What if Stiles was gay? What if he never had a crush on Lydia and never glanced in her direction? What if he had another childhood friend before Scott? What if that childhood friend was his crush? And what if he was dating that childhood friend?
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Stiles, Mr. Stilinski, Emerson and I were all inside his cop car eating dinner.
Emerson didn't have work today. Something happened at both her jobs and they cancelled, meaning she was able to hang with us.
But, considering we're in Mr. Stilinski's cop car, there was a gate shielding us from Stiles and his dad.
"I'm just saying that it's better for you to start driving an SUV or just any car in particular. I don't really like sitting back here with a gate shielding us" Emerson sighed.
"Same. It sucks" I pouted.
Stiles laughed softly while Mr. Stilinski let out a soft chuckle.
"Sorry, kiddos. I promise to try and get a new car when I can" Mr. Stilinski told us.
Emerson sighed and nodded while I just nodded and went back to eating my curly fries.
Stiles smiled and winked at me, causing me to smile back at him, before going back to eating his own food.
"Did they forget my curly fries?" Mr. Stilinski asked, looking at his son.
"You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones" Stiles sternly said.
"Well, I'm carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries" Mr. Stilinski told him.
"Yeah, let the poor man have his fries" Emerson backed him up.
I chuckled at that. Stiles rolled his eyes. Mr. Stilinski grinned at Emerson and thanked her for backing him up.
"If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong" Stiles sternly said.
Mr. Stilinski huffed and went back to eating his hamburger, clearly upset over not having any curly fries.
Emerson giggled and patted the gate, gaining his attention.
"Don't worry, Noah. You can have some of mine, I don't finish them anyway" Emerson smiled.
"Thank you, Em" Mr. Stilinski smiled at her.
Stiles shot her a look while she ignored him and went back to eating her own burger.
I chuckled and shook my head. Stiles simply sighed and went back to eating his own food.
"Unit one, do you copy?" dispatch asked.
Stiles reached for the radio but his hand was slapped away by his dad.
Stiles cleared his throat and muttered out a "sorry" as he leaned back against his seat and continued eating.
Mr. Stilinski fondly shook his head at him before picking up the radio.
"Unit one, copy" Mr. Stilinski spoke.
"Got a report of a possible 187" dispatch told him.
Mine and Em's eyes widened as Stiles turned to his father, his own eyes wide like ours.
"A murder?" Stiles asked, his mouth full of curly fries.
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