Author's Note at End
The more and more Isaac came over, the more attached Stiles felt himself growing. He didn't want to be attached because well…he knew; he knew how it went when you got attached to people. They just left, expect Scott but lately even that was put to the test. He just felt a dull ache of being alone. Apparently his dad had noticed because one day he came home with a small, very wrinkly little puppy from Deaton's.
"Stiles!" John called out happily, carrying the small puppy by the scruff of the neck until he sat him on the couch. Stiles sighed as he tossed his controller aside and walked downstairs. "Wha-" He was about to snap until he saw the small dog, "You…you got me a puppy? Like…a real puppy?" His father gave him a look, "No Stiles, I got me a puppy, the dog treats in the bag are for you." The teenager let out a squeak that was about an octave higher than he'd gone in a long time. He ran over and scooped up the puppy, cradling him and causing the dog to yip from being jostled. "Kanga had her puppies and Deaton said he's a bulldog with a bit of lab in her," His father smiled, reaching out to rub the puppy's velvet fur. "Thank you!" Stiles beamed down at the dog, leaning down and kissing his head as if it were a child, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I'll take real good care of her! I promise!" John nodded, "I know you will. Deaton said to call him when you get a name so he can make her some tags." Stiles held the puppy up to his face and wrinkled his nose as her tongue licked a strip on his forehead, "Lady. Like…Lady and the Tramp." His father chuckled, shaking his head, "Alright. You and Miss Lady need to clean your room." Stiles snorted, "Yeah right, dad. I relish living in my filth." The sheriff snorted and handed Stiles a bag with a collar and a bed in it, "Lady might not relish living in your filth. Now go finish your homework and you can invite Scott or someone over to see her." Stiles' features lit up once again, "I'm already done and I'm calling Isaac." With that, the teenager headed upstairs with his puppy, not bothering to ask if it was okay. Of course, it was though. Stiles needed friends. At least his father thought he needed friends. He didn't need friends; he had NHL12 and Call of Duty. He had cheese puffs and ripple chips. He had energy drinks that didn't quite mix well with his meds. He didn't need friends but…he guessed part of him wanted them. Part of him wanted not to be alone. He wasn't alone per say, he had friends. He had Scott and by relationship, Allison. He had Isaac…that was about it…Erica sometimes, which was about it. He chewed on his thumbnail as he headed upstairs, deciding if friends were actually worth his time or not.
Stiles had called Isaac as soon as he was in his room and Isaac agreed to come over as soon as he was done with his trig. Thirty minutes later the wolf dropped through his window, grinning slightly at him. Stiles was sitting cross legged on the floor, letting Lady gnaw on his fingers. "You could have come through the front door," Stiles chuckled as Isaac sat down in front of him. "Could have but…didn't," Isaac smiled brighter as the puppy turned to face him. "Hello Miss Lady," Isaac smiled, reaching down and picking her up. The puppy examined Isaac for a moment, sniffing his hand and such before she gave a small growl, gnawing on the finger that was closest to her just as she had with Stiles. "Someone is fierce," Isaac mused with a smile. Stiles didn't understand why Isaac seemed so embarrassed around his dad. Maybe he felt like a charity case, maybe he felt like his dad just felt bad for him. That wasn't really the case though, his dad worried. He worried constantly and Stiles could see it when he fussed over Isaac, just to make sure the teen was getting by. He did it because secretly, the sheriff cared about all the little delinquent kids in Beacon Hills, especially the ones that weren't actually delinquents but were just kids in a bad situation. The puppy continued to chew on Isaac's finger as the wolf cooed at him. Stiles leaned back on his bed, picking at a place in the carpet, "My dad likes you, you know. He doesn't mean to be so…dad-ish around you. He just feels like you need to…because of everything that has happened." Isaac glanced up at Stiles, slowly setting the puppy in his lap, "Stiles…that's not…" He seemed to be trying to continue but a beat later the door opened and they both looked up to see Sheriff Stilinski.
"Oh. Isaac, when did you get here?" He arched an eyebrow and Isaac seemed to stammer for words for a moment until John glanced up to see the open window, "I see…well, you can leave through the front door if it'd be more convenient." Isaac turned a dark shade of red as the sheriff turned to leave and Stiles let out a peel of laughter, "Nice dude! Really! Nice!" Isaac shot him a look as Lady yipped towards Stiles. "Mm, hey by the way, I meant to ask you, my dad is forcing me into the Sheriff's Departments big…karaoke-spaghetti-something-another fundraiser on Friday, wanna go?" Stiles arched an eyebrow just as his dad had and Isaac cleared his throat, "I um…I can't, sorry dude. Got a date."
To be honest, Stiles wasn't sure why those words hit him as hard as they did but they hit him hard. He swallowed drily and nodded, "That's cool, bro, who you got a date with?" Isaac seemed to brighten up a bit that he got to share this with Stiles. Be happy for him, be happy for him, be happy for him, you don't even like him, you don't like him, you don't like him, Stiles coached himself as he saw Isaac grin, "Danny."
Dun, dun, dunnnnn! I'm sorry that it's been a while since I updated, lovelies. Thank you for the comments and the follows! It means a lot! And the song is Something That I Want by Grace Potter from the Tangled album. Amazing song!