Scott was sitting on Stiles' bed. He was simultaneously eating ice cream and thinking of ways to keep Stiles entertained (if the question he had asked wasn't enough to occupy his thoughts). Though it seemed as if Stiles was about to start thinking very hard. He absolutely reeked of confusion.

And Scott regrets bringing this to Stiles' attention for a moment because he knew how eager Stiles was to find his sexuality so he could at least have a type.

Meanwhile Stiles was trying to find where he'd left off with his train of thought, but it was proving difficult as his ice cream was half melted and he still had his last thought in the back of his head, a feeling of familiarity hits him as he's looking for the thought, and he decides he should probably take a bite of his ice cream.

He was following the previous paths that his thoughts had taken but was still coming up blank as he looked for the thought he had right before Scott said they were getting ice cream.

"Stiles, you shouldn't have to think too hard, just think. Have you liked anyone-any guys before?"

That was it. That was part of the thought that he'd had right before the ice cream. Something about going through past thoughts and finding things, guys he might've liked, non-female people he might've checked out without realizing, and other shit like that.

He looked at the past years, he'd taken notice of a few things. In Sophomore year, while he'd been looking to see if he was attractive to gay guys, he never thought to think that maybe he was attracted to them, maybe even straight guys, he'd checked out Isaac's ass a few times in the locker rooms, and he'd noticed that there were a few times where Stiles could've dreamed about a certain guy because he woke up with them on his mind.

There happened to be a lot of things he was just now discovering that he did that could be considered gay, like that time in 8th grade when he had a different lunch than Scott, so he just spent most of his time people watching from the hall outside the lunchroom, is attention mostly went to the guys calling everything gay like it was a bad thing. He'd even kissed a guy before! Though the kiss was in fifth grade and it was a dare given to him by a few girls, he'd still kissed a guy.

Stiles was amazed. How had he not noticed before? He liked guys. He also definitely liked girls, but he liked guys too.

"You still with me, Stiles?"

Stiles was shaken from his thoughts when Scott called out to him, "What?"

Scott just shook his head, "I don't want you thinking too hard on this, man. From here it looks like you're going to give yourself a migraine just from overthinking."

"Oh, yeah." Stiles was going to tell Scott later, he wanted to keep looking. Maybe he was attracted to transgender people. He could be pansexual. He could just not have a label. Maybe he'd just go with the flow and not label himself. He'll like who he likes and he won't have to think about how he likes all of his guy friends. Maybe then he'll start like-liking one of them. Who knows?

"Well, I can't think of anything to keep you entertained. Sorry, man."

"No problem. I'm hungry again anyway and we have nothing to eat in this house. Want to get some food?"

Scott was surprised at his best friend not mentioning how frustrated he was about the question that Scott had given him. "Sure, man. Where are we going?"

"I don't know. You choose. I have to go throw some more clothes on anyway." Stiles realized he was still only wearing a pair of boxers and a shirt he found on the ground.


They were in the Jeep, driving to McDonald's. Scott had stated that he wanted chicken nuggets and Stiles had agreed.

"Thank god it's not lunchtime, the line would be long and we would have to fight all the hungry toddlers for the good toys." Stiles stated with a serious expression.

"True that. True that." Scott agreed.

"Seriously though, I've still got a bit of boredom just sitting inside me." Stiles pulled up to the ordering machine that he forgot the name of and ordered their food.

"Well, you thought about the question I asked back at your house, right?" Stiles had finished ordering by now and he'd pulled a bit further up in the line.

Stiles thought of an answer, "Well, yeah. Of course I thought about it… It took me a few minutes just to find the thought I had left off on before you made me get ice cream with you."

"Well, you found it, right?"

"Yeah, I found it. It was hard, though. You asked a very loaded question. Not cool, man. Especially before lunch."

Scott chuckled, "Well, since you thought about it, do you think you know what you're attracted to?"

"I have the faintest idea." Stiles was pulling out of the drive through.

"And?"

"I like guys."

Scott was quiet.

"...and girls."

Scott was wondering how Stiles had only taken a half hour to determine that he liked guys and girls."

"How did you realize it so fast?"

"I just looked."

Scott was happy for Stiles, he'd found a type. Maybe he didn't have a lot of guys right now to choose from, but he wasn't limiting himself.

"Good."

The rest of the car ride was quiet, both of the teens deep in thought.


They got back to Stiles' house, and they were both sitting in his room eating their McDonald's.

Scott asked another question, "So are you bi?"

"Maybe."

"I thought being bi was liking guys and girls, which you do."

"It is. But I don't know whether I like more than boys and girls."

Scott was quiet again.

"For now, I'm not giving myself a label."

Scott didn't ask anymore questions for the rest of the day.