While being Scott's friend has its advantages, there is a very obvious downside to it: A very loud, 140 pound, sarcastic ball of a downside. Said downside has a name: Stiles
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When Scott first brought it up, it honestly felt like his best friend was offering a pity date. He was tempted, sorely tempted, to let his spite overtake him and refuse. In his mind, he would have made up some pathetically obvious excuse, where by Scott would (hopefully) realise that Stiles wouldn't always be at his beck and call. But Stiles wasn't that mean and Scott wasn't purposely pushing him out, he knew that. He also had a woefully small amount of social opportunities.
There used to be an uncomplicated easiness to their friendship. Playful barbs and familial affection passed back and forth with ease only found in relationships spanning a lifetime. But then Isaac came. Isaac and his clingy-ness. Isaac and his ever present smirk, always looking at Stiles liked he was winning some weird predetermined contest or like he was some disgusting worm that had crawled in his salad. Do werewolves salad? Scott doesn't east salads, but then again he never has.
But whatever. He's going on his pity date with best friend, Isaac be damned and
( ... )
That was not the right answer. In fact, the right answer would be for Stiles to turn back, just scuttle back to his blue jeep and ride away because this was not a place for him. The theater should have been decidedly Stiles free. Should have being the key phrase.
Isaac raised an eyebrow, disbelief painting his features a snide color. "Right." With that one word, the curly haired teen managed to convey just how implausible he found that reason to be, not accounting for the absolute truth there was in Stiles' words and heartbeat.
"Funny, because I'm meeting Scott for a movie." He even managed to sound lofty about it, childishness lacing his dry tone. Well, he would be anyway. If Scott wasn't late. Isaac pursed his lips, knowing the other would not believe him. "Give him a call if you think I'm lying," Isaac added, almost challenging.
Stiles didn't know weather to call his bluff or laugh in his face, because, really? Did everything have to be an argument with him? He wouldn't put it past Isaac to gate-crash his and Scott's time together just for the sake of being a douche and getting under Stile's skin. then again, he also wouldn't out it past Scott to oh so casually forget they each other, because Scott can be pretty douchey too at times.
He met Isaac snide lip curl and raised his eyebrows in response. "I think that maybe, just maybe, I'll have to kill Scott." Both of their phone's beep at that very second, and Stiles met Isaac resigned gaze.
Sry guys! meeting Allison. go ahead w/o me
"Or we could just, y'know, kill him together. Repeatedly."
Funny, that was the first thing they agreed on in the last week. While being Scott's friend was generally awesome? There were times, times like these, that made his Allison induced tunnel vision infuriating.
He scanned the message once before clicking his tongue, not bothering to reply. Instead, he tucked the phone back into his pocket and tried not to look sullen. "I'll even let you get the first hit," the teen muttered. He really did want to watch the movie. And now? Well.
He took a moment to shift his weight from foot to foot, lips pursed. "What d'you suppose are our chances of watching the movie together without someone ending up dead?"
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There used to be an uncomplicated easiness to their friendship. Playful barbs and familial affection passed back and forth with ease only found in relationships spanning a lifetime. But then Isaac came. Isaac and his clingy-ness. Isaac and his ever present smirk, always looking at Stiles liked he was winning some weird predetermined contest or like he was some disgusting worm that had crawled in his salad. Do werewolves salad? Scott doesn't east salads, but then again he never has.
But whatever. He's going on his pity date with best friend, Isaac be damned and ( ... )
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Isaac raised an eyebrow, disbelief painting his features a snide color. "Right." With that one word, the curly haired teen managed to convey just how implausible he found that reason to be, not accounting for the absolute truth there was in Stiles' words and heartbeat.
"Funny, because I'm meeting Scott for a movie." He even managed to sound lofty about it, childishness lacing his dry tone. Well, he would be anyway. If Scott wasn't late. Isaac pursed his lips, knowing the other would not believe him. "Give him a call if you think I'm lying," Isaac added, almost challenging.
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He met Isaac snide lip curl and raised his eyebrows in response. "I think that maybe, just maybe, I'll have to kill Scott." Both of their phone's beep at that very second, and Stiles met Isaac resigned gaze.
Sry guys! meeting Allison. go ahead w/o me
"Or we could just, y'know, kill him together. Repeatedly."
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He scanned the message once before clicking his tongue, not bothering to reply. Instead, he tucked the phone back into his pocket and tried not to look sullen. "I'll even let you get the first hit," the teen muttered. He really did want to watch the movie. And now? Well.
He took a moment to shift his weight from foot to foot, lips pursed. "What d'you suppose are our chances of watching the movie together without someone ending up dead?"
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