Ancient Shadow ➤ Stiles Stilinski

ONE (✓)

"Ugh, I'm literally dying of boredom" Stiles complained loudly over the phone. On the other side of the line was Scott, who was too busy trying to look good for his date with Kira to actually pay attention to his friend's whining. "You're not even listening to me, are you? You just keep humming as response. That's what you do when you're not paying attention to a word I say."

Scott's ear actually perked up at that. Busted.

"Sorry, man." He let out a small, guilty sigh. "I'm just busy."

"Too busy to talk to a friend - your best-friend?" Stiles sounded very dramatic over the phone, and Scott could imagine him gesturing towards himself and making a face like he was physically hurt.

"I'm meeting up with Kira in a few minutes, so... kind of... yeah." Scott replied with simplicity.

Stiles kept silent for a very long time over the line, and Scott almost began to feel anxious. But then he said;

"Okay," Surprisingly Stiles didn't sound too angry, or sad, or anything - Scott would've noticed. To be completely honest that lack of a reaction worried the young werewolf more than if his friend had actually gone mad at him.

Nothing good ever came from a complying Stiles in these type of situations.

"Okay, fine." Stiles repeated after a few seconds, and that was the sign that Scott needed to know he was definitely plotting something.

Scott was aware Stiles was itching for something out of the ordinary to happen, he just didn't understand why he couldn't enjoy the peace they were finally having around Beacon Hills like any normal guy.

"I'll find something to occupy myself with for the next few days then. Have fun with your girlfriend." Stiles mumbled over the phone. "I mean... Kira is your girlfriend now, right? Anyway, bye!"

Stiles made sure to sound as sarcastic as possible before hanging up on Scott before he could say anything else.

To Stiles, if he couldn't count on his best-friend to have fun or do something during the last few days of summer break, then he was fated to have to find a way to keep himself busy alone.

Not that Stiles wasn't already an expert on the art of being alone. It was going to be super easy for him actually, he thought sourly, trying to sound like he believed in that.

Too bad it didn't work.

"I'm definitely gonna die of boredom," Stiles mumbled to himself and pinched the bridge of his nose. He leaned back on his spinning chair for a moment before leaning forward again. "Why am I feeling so anxious?"

Stiles pressed his face over his arms - that were crossed over his computer desk - and sighed.

He stayed in that position for a long thirty minutes wondering about all the things he and the Pack had been through during the last few years. They didn't have one freaking moment of peace since the night Scott got bit by Peter Hale, so two whole months without as much as a small threat felt too suspicious for Stiles to ignore.

It could just be him being paranoid, or looking for a reason to get himself in trouble so he could get some excitement.

Of course he was glad no one was getting hurt, or worse. But sitting around and doing nothing was not exactly his thing. Besides, there was this strange feeling haunting him for the past few days that he couldn't quite figure out where it was coming from.

"This is messed up!" He snapped raising his head in annoyance.

He glared at the computer monitor for an instant. There were no recent mysterious murders, no supernatural beings wanting to wrack havoc around town, not even one tiny little bit of gore crime scenes, or half-death experiences for any of the townspeople. Why am I feeling so on edge?