"Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been...
"You'll see." Stiles replied as I continued following him.
"'Cause we really shouldn't be out here." I said. "My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school."
"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay?" He snapped. "There's no comparison, trust me."
"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?" I asked as we walked through the woods.
"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped..." Stiles started.
"I didn't get dumped!" I said. "We're taking a break."
"Alright, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break..." Stiles held up a bottle in front of his face. "You get your best friend drunk."
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"Dude, you know, she's just one... One girl." Stiles mumbled as he placed the bottle on the ground. "You know there are so many... There are so many other girls in the sea."
"Fish in the sea." I said.
"Fish?" My best friend asked me. "Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls." He exhales. "I love girls. I love them. I love... Especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, 5'3''..."
"Like Lydia?" I asked.
"Yeah, exactly." Stiles looked up at me. "Hey, how did you know I was talking about... About... What was I talking about? Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink." He grabbed the bottle.
"I don't want any more." I mumbled.
"You're not drunk?" Stiles asked, laying on the ground again.
"I'm not anything." I shook my head.
"Hey, maybe it's like... Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf." Stiles slowly said. "Am I drunk?"
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"You're wasted." I said, looking away.
"Yeah!" He celebrated. "Come on, dude. I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know." Stiles chuckles. "But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse." I furrowed my eyebrows and Stiles started chuckling again. "That didn't make any sense. Aah, I need a drink."
Stiles moved to grab the bottle but someone grabbed it and I looked up at the two guys.
"Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on." One of them said.
