“Come on, then,” Winter directs, circling the table to stand in front of them. She holds out her hands, and Summer pulls her backpack over one shoulder and takes her twin’s hand.
“Don”t tell mom,” she says, “okay?”
Winter gives her a ‘don’t be stupid’ look, and snaps her fingers at Stiles. “Come on, Stilinski, the sun is shifting.”
Stiles grabs his own backpack and hurries after them, “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming! Don’t rush me.”
He sounds annoyed, but everyone knows he’s not. He’s just the dramatic teen he always was, making things seem worse than they really were.
Winter closes her eyes, and her hands close a little tighter, and then there’s a thump of displaced air that blows Summer’s hair everywhere and they’re standing under a tree in the Rainaults’ front yard instead of at Sky High. Winter lets go of both their hands and goes into the house without saying a word, leaving Summer and Stiles standing awkwardly together.
“I, um, I could use a little help with the math homework?” Summer offers, which is only the truth, but then again if Stiles is there maybe nobody (read: her mother) will ask her about school in depth and she can get away with not talking about her backlash episode.