"…So Pearl is a demon child, and everyone is having sex with everyone else, but there's shame in it, and whatnot, and yeah…symbolism on symbolism…it's a great book," Stiles stated, holding up his copy of The Scarlett Letter as he sat on his bedroom floor, trying to catch Kyle up on everything he'd missed. "Man, just imagine if everyone here wore their letters for their shame."

"What would yours be?" Kyle asked.

"S," Stiles stated. "For spaz."

Kyle laughed, and Stiles bit his lip, because yeah, okay, his laugh was almost as nice as his green eyes, and his perfect hair, and his perfectly crisp shirt…seriously, it was like he popped out of a J-Crew ad or something.

"What about you?" Stiles asked.

Kyle bit his lip, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't want to answer the question honestly, who would? But he had posed it, and he was pretty sure that Stiles hadn't answered honestly, either. Sure, maybe he was a bit of a spaz at times, but it was pretty clear that that was public knowledge, and that he wasn't terribly ashamed of it.

"C," Kyle decided. "For confused as hell. I think I'm actually going to have to read the book."

"What? No!" Stiles gasped. "We're almost at the end of the unit! I'm sure he'll give you a break. Just watch Easy A or something. You'll basically get the whole plot from there."

"What?" Kyle asked.

"Easy A?" Stiles tilted his head to the side. "You know, foxy redhead reads a little too much into the Scarlett Letter? It gets around school that she's boning all these guys, even though she's TOTALLY not, she's just saying that she did so they get cred, and then they…oh my god." Stiles looked shocked as it became evident that Kyle really had no idea what Stiles was going on about. "You haven't seen that?"]

"Sorry." Kyle shrugged.

"Okay, no. Not okay. I'm calling an impromptu movie night. We can even count it as doing homework. Do you need to be home at a certain time?"

"Nah." Kyle shook his head. "As long as I send a text to my mom letting her know here I am, she's pretty good about me being out places. Especially if it's, you know, homework."

"Cool." Stiles grinned. "So you wanna watch it?"

"Yeah." Kyle nodded. "My head is hurting from all of the studying anyways."

"Great!" Stiles grinned. "I'll order a pizza, and we can hook my computer up to the TV. What do you eat on your pizza?"

"Vegetarian," Kyle answered automatically, and Stiles looked at him as though he had just said a bad word.

"Do you not eat meat?" Stiles asked.

"No, I do, just…not the processed stuff that comes on pizza." Kyle shrugged, and a slow smile crossed Stiles' face.

"You should talk to my dad about a diet plan," he stated, calling for a pizza. He decided to go all in vegetarian, even though he liked the processed pepperoni, because hey, he wanted to impress Kyle. They were having dinner and watching a movie. That was practically a date, right?

The pizza showed up, and Stiles set up the movie, and sat down on the couch next to Kyle, wondering how he should handle this whole situation. He had seen this movie a few times before, and he wasn't ashamed of it. After all, it was hilarious, and Emma Stone was…Emma Stone.

He found himself more watching Kyle watch the movie, than watching it himself, and it was sort of a beautiful sight.

Kyle was about the cleanest eater that Stiles had ever seen, and for some reason, the way he dabbed the sauce off of the corner of his mouth with his napkin instead of wiping it off on his sleeve the way Stiles had been about to do, was something of a turn on. Stiles reached for a napkin himself, wiping his own mouth, and trying to sit up a little straighter. Kyle had killer posture.

And then there was his laugh. He had several different variations of laughter that Stiles saw throughout the night. He had a little snort he did when something was sort of funny, but not funny enough to merit Kyle Laughter Level 2, as Stiles referred to it, which was the chuckle. Sort of cute, well, definitely cute, but not as cute as the full on, Level 3, where he threw his head back, and laughed, full, and real "ha ha ha's," coming out of his mouth. It was beautiful, perfect, like the perfect teeth it revealed. God, did he have perfect everything?

It took ever ounce of self control that Stiles had in his body not to scoot a little closer to Kyle on the couch, because after all, it was still the guy's first day, and Stiles didn't want to creep him out. He was never good at playing it cool with the people that he liked, and he wanted to keep it that way.

"I should go," Kyle admitted, checking his watch – yes, his watch, not his phone, when the movie was over. It was close to 11, and yes, probably bed time, for someone responsible and mature like Kyle. It also happened to be right about as his father was coming home.

They were on their way to the door when the Sheriff came home.

"Hey, dad." Stiles smiled. "This is Kyle, he's new at school, we were doing homework together."

"Really?" the Sheriff asked, not missing a beat as he looked at the TV screen…which was still displaying the last shot of the movie where Stiles had paused it. "It looks like you were watching a movie."

"For homework reasons," Stiles insisted, smiling.

"Okay…" After all, the Sheriff had given up fighting those battles a long time ago. "Kyle, it's nice to meet you. Do you need a ride home?"

"No, sir." Kyle shook his head. "We drove separately."

"So that's your corolla in the driveway?"

"Yes, sir." Kyle nodded. "Stiles, I'll see you at school tomorrow, thanks again for the help." He nodded politely at the Sheriff, and took his leave.

"I like him," Dad stated, turning back to Stiles. "He's polite."

"Yeah." Stiles smiled. "He really is."

"No, young man, did you get your homework done?"

"Yes!" Stiles nodded.

"Okay. Well I'm beat, I'm going to bed. Try not to stay up too late?"

"I'll try." Stiles smiled and packed up the living room. He tossed out the empty pizza box, and put all of his homework in the correct folders. After all, if he didn't keep it well organized, he would lose it all, and that would be a disaster, since he actually did put a lot of time into his schoolwork…it just didn't always go the way that he wanted it to.

When he got back up to his room, he changed to his pajamas, jumped into bed, and let out a deep sigh as he called Scott.

"Sup, bro?" Scott asked, answering the phone almost immediately.

"I think I'm in trouble," Stiles whined, though he kept his voice low enough that his dad wouldn't be able to hear the conversation.

"The new kid?" Scott asked.

"Yup." Stiles nodded. "It's totally the whole you and Allison thing all over again, except…how the HELL did you do that? Advice! I need advice!"

"Okay, well…Allison and I bonded when I helped her help a dog she hit with her car, so…I'm not really sure how to help you."

"Useless," Stiles muttered. "I bend over backwards to help you with your wolf thing, and you can't even help me get a date?"

"I'll try." Scott promised. "I didn't exactly plan out things with Allison, I just got lucky, I was myself – or as much of myself as I could let her know about, and it just…worked out."

"Yeah, that's because Allison is crazy and for some reason, liked you."

"Well maybe Kyle will like you, too!" Scott said with a smile.

"Kyle is gonna like Lydia," Stiles said. "And the worst part is, I can't even blame him for it."

"Oh, honey, no." Allison grabbed the phone from Scott, interjecting.

"HAS SHE BEEN LISTENING THIS WHOLE TIME?!" Stiles asked, eyes widening.

"Sorry bro," Scott called.

"Allison, I'm sorry I called you crazy, I didn't mean it," Stiles stated. "But wait, what were you saying? About Kyle and Lydia?"

"Lydia says he's gay," Allison stated matter of factly. "Her gaydar is freakishly good. It's a wonder she hasn't figured you out yet."

"It's because I'm bi, not gay, and have had a very obvious crush on her since the third grade," Stiles stated nonchalantly. "But wait, so he's gay?"

"According to Lydia's perfect gaydar? Yes."

"Okay, alright, thank you! I so totally forgive you for eavesdropping on my conversation."

"Anytime." Allison smiled, handing the phone back to Scott.

"There you have it." Scott smiled. "I'll see you at school tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Stiles nodded, and hung up, not at all sure how to handle that new information, because, well, if it got out that Kyle, good looking, perfect Kyle, was gay, Stiles didn't have long until the other guys at school, the ones with the built bodies and the perfect hair, descended upon him, and Stiles wouldn't have a chance in hell.

A/N Sorry it reads a little awkward, I'm trying to get the connection established so that...other things can happen. Also, my spring break is nearing a close, so I won't be updating as frequently, and I apologize for that, but know that I'm not stopping writing, just going to be slower! I hope you stick with me!