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robinonadderall) wrote2013-06-28 02:31 pm
robinonadderall) wrote2013-06-28 02:31 pm
Heather's House | Evening
The last time Stiles had been to a house party he had ended up drugged with wolfsbane and hallucinated horrible things about his father. Surely this party had to go better than that one. Stiles thought it would. For one thing, Heather was nothing but normal. That was what Stiles liked about her. They had been childhood friends who checked in with each other regularly on Facebook and it was an amazingly normal relationship with no werewolf weirdness at all.
She also happened to be extremely cute and sweet and Stiles thought it was the perfect opportunity to bring Scott out so they could get over Allison and Lydia and...let's just leave it at that. Stiles was all for this plan. Scott...not so much.
They were almost to Heather's house when Stiles finally broke down and asked about Scott's attitude. "Okay, what is it?"
Scott's eyebrows lifted. "What do you mean what?"
"I mean what and you know what." Don't play dumb with him, McCall! "That look you were giving."
"What look?"
"That look you were giving," Stiles said. "There was a distinct look, Scott."
"I didn't give a look." Scott said...before giving the look again.
"That look! The look that says the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party." Sure, Boyd and Erica were still missing and Isaac had been kidnapped and tortured by the alpha pack but they could still party!
Scott shook his head. "It's not that, it just feels weird going to a different high school's party."
"One drink and you'll be fine. I went to nursery school with this girl, okay?" Stiles said. "She'll introduce us to all of her friends. So tonight no Allison, no Lydia, we're moving on."
"You're right," Scott said, looking down at his phone. "Wait, what about Derek?"
Stiles nearly choked on air. "What about Derek? We're not actually dating, I have told you this so many times, Scott."
"The jeep doesn't smell like you aren't dating," Scott mumbled. "But, fine, we're moving on."
"Onward and upward," Stiles said. "No-look me."
Scott high-fived Stiles, looking a lot more confident about this. "Let's do this! Wait, how's my breath?"
"I'm not smelling your breath."
"Do you have any gum?" Scott asked.
"No gum, you're fine," Stiles said as he pushed open the front door. The party didn't look any different from the usual high school party. Lots of drinking out of red cups, bad dancing, nobody screaming from aconite poisoning. Seemed fine to him.
"Stiles, hi!"
It had been awhile since Stiles had seen Heather in person and he was very happy to say that she looked even hotter than in the Facebook pictures. And she had looked pretty hot in those. "Hey! There's the birthday girl--"
Anything else Stiles had to say was cut short when Heather walked up and kissed him right on the lips. Nobody was more surprised by this than Stiles.
Heather pulled back after a few moments, smiling brightly at Stiles. "So glad you made it."
"...yeah, me too." What even. Not that he was complaining but...what even.
Heather's smiled widened and she grabbed Stiles by the wrist. "Come downstairs with me, help me pick out a bottle of wine."
"Yes!" Stiles let himself be dragged away, sparing a glance over at Scott who looked both shocked and impressed. And possibly a little bit concerned. Dammit, Scott, he wasn't dating Derek.
The basement was dimly lit, but Stiles was familiar with it from when he was younger. Heather ordered him to shut the door and then hurriedly led him down the stairs to the extensive wine cellar. Stiles was a little nervous so he started doing what he did best. Babble.
"Remember when we were little kids and we used to come down here all the time--" His train of thought got cut off when Heather kissed him again. "...yeah, we never did that."
"Stiles, I just turned seventeen today," Heather said, pushing Stiles against one of the racks of wine. "Do you know what I want for my birthday?"
"A bike?" He was going to go with the playfully amused thing like when he talked to Natalie. She seemed to like it.
Heather smiled and kicked off her heels. "To not be a seventeen-year-old virgin."
Holy werewolf Jesus. Stiles could barely think when Heather kissed him again and his brain about shut off entirely when he felt her hands start to tug at his belt buckle.
She pulled back after a moment, giving him an assessing look. "Have you never done it before either?"
"What? Turned seventeen?" Stiles asked. "Yeah, a few months ago."
"Stiles..."
Ugh, fine. "Yeah, maybe I haven't done that other thing."
"Do you want to?" she asked. "Would you be okay with that?"
"Would I be okay with that?" What a dumb question, it's not like anybody else was interested in him! "I believe so, yeah! I'm totally good with--"
Heather was satisfied with that answer and cut Stiles off with another kiss. Her hands were at his belt again, undoing them with dexterity Stiles would so not be able to manage right now. Then something occurred to him. He did not walk into this party expecting to get laid. He pulled back, gulping in a few breaths of air before frantically saying, "Wait, I don't have any--"
"My brother has some in the upstairs bathroom," Heather said. "Go get them."
"Going!" There was a second there where Stiles almost faceplanted into some wine but he managed to avoid that disaster and head upstairs. The party was still raging on the ground floor, but Stiles couldn't find Scott in the crowd to tell him he was about to get laid. He scrambled upstairs into the upstairs bathroom next to the room he remembered as Heather's brother's and started rifling through the drawer to find condoms.
"Come on..." That's it, after this he was going to start carrying condoms on him at all times, just like the 20 year older version of him had. Wait, no, don't think about that. Bad, Stiles. "Ah-ha! YES!"
The condoms were in one of the many, many drawers in the bathroom. Stiles gleefully held up the box...and then frowned when he noticed they were XXL. He looked down at his crotch, frowning some more. He wasn't microscopic but XXL? Maybe if he were Derek---wait, no, still not thinking about that. That weekend was erased from the record. There was a hot blonde downstairs more than willing to do him, so he was gonna go do that. Right now. Here he goes.
Scott still was nowhere to be seen when Stiles breezed past people downstairs so he was just going to have to hear about Stiles getting laid after the fact. Unless he happened to hear during because of his werewolf powers. Ew, that'd be awkward, he wasn't going to think about that anymore.
"Okay I got one, I figured if we needed more we could--" Stiles stopped in his tracks when he noticed Heather wasn't where they were before. "Heather?"
Stiles walked through more of the stacks of wine, but it became more and more obvious he was alone, stopping momentarily when he noticed Heather's discarded shoes were still on the ground. He frowned again, deciding she probably changed her mind and went up to join everybody else upstairs.
Oh well. Such was life when you were Stiles Stilinski. He headed upstairs to join Scott, who happened to be outside with Allison and Lydia and they were sporting matching bruises given to them by Isaac's mystery woman. He got caught up in the supernatural once again and didn't even think much of Heather's departure after that.
Not until his father had cornered him the next morning to tell him Heather had gone missing last night and according to Heather's friends, Stiles was the last person to see her before she disappeared.
He hadn't felt this guilty in a while.
[Taken from Teen Wolf 3x02 "Chaos Rising". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]
She also happened to be extremely cute and sweet and Stiles thought it was the perfect opportunity to bring Scott out so they could get over Allison and Lydia and...let's just leave it at that. Stiles was all for this plan. Scott...not so much.
They were almost to Heather's house when Stiles finally broke down and asked about Scott's attitude. "Okay, what is it?"
Scott's eyebrows lifted. "What do you mean what?"
"I mean what and you know what." Don't play dumb with him, McCall! "That look you were giving."
"What look?"
"That look you were giving," Stiles said. "There was a distinct look, Scott."
"I didn't give a look." Scott said...before giving the look again.
"That look! The look that says the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party." Sure, Boyd and Erica were still missing and Isaac had been kidnapped and tortured by the alpha pack but they could still party!
Scott shook his head. "It's not that, it just feels weird going to a different high school's party."
"One drink and you'll be fine. I went to nursery school with this girl, okay?" Stiles said. "She'll introduce us to all of her friends. So tonight no Allison, no Lydia, we're moving on."
"You're right," Scott said, looking down at his phone. "Wait, what about Derek?"
Stiles nearly choked on air. "What about Derek? We're not actually dating, I have told you this so many times, Scott."
"The jeep doesn't smell like you aren't dating," Scott mumbled. "But, fine, we're moving on."
"Onward and upward," Stiles said. "No-look me."
Scott high-fived Stiles, looking a lot more confident about this. "Let's do this! Wait, how's my breath?"
"I'm not smelling your breath."
"Do you have any gum?" Scott asked.
"No gum, you're fine," Stiles said as he pushed open the front door. The party didn't look any different from the usual high school party. Lots of drinking out of red cups, bad dancing, nobody screaming from aconite poisoning. Seemed fine to him.
"Stiles, hi!"
It had been awhile since Stiles had seen Heather in person and he was very happy to say that she looked even hotter than in the Facebook pictures. And she had looked pretty hot in those. "Hey! There's the birthday girl--"
Anything else Stiles had to say was cut short when Heather walked up and kissed him right on the lips. Nobody was more surprised by this than Stiles.
Heather pulled back after a few moments, smiling brightly at Stiles. "So glad you made it."
"...yeah, me too." What even. Not that he was complaining but...what even.
Heather's smiled widened and she grabbed Stiles by the wrist. "Come downstairs with me, help me pick out a bottle of wine."
"Yes!" Stiles let himself be dragged away, sparing a glance over at Scott who looked both shocked and impressed. And possibly a little bit concerned. Dammit, Scott, he wasn't dating Derek.
The basement was dimly lit, but Stiles was familiar with it from when he was younger. Heather ordered him to shut the door and then hurriedly led him down the stairs to the extensive wine cellar. Stiles was a little nervous so he started doing what he did best. Babble.
"Remember when we were little kids and we used to come down here all the time--" His train of thought got cut off when Heather kissed him again. "...yeah, we never did that."
"Stiles, I just turned seventeen today," Heather said, pushing Stiles against one of the racks of wine. "Do you know what I want for my birthday?"
"A bike?" He was going to go with the playfully amused thing like when he talked to Natalie. She seemed to like it.
Heather smiled and kicked off her heels. "To not be a seventeen-year-old virgin."
Holy werewolf Jesus. Stiles could barely think when Heather kissed him again and his brain about shut off entirely when he felt her hands start to tug at his belt buckle.
She pulled back after a moment, giving him an assessing look. "Have you never done it before either?"
"What? Turned seventeen?" Stiles asked. "Yeah, a few months ago."
"Stiles..."
Ugh, fine. "Yeah, maybe I haven't done that other thing."
"Do you want to?" she asked. "Would you be okay with that?"
"Would I be okay with that?" What a dumb question, it's not like anybody else was interested in him! "I believe so, yeah! I'm totally good with--"
Heather was satisfied with that answer and cut Stiles off with another kiss. Her hands were at his belt again, undoing them with dexterity Stiles would so not be able to manage right now. Then something occurred to him. He did not walk into this party expecting to get laid. He pulled back, gulping in a few breaths of air before frantically saying, "Wait, I don't have any--"
"My brother has some in the upstairs bathroom," Heather said. "Go get them."
"Going!" There was a second there where Stiles almost faceplanted into some wine but he managed to avoid that disaster and head upstairs. The party was still raging on the ground floor, but Stiles couldn't find Scott in the crowd to tell him he was about to get laid. He scrambled upstairs into the upstairs bathroom next to the room he remembered as Heather's brother's and started rifling through the drawer to find condoms.
"Come on..." That's it, after this he was going to start carrying condoms on him at all times, just like the 20 year older version of him had. Wait, no, don't think about that. Bad, Stiles. "Ah-ha! YES!"
The condoms were in one of the many, many drawers in the bathroom. Stiles gleefully held up the box...and then frowned when he noticed they were XXL. He looked down at his crotch, frowning some more. He wasn't microscopic but XXL? Maybe if he were Derek---wait, no, still not thinking about that. That weekend was erased from the record. There was a hot blonde downstairs more than willing to do him, so he was gonna go do that. Right now. Here he goes.
Scott still was nowhere to be seen when Stiles breezed past people downstairs so he was just going to have to hear about Stiles getting laid after the fact. Unless he happened to hear during because of his werewolf powers. Ew, that'd be awkward, he wasn't going to think about that anymore.
"Okay I got one, I figured if we needed more we could--" Stiles stopped in his tracks when he noticed Heather wasn't where they were before. "Heather?"
Stiles walked through more of the stacks of wine, but it became more and more obvious he was alone, stopping momentarily when he noticed Heather's discarded shoes were still on the ground. He frowned again, deciding she probably changed her mind and went up to join everybody else upstairs.
Oh well. Such was life when you were Stiles Stilinski. He headed upstairs to join Scott, who happened to be outside with Allison and Lydia and they were sporting matching bruises given to them by Isaac's mystery woman. He got caught up in the supernatural once again and didn't even think much of Heather's departure after that.
Not until his father had cornered him the next morning to tell him Heather had gone missing last night and according to Heather's friends, Stiles was the last person to see her before she disappeared.
He hadn't felt this guilty in a while.
[Taken from Teen Wolf 3x02 "Chaos Rising". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]