Theo.

I PULL INTO MY driveway, not hearing the music blasting from the house next door until I cut the engine. All the lights on the first floor are on, and all of the curtains are pulled open so I can see inside. From the angle I'm sitting at, I can only see Luna's blue hair and, occasionally, her hands as if she were dancing.

Last night, after running into Luna, I had realized it was pretty moronic of me to move in next to her, especially since my parents weren't my parents. The only person who could have definite remembrance of my parents and who they were, and I chose to move in next to her. Now, if someone remembered that we used to be best friends, they could easily go to her to ask. So, after handling the situation of different signatures Stiles has figured out, I made sure to hide my substitute parents so Luna wouldn't see them by accident.

The clock on the dashboard reads 11:36PM and I'm wondering what she's still doing up. The reason I'm just now getting home is because I went down to the crime scene where Tracy Stewart maimed and killed the guards and her father so the Dread Doctors could get Donavon. I was there long enough to hear the police found him and figured out it was Tracy.

I climb out of my truck with my keys in hand and walk over to Luna's house. When the music keeps playing as I step up onto the porch, I know she can't hear me.

Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend.
No way, no way, I think you need a new one.
Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend.

I chuckle at the song choice and knock on the door. The music continues to play which makes me think she's really into the song and has put all her focus on it. I knock once more to make sure she can't hear me. I shake my head laughing and open the door when she doesn't.

The first thing I see is Luna, holding a broom as if it were a guitar, in a T-shirt with no pants. Her back is turned towards me so she hasn't noticed me yet, but it's hard for me not to notice the black, lace underwear she's wearing that peaks out every time she raises her hands -- which is often. Then, I hear it. She's singing along with the music and I don't know how I didn't hear it from my truck. She's basically screaming the lyrics and it sounds absolutely terrible.

"IN A SECOND YOU'LL BE WRAPPED AROUND MY FINGER. 'CAUSE I CAN, 'CAUSE I CAN DO IT BETTER. THERE'S NO OTHER SO WHEN'S IT GONNA SINK IN? SHE'S SO STUPID. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" Her hair is whipping this way and that, and the broom is now being used as a mic. The sweat built up on her forehead is prominent as she steps toward an imaginary audience. She's about to sing the verse again, but I can't control the laughter bubbling out of my mouth.

The broom lands on the floor with a smack and she's hurrying to turn the music off. My laughter retires to a small chuckle once the silence replaces the music. Luna tries to pull her shirt down to cover herself but it's useless since it covers her just fine with her hands down.

"W-What are you doing?" She asks. I lean against the doorway and cross my arms over my chest.

"I knocked, but, uh, I guess you didn't hear me." Her face flushes red and I smile. "What are you doing?" She looks down at the broom and scrambles to pick it up.

"Cleaning." I nod my head in amusement.

"At," I pause to look at my watch, "11:43 at night? On a school night?" Her eyes flicker to the clock on the wall and back to me.

"I have trouble sleeping," she admits it to me faster than I would expect. I nod in understanding and look around the room.

"This place hasn't changed." And I wasn't lying. It looked exactly like it had the last time I was in here. She sighs and looks around the room with a somber expression.

"It's a lot emptier than it used to be." I ignore the loneliness in her voice. "But it seems you've changed more than anything around here. You're a werewolf now?" I'm thankful for the change of subject.

"Yeah, it happened a couple of years ago."

"But it wasn't from my dad." She says it as a statement, but I answer it as a question.

"No, our families separated as soon as we left Beacon Hills." The hope in her chemo signals dropped to despair as her eyes dropped from mine. "My mom couldn't deal with the grief and still be friends with your mom after what happened so-" My sentence stopped as she walks away. I furrowed my eyebrows and step inside, closing the door behind me, to follow her. I found her in the laundry room pulling on a pair of sweats -- I got one more glimpse of her underwear and barely hid my chemo signals from her -- she jumps when she sees me. "Are you okay?"

Her blue eyes meet mine and I could smell the sadness radiating off of her, but you couldn't tell she was from looking at her. There are no tears in her eyes and, if anything, she seems almost stoic.

"I'm fine," she lies. "I just thought you guys left together is all." She walks past me and into the kitchen. She turns the overhead light off and turns back to me.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did the whole kicking-you-out-of-the-pack thing work since you were only, what, nine?" Luna leans against the counter with her entire upper body before answering.

"Well, up until I was fourteen, for school forms and stuff, they would have me send it with a close friend in the postal service so they could fill it out and sign it all. For teacher/parent conferences, they would go without me knowing so the school wouldn't send someone out here to check on me.

"Everything else was normal. I rode to school on my bike. I made myself dinner. I did the laundry. I went to the store and bought groceries. I was just a little grown up. But when I turned fourteen, I got a letter in the mail for emancipation. My parents had filed with the courts to emancipate me so they didn't have to do anything for me anymore." She pauses to bite back her emotions which is nothing but sadness. "They had left me with a large amount of money so I wouldn't have to work and enough for me to go to college if I wanted to." I didn't know she was crying until I heard the silent sniffles. "You know, it really didn't hit me until then that I was never going to see my family again." Her eyes, full of tears, meet mine and I couldn't help but to actually feel bad for her.

I step around the island and pull her in for a hug. However, she pushes me away and walks into the living room. I'm a little dumbfounded, but follow her anyway.

"I don't want you to comfort me, Theo." She wipes the tears away from her eyes and plops down on the couch. I sit next to her.

"It's because of what happened to her that you can't control your shifts, isn't it?" I ask quietly, afraid if I talk too loud it'll make her cry again. She nods and stares up at the ceiling with her eyes already drifting to another place. Moving closer to her, I take ahold of her hand. "Luna?" She doesn't move, but she makes a sound to let me know she's listening. "I want you to know something." I turn her face so she's looking at me. "I don't blame you for what happened and you should stop blaming yourself."

Tears well up in her eyes again.

"You just enjoy making me cry, don't you?" She throws her arms over her eyes.

I laugh, "Why would you say that?" I try to pull her arms away from her face and am only able to uncover her eyes.

"Because I've cried in front of you three times already." She laughs and my heart flutters for a second. I blow it off to the fact I haven't heard her laugh in awhile.

"I like it better when you laugh," I say smoothly. I hear her heart speed up and smile which causes her heart to skip a beat. Her eyes glance over to the clock.

"I think it's time for you to go home." I look over to the clock and see it reads 12:47AM.

"I guess I should." I stand up and make my way to the door. "I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"See ya."

"Oh," I look over my shoulder, shooting her a smirk. "Nice underwear." Then, I walk out closing the door behind me.

Hi, guys! I really hope you like today's update. It's the shortest chapter I have so far and it's in Theo's point of view! Do you like when I switch pov's or should I just stick to Luna's? You have more insight on why Luna can't control her shifts and a little of what she does when she's home alone lol. Also, you know a little more about Theo and how he's trying to cover up his tracks.
DID YOU GUYS SEE THE TRAILER FOR SEASON 6B YET?! Honestly, from what I saw in the trailer, I feel like it's the best way to end the series (even though I'd rather it go on forever bc it's my favorite show). AND LOOK WHO ALL THEY'RE BRINGING BACK!! My heart is content *places hand on chest and takes a deep breath*
oh and I saw Jackson and Ethan walk into school together and I'm kinda shipping it lol
- chelsie

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