amateur detective ━━ stiles stilinski¹

v; tate household

   THEY ARRIVED AT THE TATE HOUSEHOLD, and Isaac muttered something about wasting his beauty sleep for this mission. It was common of Isaac to pretend that he's sacrificing his time alone to help his friends, when they all knew he would have never let them go on with the plan without his help. As Juliette would say, it's the toxic masculinity kicking in that won't let him admit he just really, really loves his friends. They all got out of the car, getting ready. Juliette grabbed a sharp stick on the ground, and stabbed it into the car's front tire. "What the hell are you doing!" Stiles facepalmed.

    "What? We need an excuse to knock on his door, so I came up with one." Juliette shrugged. "Flat tire."

    Stiles buried his face in his hands. "We couldn't just tell him we're lost?"

    "If we tell him we're lost, he'll tell us to google maps our way back." Jules turned to the two werewolves. "You two should sneak in from the back door, Stiles and I will get him out of the house, but it'll only take ten minutes for him to help with the tire, so you'll have to be quick."

"We're talking about this when I get back, Jules." Isaac attempted to make an intimidating face.

Jules rolled her brown eyes. "Oh, whatever. Just go, we'll distract Mr. Tate."

     The two werewolves nodded, and she saw as they made their way around the house, no longer in her gaze. The house had a large porch, and Juliette saw three tires on the front porch, next to a couple of cardboard boxes. It was a good sign, now he wouldn't have to go back into the house to get them the spare tire, which would've increased the risk of him catching Isaac and Scott. But it also meant it would make the process faster, making there not enough time for the two werewolves.

"Is he your boyfriend, or something?" Stiles blurted out suddenly. She whirled to him and arched her eyebrows. "Because if he is, he's totally cheating on you with Allison."

"Not my boyfriend." It wasn't an uncommon question, but she was faintly surprised at how direct he was.

Stiles and Juliette made their way to the front door. "So, whats our plan?"

      "We'll just ask him to fix our tires." Juliette stated simply, then raised her knuckles to knock on the door, but Stiles clutched onto her wrist in a cautionary manner. "What?" She asked in an irritated tone.

       "What do you mean what? We need to think this through." He warned, his thoughts racing of ideas. "The jeep is literally right on his front porch, so we'll need to make this convincing."

      In an abrupt manner, Juliette knocked on the door before he could stop her again. "Just improvise." She whispered hastily.

     To their surprise, it barely took thirty seconds for Mr. Tate to open the door. He looked different from the photos on the report, for one, he grew out his facial hair. And two, he looked dead in the eyes. There was a evident paranoia that tensed him as he examined the two teenagers calculatingly. Juliette's mouth gaped, ready to speak, but he beat her to it.

    "What are you kids doing here?"

   "Oh, uh..." Stiles swallowed. "My girlfriend and I had a late night picnic, and we're supposed to be on our way back, but we have a flat tire." He managed a humourless smile. "We're wondering if you have a spare tire?"