what if allison has a deal with her parents where they let her be but in exchange she still has to attend rich classy people gatherings a few time a year. what if she only ever takes foxes as her +1 & some of them play along & some cause a lot of raised eyebrows and some get into political discussions & some get way into playing pretend couple to get a raise of the crowd. who do you think would do what & do you think allison would start finding these parties entertaining for the first time ever
i’m gonna make this post-TKM, because the foxes are way closer after that also this got REALLY long (like really. it’s basically a book.) so the answer is below the cut
Sometimes Allison scared you, in the best sort of way, with just how talented she was when it came to fighting and using weapons. For a girl in her teens she was…skilled. It was a little scary, but you needed scary when things kept trying to kill you every five seconds.
Sunday re-up! Still no reissues or anything from the Kendra Smith universe … but she did contribute some writing to the latest Bull Tongue Review. So there’s that!
It’s been well over a decade since Kendra Smith has been heard from, musically at least. If she’s mentioned at all these days, it’s usually as the co-founder of Opal, the band that would eventually morph (without Smith) into Mazzy Star. Or perhaps there was a flurry of interest when critics started mentioning Opal as a touchstone for blog faves Beach House. But for the most part, she’s been relegated to footnote status – and considering that almost all of the recordings she’s been involved in are long out of print, one imagines Kendra prefers it that way. But the music deserves to be heard! So I’ve put together a one disc compilation that stretches from one of her earliest recordings (a German language cover of the Velvets’ “All Tomorrow’s Parties”) to what I believe was her final live performance to date in 1998. In between, you’ll hear songs from The Dream Syndicate, Rainy Day and Opal, as well as some fantastic solo tunes. It all hangs together quite nicely, with plenty of the hazy, dreamlike sounds that Smith made her trademark. Enjoy!
1. Alle Morgens Parties - Kendra Smith 2. Too Little Too Late - The Dream Syndicate 3. Flying On The Ground Is Wrong - Rainy Day 4. Grains of Sand - Opal 5. My Only Friend - Opal 6. Hear The Wind Blow - Opal 7. Indian Summer - Opal 8. Freight Train - Opal 9. Happy Nightmare Baby - Opal 10. She’s A Diamond - Opal 11. Magick Power - Opal 12. Stars Are In Your Eyes - Kendra Smith 13. She Brings The Rain - Kendra Smith 14. Iridescent 31 - Kendra Smith 15. Aurelia - Kendra Smith 16. In Your Head - Kendra Smith 17. Temporarily Lucy (live) - Kendra Smith 18. Lay This Body Down (live) - Kendra Smith
Monday afternoon, and I was sitting on the bench watching the boys lacrosse practice. I was very surprised to see Scott run out onto the field late and line up behind everyone else.
“Let’s go! One-on-one from the top! Jackson, take a long stick.” Coach yelled before Jackson took the stick and stood at defence. Time after time, Jackson kept the players from reaching the net, and after an exceptionally horrible attempt, coach made Greenberg take a lap, though we all knew that that lap was going to take the rest of practice. Finally, it was Scott’s turn, but he was distracted watching Greenberg’s attempt to run.
“McCall what are you waiting for? Let’s go.” Coach said. Scott shook himself out of his daze and went running towards the goal, only to be knocked on his ass by Jackson. What is the point of having werewolf powers if you don’t use them?!
“Hey, McCall.” Coach said as he began walking to Scott, who was still laying down, “Hey, McCall!”
Scott finally stood up and walked over to coach, who began to lecture him immediately.
“McCall’s gonna do it again! McCall’s gonna do it again.” Coach taunted as Scott jogged back to the line.
This time, when the whistle was blown, Scott didn’t run for the goal, he ran directly for Jackson and shoulderd him. Hard. Jackson landed flat on his back, gripping his shoulder. Scott just stood there, gripping his head until he fell to his knees. I quickly stood up and walked as fast as I could towards him.
“Scott? Scott you okay?” Stiles asked as we both kneeled down next to him.
“I can’t control it. It’s happening.” Scott whispered.
“What? Right here? Now? Come on, get up. Come on. Come on.” Stiles said as we both stood Scott up and walked him to the locker room. As soon as we entered, Scott threw off his gloves and fell to the ground with Stiles and I kneeling in front of him.
Stiles was trying to calm him down but Scott scream-growled at us to get away from him. My heart jumped as I scrambled against the wall next to the door. I clutched my chest and watched as Scott began to stalk Stiles like he was prey. I sucked up my pain and grabbed the fire extinguisher that was above me. I could feel my heart beat faster and even more irregular as I walked up next to Stiles, pointed the nozzle at Scott and sprayed him. As soon as the growls stopped, so did I. Scott fell to the ground and pulled of his helmet.
“Stiles, Liv, what happened?” He asked, sounding tired.
I hadn’t even known that my whole body was swaying, but before I knew it, I was staring up at the ceiling as Scott and Stiles both lunged to catch me. I did the best that I could to ignore the pain in my chest as I focused on my breathing. Once the boys realised that I wasn’t going to pass out, they began to talk about what had just happened.
“You tried to kill us. Scott, it’s like we told you. It’s your anger. It’s your pulse rising. It’s a trigger.” Stiles explained.
“But that’s lacrosse. It’s a pretty violent game if you haven’t noticed.” Scott complained.
“Well, it’s gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can’t play Saturday. You’re gonna have to get out of the game.”
“I’m on first line.” Scott protested.
“Not anymore.” Stiles concluded.
I sat outside of the locker room while the boys got changed, both of them deciding it was better to go home rather than risk Scott wolfing out again. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, feeling completely exhausted. I opened them to the sound of footsteps and saw Scott and Stiles dressed in their normal clothes with their bags slung over their shoulders.
We all walked out to the parking lot, and Scott got on his bike and pedaled away. Stiles and I continued on to the Jeep, I yanked open the passenger door and shoved my bag from the seat to the floor before climbing in.
“This is getting really exhausting.” I sighed as I looked at Stiles.
“What is.” He asked as he started the Jeep and pulled out.
“This. The whole thing with Scott. With my heart. Everything. It’s all just so tiring. I honestly don’t know how much more I can take.” I said with a frustrated sigh, “Seriously, do you have any idea how much I envy you?”
“Because you can be on a team, you can run, you can dance, you can get scared without passing out, you can be a teenager.” I exclaimed before continuing quietly, “You can be a normal person and I can’t.”
I hung my head, refusing to look anywhere other than my hands as I felt us roll to a stop in front of my house.
“You know you can always talk to me, you don’t need to keep it all bottled up.” Stiles said as he put a hand on my shoulder making me look up.
“Thank you.” I said softly before climbing out and walking into my house. I dropped my bag at the door, and walked upstairs to my room. I quickly changed into my pajamas, not even bothering to take off my makeup before I crawled into bed and fell asleep.
The rest of the week passed surprisingly fast, my mom had gotten home on Thursday and my dad was getting home that night. Scott had spent all week figuring out how to tell Coach that he couldn’t play on Saturday, convinced that everything would end badly after Derek broke into his room and told him that he couldn’t play.
I sat at home watching tv with my mom when the front door opened. I quickly stood up and rushed over to see my dad setting his bags down by the door. When he looked up, a huge smile took over his face.
“Daddy!” I yelled as I threw myself at him we stood there for a little, just hugging before my mom joined us. Once my dad was all settled in, we ate, hung out, and laughed quite a lot at stories he was telling of his latest travels. We all had just finished a laughing fit when dad looked at me suddenly serious.
“Liv, I believe we all have something to discuss.” He said with a heavy sigh.
“Yeah, we do.” I said, “It’s worse, my heart murmur.”
“Worse, how?” My mom asked, concerned.
“It started over the summer, I didn’t say anything because I was hoping that it would go away, but it didn’t. It’s slowly getting worse. A few days ago, I was at the Stilinski’s and I fell asleep, Sheriff came into Stiles’ room and accidentally scared me awake, immediately my chest felt like it had been set on fire. Then after that, I ran only a few feet and then passed out in the Jeep.” I explained.
“Do you think we need to schedule an appointment to get it checked out?” My dad asked.
“Yeah, I do.” I sighed.
“We’ll do it. Whatever we can do to help you sweetheart.” My dad said as he and my mom came over to wrap me up in their comforting arms.
I sat on the bleachers next to Melissa at the game and saw Lydia approach Scott with a determined look on her face.
“Scott.” She said harshly as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him right to her, “I just want you to remember one thing for tonight.”
“Winning isn’t everything?” He said in a slightly scared tone.
“Nobody likes a loser.” She said after laughing and being all touchy feely with him.
The whistle blew and the play began with everyone ignoring Scott. He finally had an open chance to get the ball and Jackson shoved him so he couldn’t get the ball. Jackson scored and everyone was going back to their original positions, Scott paused for a moment to glance behind me before shaking his head and continuing to his position. I glanced back to see Allison and Lydia holding a poster that said ‘ WE LUV U JACKSON’. Ouch.
As soon as I saw Scott bent over, I knew that he had wolfed out and I quickly stood up to sit next to Stiles.
“Oh, no.” He muttered as I sat down.
After a brief struggle over the ball, it was sent into the air, when Scott saw this, he lept into the air, using a player on the opposing team as leverage. He caught the ball and took off towards the goal, evading every attempt to stop him before launching the ball into the net. Stiles and I shot up and started hollering and clapping, high-fiving each other with huge smiles on our faces.
“Pass to McCall! Pass to McCall!” Coach shouted.
The ref blew the whistle again as another play began. The other team got the ball, but after a defender saw Scott he paused only a second before passing the ball to him.
“Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?” Coach asked as he sat down on the other Stiles for a moment.
“Yes, I believe so coach.” He responded as he chewed nervously on him glove.
“Interesting.” Coach said before getting up as Scott scored another goal, the ball tearing through the net in the goalie’s stick.
Again, Scott got the ball, but this time he stopped short of the goalie, looking around like a caged animal.
“Come on Scott.” I muttered.
“No, no, Scott, no, no.” Stiles said under his breath.
Something must’ve gotten through to him because with seconds left to spare, he made the game winning goal. Stiles and I shot up again, hugging each other tightly as everyone ran out onto the field. We pulled apart just in time to see Scott running off of the field toward the locker rooms. As soon as everyone was on the field celebrating, Sheriff got a call.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” Stiles asked and Sheriff held up his finger. After Sheriff hung up the phone, he looked at us with a sigh.
“The medical examiner just determined that an animal killed the girl, Laura Hale, so they had to release Derek.”
Stiles quickly stood up and began to walk towards the locker room, making sure that I could keep up.
“What did he mean that the let Derek out of jail? Why was he there in the first place?” I asked as we walked.
“Well, last night, while Derek was away, we went to his house, dug up the other half of his sister, who was buried as a wolf and got Derek arrested.” Stiles summed up as we entered the locker room, but paused when we saw Scott and Allison kissing. Me, being the descent person that I am, turned away and let them have their privacy, but Stiles being Stiles watched them.
“I gotta get back to my dad.” I heard Allison whisper, before kissing him one more time and walking away, “Hi Stiles, Liv.”
I reciprocated her kind smile as she passed us. Once she left, Scott walked over to us with a big, goofy grin plastered on his face.
“I kissed her.” He said, his smile growing with every word.
“Yeah, Stiles saw.” I said.
“She kissed me.” He said again, his smile still managing to grow to an impossible size.
“Yep, Stiles saw that too.” I said, glaring holes at the side of Stiles’ head.
“I don’t know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it’s not that bad.” Scott said.
“Yeah, we’ll talk later, then.” Stiles said as he patted Scott’s chest and began to walk away, not wanting to ruin his good mood, but Scott caught him by his shirt sleeve.
“What?” Scott questioned.
“The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found.” Stiles stated.
“And…” Scott trailed off.
“Well, I’ll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek’s human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail.” Stiles said.
“Are you kidding?” Scott asked.
“No, and here’s a bigger kick in the ass. My dad I.D.’d the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale.” Stiles sighed.