Key for this chapter:
Stiles' Thoughts
Anyone Else's Thoughts
'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'
///Memories///
POVs
""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""
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Warning: Alternative POVs
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Stiles sketched in his sketch pad idly as he listened to Kira complain endlessly about Isaac, as he hummed a tune he heard on the radio, he couldn't really recall where, but it had been on his mind the whole day, it just about really drove him insane, he needed a distraction, and soon.
"Are you even listening?!" Kira hissed poking him sharply.
"Yes", he nodded, "Not paying a smidge of attention to the details, but highly aware of what you've been blabbing about", he answered easily.
"Blabbing?!!!!"
Her scandalized attention arrested upon him and he sighed, "Kira", he started, "If you like him so much can't you just tell him?" he asked exasperated.
Kira gaped at him and sputtered, "I-I d-don't like him!" she hissed.
Hissed... Cats would envy her, at this point.
"Sure", he agreed dryly.
"I'm serious!" she argued.
"And yet you've argued in surprising detail about his facial tics, it's also the point at which I began tuning you out", he stated strongly.
Kira sighed, "I just..." she began again and tapered off.
"Kira what is this even about?" he asked, "I mean you gripe about him, but I'll show you exactly in detail how much you stare at him", he muttered still sketching idly.
Kira sighed, "I have no idea what you mean by that", she muttered irritably.
"Why aren't you with Lydia, or Cora or even Derek discussing this? I mean we're not even friends, is this a divine form of punishment to hear more about Isaac than I want to?" he asked baffled.
"Aren't we friends?" she asked warily.
"I mean are we?" Stiles asked looking up at her, her tone triggering Klaxon's warning bells.
"I thought we were friends", she muttered softly looking away.
"Kira", he snorted, "Don't take this the wrong way or in any other way than the way I'll present it", he started.
Kira was startled and he rolled his eyes;
"A: you waltz into town and of all the groups in a High School Campus you stumble across ours", Stiles laughed then amused in a kind of way that was not funny at all, "Beacon Hills may have a beacon inviting every known creature to it, but you didn't have to walk by our table in that exact moment when we were discussing something that is borderline weird to any normal person", he pointed out, "B: your mother released an iniquitous spirit from a trap she put in a tree, so she could finally have someone get possessed by it and appeal to an alpha werewolf to kill it. Luck was entirely on her side when that person turned out to be his friend—by the way, could you tell your mother for me, she still hasn't apologized for wanting to kill me, and that she is a terrible host, the worst, awful just plain awful", he smirked sharply, and stopped her before she could retort;
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