The She Wolf {A Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski Love Story}

8. Lunatic

    "Where are we going?' Scott asked. It was the middle of the night and Stiles was leading us through the dark forest.

    "You'll see." Stiles replied simply.

    "We really shouldn't be out here, my mom is in a constant state of freak out since what happened at the school." Scott informed.

    "Well your mom isn't the sheriff." Stiles replied. "Okay? There's no comparison, trust me."

    "Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott demanded.

    "Yes. When your best friend gets dumped."

    "I didn't get dumped........ we're taking a break....."

    "Alright well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break." Stiles held up a bottle of jack. "You get you best friend drunk." Stiles said with a smile. I cheered. Stiles started a fire in a metal garbage can looking thing and we all took a seat on some rocks around it.

*********(about half a bottle later)**********

    Stiles put the bottle down and lied back onto my lap. He was way past the drunk stage and I was getting slightly buzzed, but Scott had barely even had one sip the whole night.

    "Dude." Stiles slurred. "She's just- Just one girl. You know? Outta so many, there's sooo many other girls in the sea." Stiles looked up at me and I smiled at him nodding my head in agreement.

    "Fish in the sea." Scott corrected.

    "Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls." Stiles sighed. "I love girls. I love 'em, I love..... especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five foot three......."

    "Like Lydia?" Scott asked bitterly.

    "Yeah, exactly..... Hey! How did you know I was talking about......abou-... What was I talking about?" Stiles asked with a goofy grin on his face. "Hey! You're not happy." Stiles observed looking up at Scott.

    "Take a drink." I said passing him the bottle.

    "I don't want anymore." Scott said, shaking off the offer.

    "You're not drunk?" Stiles asked.

Scott shook his head. "I'm not anything."

    "Hey, maybe it's like-maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore..... you know.... maybe you...maybe you can't get drunk...... as a wolf." Stiles rambled on. "Am I drunk?"

    "You're wasted." Scott answered emtionlessly. I laughed a little and entwined my fingers with Stiles's.

    "YeaAaaahhhh" Stiles said happily lifting his other arm in the air. He put it down and tried to get serious. "C'mon dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. Well I don't know..." He laughed a little. "But I know this! I know that.... as much as being broken up hurts.... Being alone.... is way worse." Stiles said matter-o-factly.

    Scott thought about that for a minute and then he turned to Stiles looking completely confused.

    "That didn't make any sense." Stiles laughed. "I need a drink." Just as Stiles reached for the bottle someone else took it away.

    "Weeell. Look at the little bitches getting their drink on." One of the two guys said. He was tall and built, probably a little intimidating if I cared, good thing I didn't.

    "Give it back." Scott said sternly.

    "What's that little man?"

    "I think he wants a drink." The other one was smaller and way friendlier looking. Kinda took the edge off of his tough guy routine.