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
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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?"
Now that was a question worth considering. He'd been pretty much looking forward (pathetically and intensely so) to the theater all week, elbow wrestling with Scott for the arm rest and having his popcorn stolen not withstanding
( ... )
Unfortunately, Isaac was none too happy about the idea. He was at least 85% sure it was a mistake the moment the words left his mouth (a pathetic fraction of himself generously decided that both of them would end up that and wasn't that a morbid thought? Isaac banished it away and focused on the important thing, that thing being how godawful of an idea it was. Godawful
( ... )
Unfortunately, there was a line at the concession stand. But at least Isaac wouldn't have to face the douchebag that was the ticketing master. Yeah, he totally sent Stiles because he wanted to save his own hide. After all, Isaac didn't want to go into the theater with a bloodied knuckle if he decided to punch the guy's mouth through the glass.
Anger issues, everyone has them.
The downside was that Isaac was still in line when Stiles came over. He was the next one to be served, granted but that meant he was to be served with Stiles by his side. Bad, bad. Bad. But at least the girl wasn't the mocking type. She couldn't really spare the time to be.
"What did you do, run a marathon?" Isaac asked as he glanced at the red cheeks of his movie companion. Oh God. He didn't wait for an answer, rolling his eyes and taking a step forward.
"Two large popcorns, two cokes--" Isaac cut himself off, nudging Stiles with an elbow. "Extra butter for you?"
Stiles' reply was to first glare balefully at Isaac. Did he run a fucking marathon? Life was so unfair at times. If this were Scott they'd laugh off the whole sexuality issue, maybe hold hands just to mess about, but with Isaac? Jesus. This was just mortifying. How is the world not swallowing him right now?
He huffs and rubs at his eyes before straightening his over shirt. "Yea, tons, I think I need it." It occurs to him then, that maybe he ought of waited someplace else for Isaac, because yea, this officially looks like a date. But whatever though right? He's a modern guy. Being mistaken for being one half *coughthebatterhalfcouch* of a couple wasn't insult was it? Just a misunderstand, easily smoothed over. He's comfortable enough with himself to accept this fact.
Accept when it's with Isaac and then he totally isn't.
It must be the leather jacket. There's no other explanation.
Maybe it was petty, maybe it was childish but Isaac was Isaac and Stiles was red cheeked and it didn't take a genius to put two plus two together.
The awkward virgin act was going to get old.
But not enough that Isaac didn't use it to embarrass him even more, gaze sliding to the staff before he threw an arm around Stiles, pulling him close none too gently. With a squeeze to his shoulder he grinned, beatifically. "All that grease, babe? Can't be good for you," Isaac murmured before pressing his lips against Stiles temple and turning to the worker. "Extra butter-- how much is that?"
Once he'd paid-- with a bit of maneuvering trying to keep his hand around Stiles-- Isaac grabbed the tray with their two drinks and snagged one of the popcorn bag. "Grab that one will you?" he asked, polite and practically loving as he started guiding them towards their screen.
Still, even though Isaac is being his good old, prickly self, why would he stoop put to putting himself in the line of fire and make everyone think he was dating Stiles of all people. Then again, these days Isaac can get away with pretty much everything because no one's stupid enough to hassle him
( ... )
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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Anger issues, everyone has them.
The downside was that Isaac was still in line when Stiles came over. He was the next one to be served, granted but that meant he was to be served with Stiles by his side. Bad, bad. Bad. But at least the girl wasn't the mocking type. She couldn't really spare the time to be.
"What did you do, run a marathon?" Isaac asked as he glanced at the red cheeks of his movie companion. Oh God. He didn't wait for an answer, rolling his eyes and taking a step forward.
"Two large popcorns, two cokes--" Isaac cut himself off, nudging Stiles with an elbow. "Extra butter for you?"
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He huffs and rubs at his eyes before straightening his over shirt. "Yea, tons, I think I need it." It occurs to him then, that maybe he ought of waited someplace else for Isaac, because yea, this officially looks like a date. But whatever though right? He's a modern guy. Being mistaken for being one half *coughthebatterhalfcouch* of a couple wasn't insult was it? Just a misunderstand, easily smoothed over. He's comfortable enough with himself to accept this fact.
Accept when it's with Isaac and then he totally isn't.
It must be the leather jacket. There's no other explanation.
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The awkward virgin act was going to get old.
But not enough that Isaac didn't use it to embarrass him even more, gaze sliding to the staff before he threw an arm around Stiles, pulling him close none too gently. With a squeeze to his shoulder he grinned, beatifically. "All that grease, babe? Can't be good for you," Isaac murmured before pressing his lips against Stiles temple and turning to the worker. "Extra butter-- how much is that?"
Once he'd paid-- with a bit of maneuvering trying to keep his hand around Stiles-- Isaac grabbed the tray with their two drinks and snagged one of the popcorn bag. "Grab that one will you?" he asked, polite and practically loving as he started guiding them towards their screen.
Take that, Stilinski.
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Still, even though Isaac is being his good old, prickly self, why would he stoop put to putting himself in the line of fire and make everyone think he was dating Stiles of all people. Then again, these days Isaac can get away with pretty much everything because no one's stupid enough to hassle him ( ... )
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