Stiles was bored.
Stiles was beyond bored.
There was absolutely nothing the young teen could think of to make himself not bored.
He'd already gotten out of bed and realized it was Saturday, then he'd gotten back into bed to try to get another hour or two in before he got up.
As it turns out, thinking of nothing doesn't work when you're wide awake so he'd decided to get out of bed for the day and maybe get some breakfast.
Stiles threw on a shirt and looked at the clock. It was 9am- way too fucking early to be out of bed. But as he stretched he sighed and decided he's really hungry. So he makes his way into the kitchen and out into the hallway to grab some leftovers- or maybe he'd even find actual breakfast food in the pantry.
He'd made it to the kitchen and as he opened up the first food cabinet he'd come up empty, although there were two more cabinets and he hadn't given up hope yet.
The second food cabinet was empty, as well as the third. Who even uses the old sirup in the third cabinet? It's not like there's even anything to put it on.
He made his way over to the fridge and found some leftover pizza from dinner two days ago. He decides he doesn't care about whether it's good anymore and pops a few slices into the microwave.
Soon after it beeps, Stiles is on his way back to his room with his plate full of pizza and his mind set on eating it. He sets the plate on his bed and makes way to close his door.
He's eating his pizza and decides maybe he'll watch a movie on his laptop. So, while still in the middle of a pizza slice, he pulls out a box of DVDs and starts browsing. He passes all of his Star Wars DVDs and decides he'll watch them another time. Since when did he own the Notebook? Whatever. He quickly decides there's nothing to watch and closes up the box to grab another slice of pizza.
Maybe he'll play a couple games? Black Ops? Halo? Not even the Sims caught his attention.
He put his games away with an exaggerated sigh, he's on his last slice by now and he's dreading the moment he finishes it, for then he will have nothing to cure his boredom.
He decides he should text Scott, ask him to come over or ask him what to do so he's not bored anymore. He grabs his phone from his desk and is opening his messages as he flops on his bed.
Stiles send his best friend a few quick messages.
SOS
I'm haviNg a BOredoM attAck and idk whaT To DO ! ! !
PLS HELP ME MAN
Scott replies a minute or so later, seemingly used to Stiles behavior when he was bored.
What do you want me to do?
I mean I guess we can do something
Like idk
Mini golfing?
Stiles huffs in frustration. He doesn't want to go mini golfing.
NoooOo
Something elSe
Stiles was flat on his back, just lying on the floor, because Scott hadn't texted back for a few minutes. His phone suddenly made a buzzing noise, causing the boy to flinch.
Fine, I'm coming over
We'll find something for you to do
Stiles' reply was almost immediate.
0k +h2nk$ br0
Scott told him to Stup bein dis w y
Stiles had been lying facedown on his bed for awhile (it was actually about 3 minutes), one might've eve wondered if he was breathing. He was completely motionless because he was completely bored.
He snapped into attention when there was a thump by his window and a small cry coming from a certain puppy eyed hispanic teenager lying at an odd angle on Stiles' floor. Stiles tells Scott that he'll he'll and to not be such a wimp. Scott then retaliates by making a sudden threatening movement at Stiles and flashing his eyes at him.
Stiles flinches a lo-little. He only flinched a little bit. A fact of which he is proud of.
"What exactly do you need help with again?" Scott asks, sitting on Stiles spinny office chair (he likes spinny spinny spinning).
"I'm bored."
"Ok."
Stiles was, again, lying facedown on his bed when Scott acknowledged the fact that Stiles was bored, "Ok?! What do you mean ok? You're supposed to make me no-"
Stiles was cut off, he was yanked up and off of his bed by his best friend.
"Why am I up?"
"Because I put you up."
"Why did you put me up?"
"Because I decided I have a serious question for you that I want you to be focused on and not inhaling and exhaling comforter oxygen."
"I didn't say it was okay for you to come to my house just to give me a fucking test you assh-"
"Remember back in Sophomore year when you were," Scott put up quotes, "exploring your sexuality? Questioning whether you were gay or not and shit like that?"
"Well- yeah, I guess. But what does that have to do with any-"
"Did you ever identify your sexuality, Stiles?"
"Well-"
Stiles cut himself off, he mentally told Scott to go screw himself because that question brought so much conflict to his mind. He still wasn't sure just what he was. He knew he wasn't transgender (which isn't necessarily related in this case but it was a fact) or gender fluent. He'd decided back in Sophomore year that just maybe.
Possibly.
He could be gay, maybe bisexual, and maybe he was just putting way too much thought into this and he was actually just straight. As he always thought he was, before Sophomore year.
Scott, still staring expectantly at Stiles for an answer, had the brief thought that he might not have thought about bringing this topic back up enough. Stiles looked extremely torn and Scott already subconsciously knew what Stiles' answer was going to be.
"I don't know, man. I'm still extremely confused on that front. I don't know whether I like boys or girls or lamps." Stiles sighed and watched his Alpha as Scott slowly smiled that innocent smile that could fool Jesus into thinking he was an angel. Stiles knew he was just amused.
He doesn't even know where to let his train of thought resume but as he looked at Scott he decided to think of the past couple of years and all of the guys he's seen or come in contact with, he's looking to see if he's check out anyone without knowing, or if a certain thought or person pulled at his attention. Sadly he wasn't able to pursue that thought when Scott stated that Stiles was coming with him to the kitchen to get ice cream.