Our Holiday | Freenburg
She still didn't feel right sleeping in Stiles' bed without him. Wow, that sounded way more romantic than it should have. Truth was, Frizzy just didn't feel completely right being in his house without him there. It wasn't for any romantic notion, but rather because she was so used to having him around and now he wasn't. She didn't blame him. There was so much going on in his life and it was doubtless that his house held too many painful thoughts and reminders right now. Frizzy and Brett, in fact... everyone who was close to and cared about Stiles, were worried about him but there was only so much they could do. After the night where Stiles had insulted her, told her she was a murderer, and then broken down in her arms – things were far from normal and Frizzy was completely unsure of how to handle everything. Though she was trying, stumbling through everything in that Frizzy Eschen-Brenner way.
Because of all this, she had been staying over at Greenburg's house more than usual. She was only somewhat afraid of overstaying her welcome, as his mother loved her and she doubted Greenburg could ever tire of her; but there was still that hidden fear that somehow they'd end up not wanting her anymore just as her own parents had and just as Aiden had. It was with this hidden fear in mind that Frizzy opted to stay over at the Stilinski's the night before Halloween, knowing that tomorrow she'd end up doing something with Greenburg even if they hadn't vocalized any plans. Halloween was kind of their holiday, it made sense really, if you knew how Frizzy and Greenburg were. He had text her the night before, asking if she wanted to do something, and of course Frizzy jumped on the opportunity – feeling happier than she had in a while.
Despite the news that she had killed someone – killed Olivia for that matter – Frizzy still felt somewhat like her old self. She didn't doubt that somewhere down the line Frizzy would end up hating herself, tear herself apart, find a reason that she shouldn't be alive anymore; it was bound to happen, but right now she wasn't allowing herself to focus on that for the sole purpose that Stiles didn't need that on his plate and it would undoubtedly have some kind of effect on him. Pushing those thoughts away, Frizzy pulled her hair out of the collar of her jacket as she shrugged it on her shoulders. The house was empty, Stiles not living there anymore, Brett out somewhere, and the Sheriff at the station most likely attempting to prevent some kind of vandalism and whatever other shenanigans people would be up to tonight.
The house felt weird empty, though it wasn't like the house felt un-weird any other time. She opened the door and made sure to lock it with the house key Stiles had given her before he left to stay with Danny at Jackson Whittemore's, and then promptly took a seat on the front steps; waiting for Greenburg to show up.