theboywhoscreamedwolf | Don't trust a hoe

Stiles was not one to welcome change. Sorry, but he just didn't like it. Whenever something changed, whenever someone new rolled into town, trouble came with them. Especially if they turned out to be a recluse with a camera, see: Matt, anyone? So, unfortunately for Peter, Stiles was a little biased from the get go. None of the wolves smelled anything weird - "He has a unique smell, Stiles. It's probably his soap." - but that didn't really put his mind at ease.

"You're being paranoid, and frankly, it's annoying." Lydia oh so kindly informed Stiles as they walked down the upstairs corridor. That Parker kid was in two of his classes so far, and Stiles had been Code Red all day. "Call me when he kills somebody."

"That's so HELPFUL!" Stiles called after her, grumbling and shaking his head as he headed for his last class. "Fine, we'll just wait for somebody to die! Am I living in a freaking Groundhog Day here?"

"I'll just do it myself." Because talking to himself was going to get him everywhere in life.

"Heyyy, Peter, right?" Stiles could be friendly when he wanted to be. He had social skills. Maybe. "I'm Stiles."

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"I am more worried about getting thrown in jail for your need for speed." He considered Stiles his offer. It would be the first time he'd go over and play games with someone. Immediately he felt anxious but Stiles seemed alright. besides, he knew it would make his aunt happy if he went.

Might as well make it worth his while for one year he'd be here as he'd already decided he was going to move back to New York the moment he graduated.

"Sure, I'll come."

Wondering if they were almost there as he was craving coffee and a snack he shrugged at the other question. He was regretting mentioning it.

"Don't think it's that. Anyway, are there like things to do here? It seems.. quiet?"

"Never had a single ticket." Stiles looked a little too smug about that but hey; had to have some perks, right? He had places to be.

"Yeah, there are parties like every other weekend." Stiles honked at a Toyota trying to creep into traffic, as he swung the jeep around into the parking lot. "Drinking, dancing, lacrosse games. Video games."

He did snort, though, when Peter mentioned it being quiet. Hardly, at least, not on the supernatural end. "We've had our fair share of trouble. Arson, murder, animal attacks - "

Stiles parked and got out of the car, still rattling off his list. "Escaped mental patients, a crazy kid with a gun at the police station, a fake bombing covering for a real bombing - "

That told Peter enough. Seemed his daddy instead of being harder on him for being the sheriff's son just got him out of trouble instead. Fine by him.

"Oh. Guess I just haven't heard of them." No surprise there. He didn't have any friends yet so there was no one to invite him. Apparently it didn't matter where he went being an outcast didn't change.

"Eh, that sounds like home." He supposed for a small town that was a big deal. For his own city? Not so much. Stuff like that happened daily.

"How does that work though. Fake bombing covering for a real one?"

Well, it wasn't like his father had a helluva lot of choice in the matter. It probably would have been different, he'd probably come down harder, if Stiles' mom were there. But, then, well - she wasn't.

"You will. They're not always fun if you're not a drunk." Peter didn't look like the type. "The next big one is going to be bonfire night before the big lacrosse game against the shitty northern prep school. We're like enemies or something. Free beer, I guess."

Stiles would expect nothing less. But in a town this size? The crime to human ratio was kind of ridiculous. No wonder they sent in the FBI to investigate his dad. "Home sweet home."

"They planted a fake bomb on a bus at school. Lured a response team out there, so when the real bomb went off in my dad's office, no one was expecting it. Kind of genius, in a twisted way."

Getting drunk was going to be a problem but he wisely didn't mention that. "Ah, I am not much of a drinker." He said instead with a sheepish little grin. It sounded fun enough and he probably should go to make more friends yet going alone didn't sound all too appealing to him.

"Sounds like fun. Not the fake bombing. The lacrosse thing. Bombings aren't fun. Unless it's in games, then it can be a little fun. And movies. Explosions in movies are pretty cool. But they are fake so, no one gets hurt."

And now was a good time to shut the fuck up. Looking away from Stiles he stared out of the window instead. "There's a whole lot of nothing in this town is there?" No houses, just a road and trees surrounding them.

"Me either. Well, I can be. When I want to. But the cheap booze has never really been my thing." Stiles agreed with a friendly smile. "You should come, though. Whole school is going to be there. Might as well make an appearance."

For a second, Stiles is reminded of his own tendency to stammer. When he's coming down off his meds; but Peter seemed far too relaxed to be on adderall. Believe him, Stiles could call an Adderall patient from a mile away. So, he was probably just nervous. Which was either a) suspicious, or b) totally normal and Stiles was a freak for reading into this, wasn't he?

"I wouldn't say nothing." Stiles folds his hands together, glancing out the window. "But it can be a little slow at times." When werewolves aren't running around all night long.

Peter was starting to wonder how far that coffee shop was. It seemed like they had been driving for a while. Maybe he should try and convince aunt may to buy a second hand. It didn't seem he could always easily go around using his skateboard. To school was fine but anywhere else? Yeah he needed a car.

"My aunt works at the hospital. As a nurse." Since Stiles had started sharing more about himself and the town he figured he should too.

"How far is the coffee shop?"

"Huh, Scott's mom works there too." Stiles smiled reassuringly, though he absolutely stored that information away for later analysis. Okay, maybe he was being a bit of a freak, sorry, he was paranoid. "The hours there get kind of crazy, they're constantly swamped."

"We're here," Stiles turned into the parking lot, securing a spot in the relatively empty lot. "The town is deceptively big. Lot of land, not a lot of stuff in it. Makes everything farther apart."

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