The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Seven

3rd P.O.V

"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles exclaimed, his voice ringing out with dramatic exasperation as he descended the stairs.

"I know! I'm such an idiot!" Scott replied, the frustration in his tone softened by the helpless groan that bubbled up despite himself.

Kylie, who was holding onto her brother's hand, couldn't contain her giggles. The sound was light and contagious, her small fingers squeezing Scott's hand as her laughter danced in the air.

"God, it was like watching a car wreck," Stiles said, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and disbelief as he threw his hands in the air. "I mean, first, they turn it into this group date thing, then comes that phrase—"

"Hanging out," Scott interjected, cutting him off with a sigh. His brows knitted together, a hint of worry clouding his expression as he repeated the dreaded words.

"Exactly! You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death." Stiles pointed emphatically at Scott, his eyes wide with exasperation. "Once you start hanging out, you may as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out," he added, sarcasm dripping from his words as he raised an eyebrow, daring Scott to refute him.

Kylie halted, a tiny pout forming on her lips as her brows knitted together. Scott couldn't help but smile, leaning down to pick her up, her small frame fitting comfortably in his arms.

"I'm no hot?" she asked, her voice carrying the slight mispronunciation that made her words even more endearing.

Stiles, who had been mid-rant, turned to her, momentarily distracted. His eyes softened as he met her earnest gaze, while Scott's smirk deepened, knowing what was coming.

"You're cute. It's not the same thing," Stiles replied, a playful grin twitching at his lips.

Kylie's pout deepened, and she crossed her tiny arms over her chest in a gesture that was half serious, half adorable. "Well, Lydia said, I'm hot," she declared, her tone taking on a hint of triumph.

Stiles blinked, his mind stumbling over the unexpected declaration before he shook his head, chuckling. "Well, you'll have all the time in the world to be hot when you're older," he said, pausing as a thought struck him. His expression turned comically serious. "Actually, you know what? Don't be hot. If you're hot, then that means boys will want to date you, and no boy is or will be allowed to date you as long as I'm alive."

Scott, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, nodded solemnly in agreement. "He's right," he added, squeezing Kylie's small shoulder lightly.

Despite their united front, Kylie's pout remained, her eyes flicking between them with a stubborn glint.

"How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn't," Scott said, his frustration spilling out as he raked a hand through his hair, the stress evident in his clenched jaw and darting eyes.

"I don't think Danny likes me very much," Stiles muttered, his mind seemingly elsewhere, eyes glazed with thought.

Scott's irritation flared, voice rising as he tried to focus. "Asking Allison on a date, and now we're 'hanging out,'" he continued, his tone laced with disbelief.

"Am I not attractive to gay guys?" Stiles asked, directing the question more to the air than to anyone specific, a hint of genuine curiosity mixed with his usual sarcasm.

Kylie, who had been watching the exchange from her brother's arms, abandoned her pout and burst into giggles. The sound bubbled up, momentarily lightening the tense air around them.

Scott's expression softened briefly at her laugh before the weight of his worries pressed back down. "I finally make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now—" He glanced at his watch, eyes widening. "Now, I'm late for work."