No Luck

One Normal Day

An ugly confession

I think that I'm broken

When I try to be open

- Ace of Hearts, Zella Day

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Scott: Did u have good dreams?

Isaac turns on his side, vision blurry from sleep. He looks at his phone, that lights up instantly with a text, someone knowing he would wake up in time to go to school. Isaac squints at his phone.

Isaac: yep

He gave Scott his number on the bus back to Beacon Hills, and they've started what teen magazines call a 'text relationship'. Neither have actually seen each other since they got off the bus, but Scott texts him, and Isaac smiles.

Scott: about me?

Isaac: maybe

He closes his phone and crawls out of bed. Isaac yawns in a way that's kitten-like. The shower is broken, so he opts for deodorant instead. T-shirt, jeans, converse, no socks, Isaac stops his hand. It hovers over the scarf in front of him.

He grins, thinking about Scott commenting on it when he gets to school. God, he's in too deep - there comes the sexual thoughts. Isaac stumbles down the stairs, fixing his scarf every other second. He finds his family in the kitchen.

"Morning." Isaac greets, getting no response other than a smile from his sister. Isaac might've convinced himself a while back that his parents are super supportive, but that was just a lie so he wouldn't feel for a moment.

Shit. Lydia's rubbing off on him.

Isaac grabs a plate silently, turning on his heel to face his mom. Though she walks right past him, ignoring him. He wishes he could say that he'd gotten used to it, and that it didn't hurt anymore, but it did.

"Isaac." Malia catches his attention. She points her thumb towards the doorway. "Breakfast at Lydia's?" Malia suggest, causing Isaac to nod quickly. Lydia's family now hates them, since they come to her house every other day and raid her fridge.

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Stiles launches himself through Lydia's window. He skipped breakfast to come see her instead, maybe to bother him further about his stolen cupcake, or to simply piss her off. Whatever their activities will be today, it's going to be fun.

He scrambles to his feet, holding up his hands to steady himself. Stiles turns to look at a lump in the bed, and he instantly assumes it's the strawberry blonde. She should be up by now. "Lydia?" Stiles questions quietly.

He slowly makes his way over to her. "Lydia?" Stiles pulls back the covers, finding nothing. His face twists in confusion. "Idiot?" Stiles hears from behind him. He yelps and falls back on the velvet bed, clutching at his heart desperately.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Stiles exclaims, pointing a finger at her. "You just want the cupcake to yourself, don't you?" He accuses, pretending to be offended. His finger drops in his lap, his hand getting clammy when he fully takes notice of Lydia. 

In only a towel. Is it possible for him to have a hear attack at this age? Maybe he should stop eating so many burgers...

Stiles gulps, averting his eyes to the ground. "Well, good morning to you too." Stiles makes an attempt at being his normal, annoying self, but his voice cracks. Lydia smirks. He's trying so hard not to look, and he's doing surprisingly well.