Fire breather, I'm trying to survive inside your arms
Flame thrower at the show
Make my heart melt in the middle of the room
No I can't stay away
Now I'm begging you to stay, oh
- Fire Breather, Laurel
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"You know what exactly?" Scott's voice cracks a little, something that hasn't happened since he was 13. Now he knows what Stiles was saying about her 'knowing everything even when she doesn't try to'. Maybe she really does know witchcraft.
"Dude, I know." Lydia puts emphasis on her words. She lifts her hand then lies it down again, making sure Scott knows that she's figured out about their relationship, if it can even be called that.
"How did you- did Isaac-" Scott sputters. It was easy to find out. They showed up late together, Isaac is very vague about all the time he spends with Scott, and when she used Isaac's laptop last night about twenty articles about having a successful relationship popped up.
"You're not very subtle. Plus, I have an IQ of 170, I can figure out when one human being is attracted to the to the other." Lydia decides it's best if she doesn't go into detail. Scott's eyes are wide and he's completely given up on his work.
"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" He asks after a moment. He's calmer now, but there's still a hint of nervousness in his voice. "It's not my business to tell." Lydia responds. She's not that type of person.
Scott nods. He drums his pencil against the top of his paper slowly. "You were saying," Scott says. He's referring to what she was talking about earlier, about him not hurting Isaac.
"I was saying, Isaac's a good guy. And I'm sure you are too. You ignored him and were generally a jerk for a long time, but you seem.. better now. Though, if you do hurt Isaac, either emotionally or physically, I'll hurt you back."
He gulps, nodding. Lydia can be scary if she wants to.
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About five minutes into studying, Stiles declared that he couldn't take it and then dragged Isaac to a Taco Bell. Now, Isaac sits in the passenger seat of the jeep, two Taco Bell 12 packs sitting in his lap while Stiles drives to Lydia's house.
"Why the Taco Bell?" Isaac asks, already biting into his second taco. He may or may not have visited Taco Bell yesterday, and the day before that, and then his car broke down and he might've made Lydia drive him there last Friday.
Their food is really unhealthily, so therefore it's delicious. A plus side to being a werewolf: he can workout all he wants and normally won't get tired, he just gets abs.
"Scott mentioned you like Taco Bell, and I'm a nice person." Stiles shrugs one shoulder. He glances at Isaac, who's licking taco grease off his fingers. "Scott talks about me?" Isaac questions throw a mouthful of burrito.
"Uh..." Stiles holds the word while he stops at a red light. "Yeah, I guess." Now that he thinks about it, Scott does talk about Isaac a lot. And recently, they spend a lot of time together.
As the light changes, it occurs to Stiles that Scott and him haven't played Halo together in a month. Maybe he should stop thinking about Lydia so much and- nah, he can play Halo with Lydia anyways.
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FanfictionStiles Stilinski has never really lived. He's breathing, of course, but at this point he might as well just be a zombie. Life for him is a never ending saga of boredom, with a few good moments. By far his favorite moment has to be a double date that...
