Wow, alright, my first story EVER! Gimme five! *slaps your hand virtually through le computer* Alright, I pictured Abby to be like maybe Lucy Hale or Selena Gomez and like the character traits is like a mix of Peyton Saywer and Brooke Davis - One Tree Hill Girls - AND Alex Russo - Wizards of Waverly Place. Like that childish adult type but can be serious when necessary and I think Derek Hale may need someone like that in his life. So yeah, this is an Episode by Episode story and Abby is 18, she's supposed to be in college but that'll be explained in later chapters. Alright, so, read, enjoy, review, and have a cookie.

Oh, and Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, if I did ... you wouldn't wanna know.

I swear to the sweet lord, that's his goal in his stupid sixteen year old life. I DEMAND A MONARCHY! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS BUT I DEMAND IT! I'm so awesome. Why haven't I won an Oscar yet? I deserve an Oscar.

Pee. I needed to pee. I got out of my bed and wrapped a sweatshirt around my bare shoulders. But before I could reach the bathroom, I heard a noise outside. I jumped and ransacked the hall closet, grabbing a mop. That will do. Wait, I still have to pee…well I guess I'll have to hold it. I slipped on my slippers over my sweats before stepping outside on the patio.

Okay, so I'll swing that way and you…wait I'm alone. OH MY GOD! I'm alone! I closed my eyes, wait what good would that do!? I'm gonna' die! I'm gonna' die! I'm gonna die!

"AHHHHHH!" I screamed, swinging my moppy around and around! I exclaimed while hitting, "C'mon mop! I know you can do it! I believe in you!"

"Abby," hit, "stop," hit, "hitting," hit, "me!" I opened my eyes and saw Scott with a baseball bat. Does he even play baseball? He had an arm stretched out to protecting his body.

HA! Like he could protect himself from the mighty Mop and Abby! I blew out a raspberry and said breathlessly, "'Sup?"

"Sup? You're hitting me with a mop and you say 'sup'?" He exclaimed, with certain hand gestures.

"Uh, hi?" I tried again. Man, what's his problem? All I know was my pee sucked back up. Wow, that's weird.

Then from the corner of my eye I see something fall. We both turn, our weapons high in our hands and I closed my eyes again! Man, I gotta' stop doing that. However, when I heard Scott scream, I went swinging! I yelled, "Show 'em whose boss mop!"

I knew I hit the intruder when he yelled, "OW!" Huh, he sounded like Stiles but that didn't stop me from smacking him over and over again.

"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?!" I heard Scott scream. Stiles? I opened my eyes and Scott was right. There was Stiles upside down getting his by a mop. I dropped the mop and kicked it to the side, looking innocent as possible, which wasn't hard. I mean, I am the cutest person in the world.

"Getting hit by a mop!" Stiles exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder.

"Scott, why'd you do that?" I proceeded to question my younger brother. All he did was glare at me and I smiled cheekily at him.

I said, brushing his shoulder, "Jeez bro, have some manners." He just glared at me even more. I looked over at the monkey Stiles and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Neither of you were answering your phones and why do you have a bat? And why were you telling your mop to hit me?"

"I was asleep, bruh. And because my all mighty mop is the greatest weapon in the universe." I answered.

"Ooookay," Stiles muttered at me weirdly, "look, I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatched call. They're bringing every officer from the Beacon Department, even state police."

Scott and I looked at each other, Scott asked, "For what?"

"Two joggers found a body in the woods," Stiles replied, jumping off the roof patio, then fell to the ground. I laughed. What? It's not my fault he's a monkey.

"Dead body?" Scott asked. I rolled my eyes, could he be more dense?

"No, a body of water. Yes, dumb ass, a dead body." Stiles said sarcastically.

"So, it was a murder?" I asked enthusiastically. I liked this kinda' stuff. I wasn't scared of anything. Stiles jumped over the railing and onto the porch.

"Nobody knows yet, just said it was a girl. Probably in her twenties." He answered.

"Well, hold on. If they found the body then what're they looking for?" My dear younger bro asked.

"That's the beauty of it, slow one. They only found half!" He looked like a kid who got what he wanted from Santa. Man, I love these two.

"OMG! We're so totally going!" I pounced over the porch and ran to Stiles' jeep.

I, of course, got inside the back of the stupid Jeep, even though I am the oldest. I mean, I'm 18 while they're 16. We're all juniors but I failed kindergarten twice for…some reasons. As far as anyone knows, I'm 16, like the rest of them and they thought Scott and I were twins. I'd like to keep it that way.

Anyways, as soon we know it we're at Beacon Hills Preserve. I jumped out of the back excitedly. You can't blame me, this town is like a ghost town with out the ghosts. The only thing fun about this place is poking Stiles with a stick. And sometimes (just sometimes) that gets boring.

"Are we seriously doing this?" The dense brother asked.

"You're the one that's always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles answered, grabbing two flashlights from the back and handing one over to me.

"Oh, look! A stick!" I hollered, before picking up a stick.

"NO! ABBY! Put. The. Stick. Down!" Stiles yelled and I pouted before dropping my funnest thing in the entire world.

I walked ahead of the two youngsters, with still a pout and I heard them talking about lacrosse. I went to every game to cheer them on but they weren't exactly uh…playing. They were never good enough to play first line thingy. Like I know anything about lacrosse. But I was still there, supporting them. They were my best friends and ya know, I um…love…them.

I stopped causing the other two to stop behind me, I turned around to look at Stiles. He raised an eyebrow and I asked, "Um, Stiles, which half of the body are we looking for?"

"Huh, I didn't even think about that." He replied, as we continued our walk.

"And uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott asked Stiles.

"Also stuff that I didn't think about."

"I wonder how you get yourself dressed in the morning." I sighed as we walked to…wherever.

"Shut-up," Stiles said as we started climbing a hill. I was in the lead. I had no idea why, I don't know where we're going.

I then heard Stiles say, "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be holding the flashlight, huh?" I turned around quickly to see my bro wheezing a bit and I said my voice etched with worry, "You okay, baby bro?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He took out his inhaler and took a pump from it but that didn't cease my worry. Scott looked at me and said sternly "I'm fine." I put my hands up in a surrender stance and we continued out journey to find a dead woman.

Next thing I know, we all ducked on the ground to find the search party close to us and with big, scary dogs. Stupid Stiles, boy with no brain! STUPID STILES GOES RUNNING! Huh, that should be a movie. He ran! Scott and I ran after him but we ran slower because of Scott's asthma problem. We were calling after him but then he got caught and Scott pulled me with him to stand behind a tree. But couldn't dogs smell fear or something? Didn't they have a God given talent or something? Well, let me tell you; I could smell the fear radiating off of my dear brother.

"Now, where's your usual partner's in crime?" Stiles' dad asked. Sheriff Stilinski was one cool dude once you got to know him. But I'm pretty sure we've committed a crime. I don't know what, but we did.

"Who Scott and Abby? They're home. Ya know, Abby doesn't like her sleep disturbed and Scott said he wanted a goodnight sleep for first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me, in the woods…alone."

Because that didn't sound creepy at all.

"Scott, Abby, you out there?" We held our breaths Stiles' dad called out our names. And then he called out our names again. Dude, if we don't answer the first time what makes you think we're gonna answer the second time? Jeez Louise.

Then the Sheriff grabbed his son by his neck and started talking about a lecture of invasion of privacy or something. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and he said, obviously terrified our ride home was gone, "We gotta' get outta' here."

"What made you think of that? What the dark eerie noises or the creepy tree faces?" I asked sarcastically.

He didn't answer, just glared at me, something he was used to doing. I answered my own question because I'm awesome, "To me, I think it's the fact that it's midnight and we're out here."

"You're not making this any easier." Scott said.

"Yeah well, I'm not the best under pressure." I muttered, looking around the dark eerie forest. He gave out a humorless laugh and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Scott was taller than me, by like six inches. I was only an average 5'4''.

While we were walking through the forest, we heard a noise. I clutched onto my younger brother tightly. I know I was supposed to protect him b-b-but he was bigger than me. He took a puff out of his inhaler and we stood silently, watching from a distance. Then out of nowhere, deer from all over started stampeding toward us. I gasped in shock and we both fell down from the suddenly deers. And here I thought deers were the nice ones. Well, that's apparently a lie as we took cover from the fast ass deers.

Soon enough, all the deers were gone and Scott helped me got up as I muttered a small, "Thanks," it was a surprise of how they all missed us. I mean, we're not that skinny.

I looked around warily, "Scotty, please let's go home."

"We will, I just gotta' find my inhaler. Help me?" I nodded. I turned on the flashlight Stiles forgot to take and gave it Scott, who took it appreciatively.

I took out my cellphone and just used its light to help find the inhaler. I was walking around, my body bent looking on the ground to find my bro's meds. However, what I didn't expect to find...

The top half of the body! Blood, gruesome, and bloody! Did I mention bloody!?

"ABORT! I REPEAT, ABORT! ABORT MISSION!" I screamed before walking backwards. But what I didn't know was that there was a hill and I fell down it, pretty roughly, might I add.

Oh. My. God. My kidney! Oh wait, I had two kidney's. Nope, I'm fine. I heard Scott calling my name and I yelled back, "I'm down here!" I groaned as I got up, wow, that was going to hurt in the morning.

I heard Scott come down the leaves and saw him come near me. He held out his hand and I took it, gratefully. I got up and flicked the remains of the dirt off my blue Henley tank top. "You okay? Did you see the body?" He asked.

I nodded and said, "We shoulda' taken a picture. Or would that be disrespectful?"

"I'm pretty sure it'd be disrespectful." He answered. I was about to open my mouth to say something but then a growl cut me off. Well, that's rude.

We both turned around to see a ginormous angry looking wolf thing 25 feet away from us. GOD! WHY MUST THESE THINGS HAPPEN AT NIGHT IN THE WOODS!? Couldn't it happen in day time and at a nice meadow with a ton of flowers? No? Okay.

I squealed, "Oh, my God! Godzilla's gonna' to eat us!" It growled at me, making me yelp and I stayed behind Scott.

Naturally, we ran because uh, I don't know, our lives depended on it! However, I heard Scott fall behind me and I turned around to see the creature on top of my baby bro. I gasped and Scott screamed, "GO ABBY!" I didn't want to! But the desperation in his voice made me go. I kept on running until I found the main road, oh thank the Heavens!

Suddenly, I heard a blood curdling scream and my heart clenched as I prayed that it wasn't my baby brother.

"Scott!?" I screamed. There was no answer. Okay, cue the hyperventilating. But then after ten seconds of agonizing waiting, he emerged from the woods. I let out a breath relieved and I gave him a hug but he winced in pain.

"Scotty? What is it?" I asked. He didn't answer me. All he did was lift up his shirt and sweater to reveal a bite mark that was bleeding heavily. My eyes flew as wide as Alien Spaceships!

I grabbed his wrist saying, "C'mon, I'm taking you to mom's right now."

"Are you kidding me? We'll both be grounded till we die!"

"And if I don't get you to a hospital, you will die, you twit!" I argued.

"Look, you've seen mom do it a million times. Just patch me up and I'll be fine." He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes. I hated him for having that family trait. It literally got him everything. I groaned, while staring at the sky cloudy and my face a target for rain drops, "Alright fine, but you owe me a Moon Pie."

He chuckled, "Okay, I'll get you a Moon Pie."

"What're you laughing at? This is no laughing matter! Moon Pie's made America." I said harshly, pointing a finger at his face.

"Twinkies made America sis, not Moon Pie's." He replied, flicking my finger away. Then there we were, the two McCall siblings fighting over the worst types of junk foods.

Last night after I patched up Scott, I went to bed but couldn't actually sleep. I just kept thinking about that wolf and it's red eyes. It looked completely terrifying and I knew I never wanted to be near it again. So, the next morning I awoke – earlier than my brother, which was unreal - with bloodshot eyes.

I got ready real quick, washing my face to get rid of the redness in my eyes. I just wanted to get the first day over with. I hurried, slipping on a black Beatles tank top with some dark blue skinny jeans and my favorite gray Chucks. I wore minimum makeup, just some strawberry flavored lip gloss and one swipe of black eyeliner. I let my brunette hair be wavy as it usually always was and I walked into my brothers' room. I picked up a play soccer ball, I found on the floor, and threw it at his face.

He jolted awake and I said chuckling, "Get up bro, I'll see you there. Don't forget your lacrosse, swinging thing."

He groaned an, "I hate you."

"Love you too!" I ran downstairs grabbing an apple from the kitchen. I took my skateboard, grabbed my one shoulder black Hurley schoolbag, and my cropped white leather jacket, then I was off to Beacon Hills High School. Well, first I made a stop at the local cafe in town. What? I needed my caffeine and I knew for a fact that I wouldn't beat my brother because he knows I like my caffeine.

I swear this place had the best low calorie Hazelnut coffee. I could melt inside the cup and just keep drinking it over and over again. … Okay, I am 82.1% sure that sentence made no sense whatsoever. Did it? No? Well, who asked you?! Gosh.

Anyway, riding my way down the streets when I finally reached the entrance of the stupid hell-hole I call school. I waved hi to familiar faces and smiled at the teachers I could tolerate. Then I saw Scott, riding on his bike and locking it on the bike rails thing. I started skateboarding over to him, while drinking the last of my coffee and throwing it in the nearest trash bin. However, I then notice Jackson Whittemore's car parking where Scott was standing. That couldn't end well.

Jackson got out of the car and hit my bro with the car door. Okay, he was asking to get a punch from my awesome knuckles! I rode over to them faster just in time to say, "Jackson, hey! How's it goin'? Ole buddy," hard punch on the shoulder, "ole pal," another punch, "ole amigo?" One last punch on his rock hard shoulder.

Okay, I was going to lie but I did have a major crush on him in middle school but that's long gone.

He sneered at me but I smiled sweetly at him. He then turned his glare over to Scott, who looked like he was about to wince from the eyes. Man, if looks could kill? Thank God they don't.

"Look, there's Stiles." Scott said, dragging me to our best friend. The second he got out of his Jeep, "Can I see it?"

"My God," were the words coming out of my mouth.

"Yeah, sure," Scott said. He pulled a small portion of his shirt up to reveal a large bandage on his right section that I had to do. It wasn't the best night of my life. Stiles reached over to touch it but I smacked his hand, "Ow! Why must you do that?"

"I just patched it up last night. It's still uh…raw." I said, raising an eyebrow at my word.

"So, what bit you?" Stiles asked as we started walking up to the school. Well, they walked, I skateboarded.

"It was too dark to see, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott answered.

"A wolf bit you? No, not a chance." Stiles said.

"It was wolf. Granted, I thought it was Godzilla first." I said, backing my brother up.

"No, it wasn't. It wasn't Godzilla either." Stiles scoffed. I mimicked his mouth with a weird expression.

"What do you mean by that? How do you know what we saw?" Scott asked, perplexed.

"Because California doesn't have any wolves. Not in like, 60 years." He explained, coming to an abrupt stop.

"Really?" My baby bro questioned as I narrowed my eyes at the ground. How in the world was that possible? I saw it! Scott saw it! My nightmares saw it!

"Yes, really, there are no wolves in California." Stiles said exasperated.

"Okay, fine, 'no wolves'," I said with using quotes with my index and middle fingers. I continued, "But what about that body we found? Explain that."

"Wait, you guys saw the missing half of the body?!" Scott exclaimed, happily.

"Yeah, I'm gonna' have nightmares for a month." Scott said, sighing.

"Amen to that bro," I held up my fist and he bumped his fist against mine.

"Seriously? This is like going to be the best thing that's ever happened since the birth of Lydia Martin," Stiles became distracted as he saw the strawberry blonde walk by, "Hey Lydia, you look like…you're gonna' ignore me."

Scott and I smirked to each other. Score: 1 Million to Lydia Martin and Score: 0 to our best friend Stiles.

"We still love you bruh," I said patting his shoulder.

"You two are the cause of this, ya know?" He blamed us, really? He blamed the McCall 'twins'?

Dude, you best be trippin'!

"Elaborate," Scott said, as I crossed my arms across my chest with the smirk still intact.

"Dragging me down to your nerd-depths. I'm a nerd by association. I'm scarlet-nerded by you two."

"Oh, please, you're lucky you have us man." I said, wrapping an arm around his waist as he groaned making me laugh. The bell rang, signaling out first period of the day. AP History here I come, not that I want to. Don't get your ego too high, AP History.

Finally, the dreaded first day was over. I walked down the hall and out to the field door, saying goodbye to my good friends, Peyton, Lizzie, Nate, and Carly. They were amazing and whatnot but I needed my guys here with me. They were the ones who knew everything about me and I know they wouldn't judge me, about what's wrong with me.

The new girl, Allison, I believe her name was. She was, of course, new and I think everybody's new eye candy. I saw her and Lydia sitting on the bleachers and I decided to go sit over there with them. I didn't have a problem with Lydia and she didn't have a problem with me, so we were cool.

"Hey," I greeted the two, as I walked up the few bleachers.

"Hey, Abby!" Lydia said back, waving excitedly. She then indicated toward the new girl, who had wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes, saying, "Abby this is Allison, Allison this is Abigail, ya know, Abby for short." I blinked at Lydia, before turning to Allison.

"So, you've been the latest gossip at Beacon High." I say as I sit in between them.

"I'm known?" She asked, with a frown.

"Very known," I answer with smile.

"Abby, are you going to the party on Friday?"

"Party? Friday?" I gulped. I didn't not want to go but it was a Friday. It was my day to sit and eat popcorn and watch all three Toy Story's. I have a very thrilling social life.

"I'll think about it." I say, and she nodded before turning to watch the other players.

I noticed Scott walk over onto the field, well that's definitely new. I watched as he walked over to the goalie net thing and I heard Allison ask, "Hey, Abby, who's that?"

I noticed she was talking about Scott. Aw, look at that Scott may actually get his first girlfriend! Praise the Lord!

I smirked, before I answered, "That's my uh…brother, Scott. I can definitely introduce you two." I looked over at Scott, who had a tilted head and was staring at us, almost as if he could hear us. No, too impossible, too far to be possible. But, anything's possible if you just believe. Yeah, tell that to the man who thought he could spread his wings and fly! I don't know that man either.

However, out of nowhere, when the coach started whistling his whistle he started clutching his head. I sat up, starring at him in worry and then saw a ball come right at him. I cringed when the ball came zooming forward and smacking his helmet guarded face.

Everyone laughed, including the coach. I got up and yelled, "Hey Coach! Why don't you do something more proactive instead of laughing?!"

"Sit down, McCall!" He hollered back, glaring at me.

"Well, somebody forgot to have a good breakfast." I grumbled, before sitting back down making the two girls laugh.

Then another player threw a ball and Scott caught it! I got up and yelled with my arms high above my head, "That's what I'm talkin' about!" Everyone in the bleachers turned to look at me, I growled, "Don't you people have homework to do or something? God, mind your own beeswax."

I was up and clapping for my little bro! He was on fire and I could tell Allison really liked him, she had the glint in her eyes. Like ya know, you could sense it…and she was complimenting him. So yeah, a win – win. Oh lord, Jackson. The look on his face will give me a million comebacks till the day he's married and he has kids.

"I cannot believe we are back in the stupid woods again." I complained, walking over a log in the stupid forest where Scott was bit by Godzilla.

"Shut up," the two boys exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and jumped on Stiles' back as they walked across a stream. What? I wasn't going to get my Chucks wet and besides Stiles' doesn't mind, I mean I was short compared to him.

"Okay, whatever, you wanna' explain to us what happened?" Stiles asked, still holding me! Yay! He's so easy to handle.

"I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott explained, "And that's not the only weird thing. I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things!"

"Smell things? Like what? Stiles' underwear?" I asked, jumping off of Stiles' back. Stiles glared at me and I patted his cheek playfully.

Scott cringed. "Ew, no, but like the mint mojito gum in your pocket." He pointed at Stiles pocket.

"What? I don't have any mint mojito gum in my…" he took out gum from his inside pocket of his sweater.

"Ohhhhh myyyyy Godddddd! So, you're physic? Do I pass the next English test?!" I asked, while clapping my hands.

"No, Abby. I'm not physic. And you better work hard for any test." Scott answered, frowning. I stuck my tongue out at him and we continued walking. I always worked hard. When do I not work hard?! I deserve a medal for working hardness!

"Anyway, all this started with a bite?" Stiles asked.

"What if it's like an infection? Like my body's flooded with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

"You know what? I think I've heard of this before. It's a specific kind of infection." Stiles said seriously. We came to a halt and Scott asked, "You serious?"

"Yeah, yeah it's call uh…Lycanthropy." I rolled my eyes and wondered how long it'd take my brother to figure out what Stiles' was saying. But in the mean time, I might as well help Stiles.

"What is that? Is that bad?" Scott asked warily.

"Why did I think of that before? It all makes sense now." I said jokingly, as my eyes widened in shock.

"It's the worst." Stiles answered.

"It only comes once a month." I added.

"Once a month?" Scott asked confused. Oh, that naïve little boy. I'll get him a cookie after this. He'll love me, I mean, who doesn't?

"M-hmm, on the night of a full moon." Stiles and I looked at each other before we both howled. Scott glared and pushed us both by our shoulders as we laughed together.

"There could be something seriously wrong with me." Scott whined.

I walked up to him as Stiles said, "I know you're a werewolf! Grrrrrr," That was a pathetic growl.

"Look we're joking but-" I was cut off by Stiles. Alright, people need to let me finish my sentences.

"If you see me at chop class, melting all the silver I could find it's because Friday's a full moon." Scott turned to glare at Stiles, HA! He got the Scotty glare! Usually, it's me!

Then we stopped at the place were last night. But this time…no body. Um, okay? Are we being punk'd? We're totally being punk'd! Ashton Kutcher where are you? I have some fantasies I need to be fulfilled!

"I could've sworn this was it. I dropped my inhaler and Abby and I saw the body. The stupid deer came running." Scott said bending down as I walked further from them, near a couple of trees.

"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles said, slapping his hand on his waist.

"Well, hopefully, he left the inhaler. Those things cost 80 bucks." I turned around to face them.

I groaned, "Mom's gonna' kill me if I let you lose one of those things again!"

Stiles hit Scott on his shoulder and they both turned to look at me in fear. I sighed, "Guys, c'mon! I am not that scary."

"Abby," Scott stuttered. Okay, what was up with them?

"Behind you," Still concluded. I rolled eyes and turned around to come face to chest. A really built chest. No, like a really, really built chest. NO, YOU DON'T GET IT! A FREAKING BUILT CHEST! I looked up at his face to see him looking – well glaring - down at me, my lord his eyes. They were so…pretty, like a greenish hazel color! Black hair, nice facial structure, with a small stubble of his jaw, big shoulders, and wearing a tight shirt that showed off all his muscles. I wanted to rip it off.

Whhhaaaa?

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