"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles exclaimed.
"I know! I'm such an idiot!" Scott agreed.
"You're only figuring that out now?" Blake asked.
"It was like I was watching a car accident. First it turns to a four people date and after that comes that phrase from nowhere!" Stiles explained.
"Hanging out," Scott trailed off.
"You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death. If you're hanging out, you might want to be the gay best friend. You and Danny could start hanging out," Stiles announced.
"What's wrong with hanging out with hot girls?" Blake asked him, raising her eyebrow. "You're hanging out with me aren't you?"
"Yeah, but..." Stiles struggled. "Let's just make it easy."
Blake stared at him waiting for an answer.
"You are not hot," Stiles admitted. "You're just... Scott's sister."
"Twin sister," Scott corrected.
"I'm just Scott's twin sister?" Blake repeated. "What about the time when...." Blake struggled to think of something.
Stiles waited expectantly.
"That time when..."
Stiles and Scott stared at her. Scott's eyes widened as if he remembered something.
"Can I borrow your car tomorrow night?" he asked.
Blake sighed. "Mom's taking my keys because of curfew."
Scott groaned.
"Can we get back to the more important matter at hand?" Stiles interrupted.
Scott and Blake nodded.
"How did all of this happen?" Scott asked. "I maybe even killed a guy, or maybe I didn't."
"I don't think Danny likes me very much," Stiles declared.
"Why would he?" I questioned. "You are just Stiles."
"I asked Allison on a date and know we're hanging out," Scott stated.
"Monkeys hang out," Blake answered.
"Am I attracted to gay guys?" Stiles asked himself.
"Depends how attractive the gay guy is," Blake replied.
"I made it to first line and the captain of the team wants to destroy me and now, now I'm gonna be late for work!" Scott declared as he rushed off.
"Wait, Scott! You didn't... Am I attractive to gay guys?" Stiles shouted. "You didn't answer my question."
"So, shall I spread the news that you're gay?" Blake grinned.
Stiles stared at her. "Shall?" he questioned. "Who uses the word shall?"
"Me," Blake shrugged.
"And Shakespeare," Stiles added. "Shakespeare uses words like that."
➰
Blake sat on her bed, doodling on the homework that she finished a few hours ago, when her phone started ringing.
She reached over to the bedside locker and grabbed her phone. It was Alec. He moved here a few years ago and was probably Blake's only friend beside Scott and Stiles.
"Wow," Blake gasped. "My only friends are boys."
Blake hasn't spoken to him in days though. The only reason she hasn't spoken to him was because of the whole Scott being a werewolf thing.
Blake gladly answered her phone.
"Who is this?" Blake asked innocently.
"Oh, come on, Blake McCall. Am I really that much of a stranger just because we haven't spoken in three days." He asked jokingly.
"A lot can happen in three days," Blake sighed.
"I believe we can catch up over ice-cream," Alec suggested.
"You know how much I love ice-cream," Blake answered.
"So, will I pick you up in five minutes?" He asked.
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Waves // Teen Wolf
Fanfiction"And the freedom of falling, And the feeling I thought was set in stone. It slips through my fingers, And I'm trying hard to let go. But it comes and goes in waves. And carries us away." [season 1]
