail," she snarked as the three started to climb a rather steep hill, Scott panted heavily next her.
"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight," Scott gasped as they reached the top and decided to lean against a tree and take a few pumps of his inhaler. Tori stopped and put a comforting hand on his shoulder; he turned and smiled at her before he moved after the other teen. The two of them saw Stiles dive to the ground and freeze. The duo followed his lead, Tori with more finesse than the other two. She cursed when she realized she was in between them. Stiles turned off the flashlight; he tried and failed to ignore the petite body that pressed against his side. The trio watched as police officers walked around the clearing and marked off a perimeter with yellow tape under floodlights.
"Come on," Stiles said as he scrambled from the ground and took off in a random direction.
"Stiles!" the two exclaimed before they raced after him. Tori, whom was the faster of the two because of Scott's asthma, caught up to the boy in front of them which left Scott behind.
"Stiles!" the two heard which made Stiles stop abruptly. Tori had not expected the move slammed into him and the two of them toppled the ground, Tori softened the blow. The two laid there in shock, before barking made them jump. Stiles and Tori struggled out of the tangle they had been and Tori crawled away and backwards, while Stiles rose to stand in front of her protectively.
"Hold it right there!" someone shouted.
"Hang on, hang on. These little delinquents belong to me," the Sheriff said.
"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles asked and shielded his face from the other Stilinski's flashlight. Tori stood and moved to stand next to Stiles reluctantly.
"So, do you, uh, listen to all my phone calls?" the Sheriff asked.
"No," Stiles denied, his dad stared at him.
"Well, not the boring ones," he amended. The Sheriff nodded before look to Tori,
"Astoria, does Melissa know you're out here?" he said. Tori shook her head slightly and stared pointedly at her gray Uggs. He sighed and turned his head to scan their surroundings.
"So, where's your other usual partner in crime?" the man asked his son.
"Who? Scott?" Stiles asked as if there was anyone else the Sheriff would ask him about.
"Scott's at home. Said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school," Stiles continued while Tori, who finally looked away from her boots, nodded vigorously in agreement.
"It's just me and Tori. Alone in the woods. Just the two of us. In the woods. Alone," the teen boy continued. Tori kicked him subtly and he stopped talking. His dad looked at the two for the suspiciously before he called out for Scott. After a few minutes of no response or movement form within the shadows of the forest the Sheriff turned his attention back to the duo.
"Well, young man, I'm going to walk the two of you to your car and we…" the Sheriff started as he grabbed Stiles by his jacket collar and started to lead them away.
"… are going to discuss a little something called Invasion of Privacy. Then you're going to drop Astoria back to the McCall's house before driving straight home, and staying there. Understand?"
"Loud and clear daddy-o," Stiles said as he was forcefully led towards his jeep. Tori followed behind the Stilinski men dreading the ride home.
"See you tomorrow," Tori mumbled tiredly when Big Blue, her nickname for Stiles' jeep, pulled in front of the McCall's residence. The ride had been full of tension and awkward silence as Stiles tried to figure out how to broach the topic.
"Well, peace" Tori said as she moved to get out of the car.
"Tori wait," he said and grabbed her wrist when she tried to turn and open the door. He saw her tense.
"What?" she asked neutrally.
"Whatdaya mean what? Are we going to talk about this?" he asked.
"Talk about what?" she responded still half turned looking out the window.
"About what happened last weekend?" Stiles exclaimed.
"What about it?"
Stiles spluttered half-formed words blown away by the girl's nonchalance on the subject.
"Uh, maybe because we slept together you know had sex; did the horizontal tango, got it on? Any of that ringing bells in that head of yours?" he said hysterically Tori just shrugged.
"So she says. Can you at least look at me?" he asked frustrated. Tori sighed letting go of the door and turned to face the driver. She made sure, however, that she kept her eyes at a point on his nose.
"I meant in the eye," the boy practically growled. The hazel eyed girl steeled herself and raised her eyes to meet his.
"There, looking you in the eye. Are we done here?" she asked raising a brow at him.
"No, not done," Stiles said.
"Do you even remember what happened that night? Like in its entirety?" Tori questioned.
"I remember bits in pieces. Enough to know what I think happened actually happened," he answered keeping the fact that he kept getting flashbacks that revealed more and more as time went on.
"Okay, listen. We were drunk, you were sad and it happened. It was one time and clearly a mistake. We forget it happened, never mention it again, and move on," Tori said forcefully keeping eye contact and pushed the hurt deep down. Stiles looked unsure.
"Please," Tori begged. Stiles looked into her hazel-green eyes and saw something in there that was unfamiliar to him, hidden among the desperation.
"Okay, we'll forget. It'll be like it never happened, right?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes, we never mention it again. We don't tell anyone," Tori said firmly. Stiles nodded his consent and Tori let out a sigh of relief.
"Okay, good night, I'll see you tomorrow," she said.
"Sweet dreams Princess," Stiles teased automatically.
"Don't call me that," the brunette girl retaliated immediately before she moved and opened the door of the truck.
That night Stiles dreamed of what happened that weekend, but when he woke up the only things he could remember were hazel green eyes and the smell of her perfume which still lingered on his sheets.