DEAD MAN! CHAPTER THREE. so, you think your best friend is a werewolf?
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JUST LIKE HE SAID HE WOULD, ADRIAN FOUND HIMSELF STANDING OUTSIDE THE STILINSKI HOUSEHOLD WITH HIS HAND HOVERING OVER THE DOORBELL. The only car parked in the driveway was Stiles' unmissable jeep named Roscoe, indicating his dad wasn't home.
With a heavy sigh, Adrian rang the house doorbell and waited patiently. It only took a minute before the frantic thudding of running footsteps were heard and the door was swung open. The Stilinski boy was revealed as Adrian weakly smiled, being waved frantically forward. "Finally! Come in, come in!"
Stiles didn't wait for the Martin boy as he ran back upstairs to his bedroom where Adrian was surprised to find multiple books, papers and websites pulled up around the room messily. It proved some competition with his room, but Adrian had to take the win with this one.
"Okay, so is this where you reveal to me that you have some secret life selling drugs and you're dealing them with Scott so you both are no longer seen as losers?" With a deep breath, Adrien dropped his bag onto Stiles' bed where he sat himself down on.
Stiles, who was sat in his desk chair, swivelled around with a bewildered look, shaking his head with a scrunched up face. "What? No!"
"Well, unless you're both male escorts, that's me fresh out of ideas!" Adrian half-joked, discreetly checking over Stiles' facial expressions for any signs that he could be right.
"This is a serious issue here, dude! Something is wrong with Scott and you noticed it too! I can't believe I'm even telling you this information." The brunette grumbled as he shuffled the papers into one organised pile by his desk.
"Then why are you?" Adrian genuinely asked, a sincere look in his eyes as he tilted his head.
Stiles immediately threw an incredulous look at him as his arms waved around spastically. "Well, I had to tell someone!"
"Really? Are you sure it's not because of my dashing good looks that swayed you?" He over exaggerated a stroke of his hair, closing his eyes as if in slo-mo.
Stiles only shook his head, giving a short snort. "In your dreams dude." He muttered something else under his breath, but it wasn't caught for Adrian to question before Stiles started explaining. "So! You remember that dead body out in the woods, right? The one they only found half of?"
"Obviously. It's not easy to forget half a dead body, Stilinski." The Martin teen shrugged his shoulders, laying further down, Stiles' soft blue bedsheets comforting him.
