Stiles didn't mention what he did when he was home alone to anyone but Scott. Not because he was up to anything bad but whenever people asked him what he did the night before, he just shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject.
The teenager had thought that he was home alone when his father walked into his room to find his son being his ridiculous self. He stared with his mouth hanging open slightly as his son watched Mean Girls and danced along with the jingle bell rock scene.
"What are you-? Nevermind, I'm not sure that I really want to know."
At the sound of his dad's voice, Stiles shut off the TV and sat down on his bed among open textbooks and notebooks in one swift motion.
"I just have a-."
"Don't even try to make up an excuse. Turn that thing back on."
Stiles did as his father asked, turning the screen back on and resuming the movie to where he'd left off.
"What a bright time, it's the right time." His dad sang under his breath along with the movie.
"You're so weird." Stiles muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
The sheriff sat down on Stiles's bed and they watched the rest of the movie in silence. When it was over the father kissed his son on his forehead and said, "I'm so glad to have you as a son. A little weirded out, but glad."
"Thanks Dad." Stiles smiled up at his dad before he left and turned the lights off.
Author's Note: I was gonna put this tidbit before the next scene, but I figured since it was done I'd just post it now. Generally I don't do these short of chapters so I'd love to know how you like it!
Can you guess who'll be hosting the Photography Club's Christmas party?