laid restless in your bed, tossing and turning, trying to escape all of
the thoughts rushing through your mind. You turned and grabbed you
phone, the brightness of the screen stinging your eyes. 2:17am it
flashed at you. “Great.” You sighed, twiddling your fingers. You let the
minutes pass as you stared at your ceiling, it felt like hours. “That’s
it.” You grunted as you kicked the sheets off of your pale skin,
grabbed what you needed from your drawers and headed for outside.
You lived in a massive warehouse that belonged to Derek Hale. Isaac,
Cora, Boyd and Erica shared the home as well. Derek had found you months
ago stranded in the middle of the woods in the pouring rain after you
had just ran away from your abusive home containing a drunk step-father.
Derek didn’t even give you a chance to say no, or barely even introduce
yourself before he was gum-deep in your side.
It was October 30th, mischief night. Usually, most students don’t bother doing anything, they just wait until Halloween itself, but you and your twin brother spent the entire year, every year coming up with a new way to play tricks on Coach Finstock.
This year, however, you both decided that seeing as it was Senior Year, your last of high school, AND Coach’s birthday, why leave the tricks anonymous? You both planned to leave a small card near the trick.
Your twin brother, Stiles Stilinski, walked into his Economics class with a grin on his face as he sat next to his best friend, Scott McCall. His grin widened as he heard Coach Finstock yelling in his office. “Son of a bitch!” He yelled and the class let out a laugh. Stiles had left a gift box on Coach’s desk, filled with seemingly harmless bolts and screws, but as Coach lifted the box to take a closer look, everything in his office, connected by a sting under the box, fell to the ground. “STILINSKI!” He screamed after reading the small card, and Stiles could barely contain his laughter.
Coach stepped out of his office just as you pranced into his class. “What up, Finstock?” You teased in a cool-girl voice. You had gotten a transfer into his Economics class as the other teacher was too confusing for you. You placed your transfer slip on his desk and made your way to your brother. “You will spend the rest of your days in detention if you don’t clean that up after class, Stilinski.” Coach snapped. “Woah, Coach, what happened in there?” You asked, laughing at the consequences of your twin brother’s actions. “And who the hell are you?” Coach sneered. You pointed at the slip on his desk, “sign it” you told him. Coach picked up the slip and read the last name on it. Your impression of a “card” to him. “Stilinski.” He whispered in disgust. “It literally sickens me to my very core that there are two of you on this earth.” He exclaimed. “I better use my lucky pen for this one.” He added. “Oh yes, that one and that one only!” You smirked. As he picked up his pen, your pre-planned attack went into motion. Coach didn’t take notice of the string attached to his pen, and as he tugged it over to the paper, everything in the classroom fell to the floor, just like it had in his office.
“STILINSKI!” He screamed in rage, this time at you. All you and your brother could do was high five and sit back to take the consequences.
So I was listening to Ed Sheeran’s “Hearts Don’t Break Around Here” and that phrase immediately brought back a particular post about a Bumbleby moment of this sort in one of the anthologies (couldn’t remember where and who posted it, lol). I had to draw it or it will kill me.