I asked you to humor me, not to make me pity your horrendous dancing.
"Well, what’ll make you laugh, Isaac? I can do anything and everything, man."
After processing what Stiles had said, “You’re right,” was all he could think to say. Everything else seemed impossible. Ever since he was bitten, he felt like he was in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from. He couldn’t control himself and soon, something unspeakable would happen. He was a monster now, whether he liked it or not.
"And I, your trusty new friend, Stiles, am here to help," he whispered, pointing at himself with a smile of reassurance. Alec reminded him of the old, younger Scott, when he had gotten turned. Well, Scott was one to handle it much better than Alec did, because Scott tried to take a hold of the situation, but Stiles didn’t mind Alec.
I’m waiting for the drama to unfold, to be honest. I fucked this chick and apparently she was in a relationship so I’m patiently waiting for the chaos to erupt. And then I’ll leave.
"Wow, you’re a prick."
"What do you know?" Alec asked, ignoring Stiles’ insult. His mind was focused on other things. Maybe Stiles was one of them. Maybe Stiles knew who bit him. He wasn’t sure who it had been.
"A lot," was all Stiles managed to compose from his lips, the flood of words threatening to escape from his parted lips managing to hold itself away in an unknown crevice for a few moments. "I know that you’re probably a werewolf, or something of the sort. Plus, I know that you’re completely and utterly clueless," he finally added, sending the boy a small smile.
Yellow? Does he know? Alec’s head spun and then cleared his throat, “Um..alright then. Yellow eyes aren’t scientifically possible without contacts though.” He gave him a weird look, pretending he had no idea what he was talking about. “Me too,” He said quietly.
"Are you sure about that? No offense to you, Alec, but your lying is atrocious," Stiles pointed out. If Alec was more skilled in the theatrical department, Stiles would have probably broken out in a cold sweat, seeing as he was about to break their cover, but the poor lad was a terrible liar, and it seemed as if the other was about to break out into a cold sweat himself.
Yeah, you are just giving me more reason to leave, bro. You aren’t helping your towns case.
"Hm, that’s funny. If I’m giving you more reason to leave, why aren’t you gone yet?"
"It doesn’t matter. They’re just glasses and contacts." He said lowly, changing the subject. He had only gotten the bite a few days ago and was still trying to believe what had happened to him. He was completely overwhelmed and afraid. He shrugged, "Yep, I’m that guy. Thanks and I’m Alec, by the way.” Alec’s lips curved into a smile. It wasn’t often someone talked to him or wanted to become friends. He figured it was because of how shy he can be. “Yeah, we can talk more.” He shook the boy’s hand and then chuckled, feeling like it was a business like thing.
"Whatever you say, buddy," Stiles shrugged. He was probably right, so he decided that it would be best to give his idea a good go. "But, if your eyes turn to yellow, don’t come telling me they’re contacts, yeah, Alec?" Stiles said, his body leaning towards the boy across the table, a small smirk beginning to make it’s way to his scarlet lips. "Good." The human couldn’t help but notice how formal it seemed, and withdrew his arm with a small laugh. "I feel like my father."
I don’t like it here. Leaving seems like the smart choice to do considering that. I know, I’m sweet as strawberries. Bite me.
"No one likes it here, most of the time, when you first visit. But, you’ll grow to like it, I’m sure. It’s honestly pretty damn decent, if it you give it the time of day to grow on you. —— Yeah, I’ll pass."
The boy grinned as he watched the other boy struggled to put the beanie on. “I think you’re suppose to push it more to the back,” He suggested.
"Whatever you say, beanie enthusiast." Stiles tried pushing the beanie back, but it only resulted in the front part of the beanie falling back down with it; becoming a small hat once more. "Ugh, I don’t even know how to work this thing. It’s like rocket science," he huffed exasperatedly, attempting to put it back on, but failing.
Yeah, totally, dude. You can be my jester. Humor me. Make me laugh.