STILES STILINSKI ∙ IMAGINES

wrong number

wrong number

You were watching The Vampire Diaries, having a great time while eating ice cream. It was obvious that you were having a lazy day today, not bothering to work on your assignments or projects.

So, it's a good enough reason to be irritated at the person who's calling you at the moment. You decided to ignore it, of course. You didn't want to take your eyes off of the screen when Klaus returned to Mystic Falls, only for him and Caroline to end up making out in the middle of the woods. You were squealing but stopped when you noticed that your phone is still ringing. 

Letting out a groan, you finally grabbed your phone and answered it, taking note that it was an unknown number.

"Isaac, we need you here at the animal clinic. You better hurry." You heard as soon as you press your phone against your ear.

You were confused as to why the teenage boy was calling you Isaac. Last time you checked, your name is not Isaac. "Uh– what? Who's Isaac?"

Stiles froze, hearing your voice made it clear to him that Isaac gave him a random number yet again, claiming that it's his but it's not.

"That bastard– he gave me a random number again!" You heard the teenage boy complain, muttering things under his breath.

You didn't know what to say, honestly but it would be kind of awkward if you remained silent. Luckily, Stiles spoke before you can think of words to say to him. "I'm sorry– my friend does this to me all the time and it's getting kinda annoying."

"It's okay. I hope you can find a way to contact him. It looks like you're having problems as of the moment." You told him, a smile slowly appearing on your face.

Stiles finds himself swallowing thickly, nodding but then mentally gave himself a face palm, considering that you can't see him. "Yeah– thanks..." He trailed off, hoping to get your name.

"Y/N." You said, still smiling.

Stiles nodded while Scott was watching him in confusion. They have a problem at the moment and Stiles is not helping because both of you are still talking.

"Well, thanks Y/N. I'm Stiles– just saying though because yo– you said your name and I didn't– oh, no. I have to go. Bye." He said, rushing over the words before ending the call.

He felt bad as soon as he ended the call but he brushed it off as he helped Scott dealing with the problem while you, you remained on your spot on the couch, smiling foolishly. You found yourself staring at your phone, ignoring the show that's playing on your screen.

You hoped that this won't be the last time that he'll be calling or sending you a message.

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CAN SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE A STORY BASED ON THIS LIKE I WANT TO READ A STORY LIKE THIS BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE ISAAC WOULD REALLY DO THIS OMG. if someone is already working on it, please tell me so i can read it like pls.

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