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Uh, right, you've reached Scott. I can't pick up right now but you can go ahead and leave a message. Talk to you later.
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Uh, right, you've reached Scott. I can't pick up right now but you can go ahead and leave a message. Talk to you later.
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sorry for your inbox spam i'm done now i swear
except to jump out the window
cracks knuckles x(
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like i didn't know you had it in you and wow just
proud
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did you at least see his reaction?????
what happened no you're not allowed to freak out you have to tell me everything
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you can't not talk to derek i will actually not leave you alone until you do
what if he's sitting on his bed rn thinking about how soft your lips are??????????
oh stiles is so soft against my rough man beard
you need to talk to him
uno mas
DONE
1/2...i think
gross i would rather think about the potential ruining of a friendship than isaac being naked
or you having sex
as much as i love you i don't need to see your butt
nope /3 i lied again
keep sexin it up
i am going to forget this entire affair ever happened and wait for my inevitable death from derek ripping my puny head off
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not in so many words but
which is exactly what my reaction is
"what the fuck, stiles"
1/?? who knows not shari
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isaac's worried he told me to go fix you
which is exactly what i plan on doing okay so i will meet you in the gaming room
don't be dumb until i get there
ok fin
did you even say anything???
you have to text him
my tummy feels like mush
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texting him is the opposite of what i'm going to do what is wrong with your stomach??
and why is isaac worried??? oh my god
i regret everything involved with this situation
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STOP THAT RIGHT NOW
we are not going down this cliche 14 year old girl route okay
i will slap you just stop
isaac is worried because i said you were in need of bro time
i'll make it up to him later so it's okay
and my tummy is filled with butterflies for you because this is actually really cute
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Not that Scott and Stiles really care about their weight, but Stiles can kind of be a health nut sometimes and Scott is fully supportive of that. He isn't going to give Stiles the option to do something he'll regret later.
Which is how Scott winds up with a with a bag of baby carrots and ranch dressing tucked under arm, opening up the door with a sympathetic sort of look. ]
Hey, Stiles. [ He holds the carrots up. ] ... I brought carrots.
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Scott. And his carrots.
He can't help the snort that escapes him, and Stiles shakes his head, because god bless Scott McCall and his everything, and reaches out to take his idea of junk food from him. ] ...Thanks, dude.
[ He jitters out of the way to let Scott in, though, and closes the door. ]
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So.
[ He moves to flop unceremoniously on the couch, kicking his legs up on it while he keeps a careful eye on Stiles. Not that he thinks he'll do anything destructive, but it's hard not to be concerned when your brother is involved. ]
Kissing Derek. [ He nods. Maybe there would be a thumbs up if the moment weren't so tense. ] What was it like?
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That window is looking more and more tempting by the second.
Stiles squints a little, like he's trying to come up with an answer. ] Short?
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He shrugs. Stiles Stilinski is a complicated guy, but Scott gets him better than most. It's never be hard to see what he's thinking, know what he's feeling. ]
Don't hold out on me! C'mon, what was it like?
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Like, we were just--[ A wide hand gesture. ] Talking, I guess, and fighting over the stuffing, and he got all up in my face so I--[ Vaguely, he feels his ears starting to burn from the way they're turning red and looks down again. ] Yeah. It was stupid, and by the time I realized what I did, I peaced out.
[ Because honestly, he wasn't sure if he could take the rejection; because he probably just totally screwed up what had become a really good friendship. ]
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[ Because that in itself is worrisome enough, and forces Scott to sit up, feet hitting the ground with a soft thump. His eyebrows are knitted while he listens to Stiles - not words, but his heartbeat, the heat radiating off his ears, perspiration off the back of his neck. He expected Stiles to be freaking out some, but this much takes him by surprise - it was only a kiss, wasn't it? Scott can't figure out why it's such a big deal to him, why he's trying so hard to hide away.
Then again, it's Stiles. Then again, the only person more complicated than him is Derek. Scott tries to imagine what he must feel like, but there's only sympathy at most. He can't relate, can't understand why things don't just work out sometimes. ]
You know you can tell me anything, right? And I'll never judge you, like ever ever. [ He scratches his eyebrow. ] I know you're freaking out- and it's cool man, freak out. That would be a lot less scary than this.
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[ What basically comes out is the Stiles equivalent of keysmash, and he groans and ruffles his hands through his hair, trying to look plaintive. ] I freakin kissed Derek, dude, because I didn't want to lose some weird game of chicken. That is embarrassing.
[ And maybe the fact that every time he thinks about it something in his stomach goes to "mush", as Scott described it earlier. This is so bad. How is he supposed to put his thoughts into words. ] It's--nothing ever goes the way I plan it, like, ever. This included. I dunno, dude, it's like...we were friends, you know?
[ A little strained. ] Like, kinda good friends. I think he trusted me, and that's--[ Hand gestures, that makes things more understandable! ]--that's a huge freakin' deal. And I screwed it up, I mean like--you should've seen the look on his face.
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