Scott was nervous. Sweaty palms, rapid breathing, desperate to get drunk, kinda nervous. The party had gotten a surprisingly good turnout, admittedly it was probably Lydia's influence, but the one person Scott wanted there hadn't turned up, and it looked like he wasn't going too. It's not like a can blame him, I did wait 'til the last fucking minute to invite him. FUCKING IDIOT!.
Scott groaned too himself as he leant against a pillar in Lydia's freakishly cool backyard. As he was staring blankly into the pool his vision was suddenly filled with a red sloshy colour. "Yo, Earth to Scott!"
The teen snapped out of it and saw the red stuff was a drink his best friend Stiles was literally holding right under his nose, and wow did it smell like booze. "Sorry man" he grunted "Kinda zoned there."
"No shit Sherlock" grinned Stiles "Here, I thought you could use this" he shook the drink at his friend.
"Thanks" Scott said, taking the glass and gulping down a mouthful before promptly chocking. "Holly fuck, what's in that"
"Bourbon, lots and lots of bourbon" answered Stiles, waving at some popular kid who promptly ignored him "There may be some punch in there too, I dunno, Allison helped me make it."
"Allison!?" Yelped Scott. "She's here!?"
"Yeah, about that . . . Good luck!" Stiles gave him the double thumbs up before swiftly retreating.
"Hey Scott" came the slightly disgruntled voiced of Allison.
Scott grimaced to himself before plastering a face smile on and turning to the girl in question. "Heyyyy" Wow that sounded fake "Thanks for coming, I didn't think you would after, well you know"
"You dumping me?" Smiled Allison, just as fakely as Scott.
"Well . . ."
"Or that you did it while I was telling you I was ready to give myself to you?"
"Ehhhh . . ."
"Or the fact that you're opening line for your part of the conversation was "Allison, I like cock"?"
Scott sighed, his shoulders slumping. "A mix of those I guess." He breathed out, almost sadly.
"Yeah, well, I'm over all that." Huffed the brunette girl.
"You sure about that?" Asked Scott, a little quizzical.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be fine with you liking cock. Hell I like it myself" She gestured wildly. "Hey Danny" She called to a muscular guy who turned around, a little confused at his name being yelled "Did you know Scotty here likes it up the ass!?"
Danny just gawped, Scott's nostrils flared but just as he was about to start yelling at his ex a hand with scary long and sharp nails fastened on her arm and spun her round to face an even scarier looking red-head.
"Allison, sweetie, I love you. But what the holly hell are you doing here?" hissed Lydia
"Oh I just came to wish little Scotty a happy birthday . . ."
"No" interrupted the redhead "You came to make a scene. Time to go"
And with that she manhandled a cursing Allison to the side gate of the yard and out of sight.
"Though you could use some Lydia-shaped back-up" Said Stiles, not caring that everyone had turned to stare at them. "And another drink?" He offered a fresh glass of punch.
"Oh fuck yes!" cried Scott, downing his first drink and accepting the second. "Let's get hammered!" he yelled to the world in general, receiving cheers from the crowd.
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"Get you damn hands off me!" Screeched Allison as she pulled away from Lydia, turning to attempt a glare. But staring down the spawn of Hell, it's an acquired talent so Lydia just crossed her arms and stared back blankly.
"Are we quite done?" she drawled at her friend.
Allison huffed a final time and crossed her own arms. "Yes."
"Good, now I think it's time for you to go home."
"What, but I -"
"But nothing. After that little scene you really don't wanna stick around, and I don't want you going off on one again. It's not his fault-"
"Not his fucking fault!? He dumped me!"
"He's gay Allison! He can't help that, just be glad he told you now instead of waiting until you were in too deep."
"You're taking his side, after what happened with Jackson?"
"Oh please, Jackson was totally different. I saw that one coming."
"Really? How? Cause I never considered it with Scott"
"Scott didn't have someone he was into. Jackson did. And can I just say, threeway with Danny, wow that was hot . . ." Lydia stared into nothing, a smile playing at her mouth as she recalled that night.
She was pulled out of it as Allison clapped her hands in her face. "I'm awake!" she yelped.
Allison just stared at her, the look on her face said it all and Lydia's smile faded. "If you can't accept Scott for what he is then you have no right to be angry with him. Now please, do everyone a favour and go home." And with that the brunette groaned, turned and stormed off towards her car.
Just as Lydia was heading to rejoin the party she heard the rumbling noise of an engine and turned to see a guy in leather pulling up in a freakin' Harley. The few people near the front of the house, most of them had been hoping for a cat fight, stared at the biker as he pulled off his helmet revealing a mass of dirty blonde curls that had somehow remained perfect despite the headgear.
"Oh well done fairy boy!" The redhead whispered to herself as she stalked towards the nervous looking boy.
"Hi" she said in her best popular girl voice, signalling the other females in the area to back the fuck away. "You're Isaac right?" She enquired, jabbing a finger at him.
"Uh, yeah, that's me" he smiled shyly. Holly Shit! Why are all the good ones gay!
"Scott was hoping you'd show" she linked her arm through his leather clad one "Come on, let's see if we can't find him?"
Not waiting for an answer she lead Isaac to the side gate, snapping her fingers as she walked, smirking when she heard the song change on cue.
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Scott and Stiles were on drink number three since the Allison incident and were getting more than a little tipsy. Something made Scott turn towards the gate and there he was, Isaac walking in on Lydia's arm, Britney Spears' 'Circus' had just started playing. The pair walked straight for him.
"Hello again boys, look who I found?" Beamed Lydia as Isaac waved awkwardly.
"Hey man" answered Stiles, raising his glass in a mock toast.
"Hi" mumbled the curly haired boy.
"Hey McCall, you trying to catch flies?" Asked Lydia.
"Uh, what?"
"You're mouth. Try not to leave it open so long."
"Sorry, must be the booze."
"That's cool, I do it when I'm drunk too" Isaac said, almost a whisper
Scott giggled. Not chuckled, not snorted, not laughed, he giggled. He then caught himself and attempted for a compliment. "You look really good man" he said, probably a bit too happily for it to be socially acceptable. Shit, you don't even know if he's gay yet!
"Thanks, you too" smiled the other boy.
"Well!" Interupted Lydia a bit too loudly "Isaac here looks thirsty. How about you show him to the punch bowel Scott?"
"It's empty" said Stiles before anyone had a chance to do anything.
"Well, he knows where the kitchen is then doesn't he?" Hissed Lydia, silencing the other boy "Off you go then!"
"Come one, let's find some booze then" Scott nudged Isaac in the direction of the kitchen.
Stiles hand shot out and grabbed Isaacs arm "The good stuff is in the cupboard by the fridge" he said, everyone apart from Lydia oblivious to the fairy reddish-pink glow happening where his hand had made contact with Isaac's jacket.
"Oh, cool" he answered as Scott grabbed his other arm and almost dragged him along.
Once in the kitchen Scott realised how quickly he'd get drunk if they followed Stile's suggestion, and despite his earlier proclamation he thought it best to slow down and make a good impression. So instead of going for the cupboard he opened the fridge and pulled out two beers.
"You okay with bud?"
"Uh yeah, thanks" murmured Isaac, accepting the drink and taking a swig.
"Cool party, huh?"
"Yeah, though I don't have much to compare it to I suppose."
Scott perched against the counter "What do you mean?"
"I don't, uh, I don't really get asked to many."
"That sucks man, I've been there though"
"Yeah, can I ask you something?"
"Sure" Scott continued to drink hoping it was a question he would be able to answer.
"Why did you ask me?"
"I, uh, I like you Isaac"
"How? We've never really spoken much before today, and it was always to ask each other something in class. How do you like me?"
Scott groaned "It's hard to explain, but I just do . . ."
"But -"
"I like your hair, I like you eyes, I like your lips, I like when they smile"
"You, wait, what?"
"Isaac . . . I . . . Well . . . Ehm -"
Scott was cut off in the middle of his almost-sentence when the taller boy leaned in and kissed him. Just a soft one, no tongue, just lips.
Before he had even began processing it Isaac shot back like he's been electrocuted. "Shit! I'm so sorry, you were probably just saying those things as a joke. I'm gonna go, okay . . ."
As he turned to leave Scott's hands shot out and grabbed both his shoulders pulling him back for another kiss, this one far more passionate.
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Lydia and Stiles stood in the kitchen doorway, smiling at the two boys smooching against the counter. The female however turned and gave Stiles a playful glare.
"You dosed them both didn't you?"
"What, if I hadn't we'd have taken weeks to get this far."
"Fair enough, is the punch bowl really empty?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it is."
"Well all righty then" She turned back the two boys still going at it and walked forward clapping her hands "Right boys! Take a breather, mama needs her vodka!"
