Yay for more chapters! This one is a bit longer and I think they are going to keep getting longer judging from how long the next one is. I love all of your reviews and they are still greatly appreciated! Thank you guys so much for reading this! The song for this one is The Beauty in Ugly by Jason Mraz and I am currently obsessed with the song, if you haven't heard it, you should look it up! Thank you so much again!
The project looked good and compared to everyone else's, it was amazing. Stiles grinned as Harris gave it a small nod of approval. Isaac though, as his too-cool-for-school attitude called for, didn't seem to care. "Mr. Lahey…Mr. Stilinski, not only is your concept surprisingly good but your compound is somehow well made and the paper is shockingly good. A for both of you, until I figure out how you cheated." Stiles gave a small whoop of happiness while Isaac just kept his headphones in, drumming on his desk. Stiles couldn't help but huff, at least he was proud of his grade. He liked the other Isaac, not the 'cool' Isaac but the one that chewed on the end of his tongue when he was trying to work hard and drank tea. He really, really didn't like this version of Isaac. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the blaring of a bell and Isaac hurrying to get out of his seat. The beta wasted no time getting out of the door and Stiles sighed, causing Scott to pause and smirk at his best friend. "What?" Stiles frowned, catching Scott's look. "Is Isaac really all the bad?" Stiles rolled his eyes slightly, "He's not all bad when…when you know…" Stiles shrugged and Scott nodded, "When you're alone with him." Stiles just gave a nod as they stared outside. "I'll see you dude," Scott nodded before walking across the parking lot.
Then Stiles saw Isaac unlocking his bike. He felt a really awkward and in his opinion kinda queer tugging at his heart but it was there anyway. Stupid freaking curly headed puppy. Stiles slid into his jeep and pulled up beside the other's bike. "Want a ride?" He sighed once the other pulled out an earbud to look at him and Stiles just cocked an eyebrow at him. "We can stick your bike in the back," He offered as Isaac hesitated. Without a real answer he threw the jeep into park and got out, grabbing the bike and shoving it into the trunk. Isaac seemed embarrassed and red in the face but slid into the passengers as Stiles got back into the drivers seat. Stupid tugging heart thing.
"So were you…not happy with your grade or what?" Stiles finally huffed, glancing over at Isaac. The werewolf shrugged a little, "I was happy with it." He frowned more, "So why were you all…not happy?" Now Isaac looked a him, "I'm just stressed." Stiles studied his face for a moment before his mouth got the best of him, "Dude, what's wrong." Isaac looked him over and seemed to be determining if he wanted to tell him and Stiles almost regretted asking. "I-my…it's been…it's been six years since my mom died this week." Isaac stared down at his hands, a small frown on his lips. He had really fully lips, Stiles had never really noticed until now. Okay, that was gay. The skinny boy instantly shook the thought off, Isaac was talking about his mom for God's sake. Then his thoughts wandered, did Isaac look like his mom? Did she have the same bright smile? Was she timid like he used to be or was she cocky like he was now? Stiles watched Isaac for another moment before he spoke again, "Hey…um, do you wanna…come to dinner tonight? My dad keeps badgering me about bringing friends over…" Stiles looked at the steering wheel before stammering a bit, "Unless you had plans or something." Isaac shook his head a little, "No…that'd be nice." Stiles' eyebrows flew up in surprise, "Wait! Really?" He couldn't read the look that crossed the wolf's face but it wasn't a good one. "I didn't mean it like that!" Stiles quickly said as he pulled in his drive, "I was just surprised." Isaac's blue eyes stayed locked on Stiles before he unbuckled his seatbelt and graced the other with one of his room-brightening grins as he got out of the jeep.
Stiles honestly tried to cook for his father, he just wasn't the best at it. Isaac once again surprised him though when he took the carrot that Stiles was attempting to peel and had it peeled in less time that Stiles could have even fathomed. He picked up the rest of the carrots, peeling them and cutting them so Stiles could drop them into the crock pot. "Someone knows his away around the kitchen," Stiles chuckled as the wolf checked the roast, humming to himself, "Yeah, I've had to gook for myself since I was eleven." Stiles smiled a little, "Yeah…I know how that is." Isaac glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, not saying another as he checked the pot with the mashed potatos in it. Stiles was still trying to picture it, young Isaac. He had no doubt that his hair was just as wild and unruly as it was now, maybe longer. Knees and elbows. Skinny as a rail. Some bright smile. Same eyes that were really…really fas- "Dude, you okay?" Stiles blinked rapidly but nodded, "Yeah. I'm good, wolfie." Isaac's lips once again turned up before he chuckled, "Good, do you we need to set the table?"
When Sheriff Stilinski got home, he could hear someone arguing with his son. The voice was faintly familiar but he couldn't put a finger on it until he walked into the dining room to find Isaac Lahey and Stiles arguing over where the spoons went on the napkin. Stiles noticed his father first and grinned, "Dad! Hi! Isaac is staying for supper." The sheriff smiled a bit, nodding, Isaac would be the one kid he would never forget arresting.
Both Stiles and his father were surprised when Isaac had amazing table manners though Stiles was no longer really surprised at being surprised. "How was you boy's day at school?" The sheriff asked between bites. "good," Both boys responded in unison. Sheriff Stilinski nodded, "I see. Glad to see all teenagers are as vague as my son. How have you been, Isaac?" Isaac's eyes flicked to the sheriff and he just nodded a bit, "I've been good, really." Mr. Stilinski smiled, "Good." Stiles knew that his dad worried sometimes about Isaac. He knew that h e worried about the kid that he'd arrested and that he knew at one point had gotten the crap beat out o him. His dad was a good person who had many places in his head, one of those places seemed to be occupied by a boy who worked at the graveyard and that had lied about a black eye. Stiles was okay with that.
After dinner, Sheriff Stilinski insisted that Isaac stay the night. It was Friday after all, what could it possibly hurt? Stiles had created a small nest on the floor, which Isaac insisted on sleeping in, and was now sitting in his desk chair. "So, what's your favorite color, wolf man?" Isaac looked up at him from where he was leaning on Stiles' bed and shrugged, "Yellow." Stiles raised an eyebrow but then rolled his shoulders in return, "I like orange. You know, like…gaudy orange." Isaac smiled lightly, "Nice. I like yellow…like the sun." Stiles let a surprise look crossed his face, "The werewolf likes the sunshine?" Isaac scoffed, "Why exactly would I like the moon?" The other thought for a second before wrinkling his nose, "I guess you're right though I didn't expect such a happy color. Your turn." The wolf groaned, "When did I agree to this?" He stared at Stiles who just stared back expectantly. Isaac finally rolled his eyes, "Fine! What's your favorite song?" Stiles made a face as he thought but snapped his fingers as he replied, "Suit and Tie! And yourself?" Isaac worried his bottom lip between his teeth before he answered, "The Beauty in Ugly." Stiles' face lit up, "The Jason Mraz song?" The curly headed boy nodded with a grin and Stiles flailed his arms a bit, "I love that song!"
