Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.

A/N: I'm really sorry that lately I haven't been updating this story much. Lately I've been feeling a lack of motivation and lack of direction I guess, which is why it's been a month since I updated and probably a month to a few weeks since the one before that. What I really need is a Beta. Someone to help me with ideas and make sure that this thing isn't getting so super repetitive and someone hopefully who has a fairly good grip on grammar. With a Beta a think(I hope) I would update a whole lot more often. So if you want to lend you skills to me that would be much appreciated.

Stiles wasn't sure what the point of school was. He didn't listen to his teachers, just blocked all the noise and thoughts out by reading from the textbook or working ahead on his homework. Still, it was him and he didn't get into any trouble for it. In fact he wasn't even sure if teachers actually checked his work or just put A's on it just because it was him.

Stiles heard the bell rung and cursed as it realized it was lunch time. Lunch time used to be his favorite time of the day. The time of day he could hang out with Scott and talk about nothing and eat as much as he could. Now it was just an awkward thing where Issac, Lydia, Jackson, Alison and Scott pretended not to stare at him until it was time to go back to class. Especially lately after Scott had caught him in the bathroom, he just looked at lately like his heart was breaking.

Stiles decided that he wasn't doing that today. As soon as he made his way into the hall he turned the opposite direction from the lunch room and started to head out.

"Stiles!" 'busted' Stiles thought and turned around to see Alison standing there. There was only one to avoid everyone even if he wasn't fond of it.

"I'm going out to eat something you wanna come?" he asked nonchalantly like he hadn't been caught trying to escape. Alison looked at him for a moment then nodded. Stiles led the way to his car and since he still technically wasn't supposed to drive he gave Alison the keys to his jeep that he had secretly made a copy of. He made his way around to the passenger's side and saw Alison get in. She turned to look at him and asked.

"Where do you want to go?" she asked. He was pretty sure that if Stiles had managed to escape then he probably would have gone no where with food.

"Doesn't matter." Stiles said not feeling like trying to pretend much more at the moment then he already was. Alison nodded and pulled the car out from the parking spot that Scott had parked it in that morning. Stiles wasn't sure where she was going, but she seemed to have a destination in mind that she didn't share, but Stiles didn't ask. He had never spent much alone time with Alison. Mostly the only way he knew her was due to their mutual relationships with Scott.

Stiles found his eyes looking outside at all the Christmas decorations. There were snow men, the inflatable kind since due to their warm climate they weren't likely to have much actual snow. In fact all Stiles was wearing was a light jacket and it did its job nicely to keep out the cold. There were Santa Clauses and the Christmas lights that were on many houses but weren't on at the moment since it was in the middle of the day. Christmas. It was two weeks away, in fact they were almost at Christmas break now, it was just a few days away. It wasn't like it had ever been his favorite time of the year ever since his mom died, but he had never dreaded it before like he was this year. Christmas was supposed to be a time of love and sharing with family and friends. He had a feeling that his family and friends were going to be doing lots of holiday stuff this year in an attempt to make him happy. He was glad that Alison hadn't turned on the car radio or the jeep would probably be full of Christmas music.

His phone was ringing. If he had managed to shake everyone he probably wouldn't have answered it, but there was no point in not answering it now.

"Hello." he said and heard Scott's worried voice on the phone.

"Stiles where are you?"

"Me and Alison are going to get something to eat." He said like that was something normal when they had never gotten something to eat before without someone else.

"You...what?" Scott asked sounding confused.

"Me and Alison are going somewhere to eat. She's driving at the moment, but if you want me to have her call you when we get there I can." He said still pretending like this wasn't weird at all. There was a long paused and then Scott slowly said.

"Uh...no, that's okay, just get back before class, you don't want to be tardy." he said and Stiles said.

"Okay." even though he didn't really care about being on time. No one marked him tardy, not anymore. He hung up just as Alison pulled into a Little Caesar's parking lot.

"I'll be right back." she said and left him in the car, he felt strangely grateful for his alone time. He didn't have much alone time anymore. Even though he knew Alison would be back in the car soon and with food he still appreciated any alone time that he could get. Alison though was back in what seemed like no time and with a Little Caesar's pizza in her hand. She put the pizza between them and climbed in. Stiles opened the pizza box not wanting to make Alison make him eat and saw that Alison had picked pepperoni. Stiles picked one of the smaller slices from the box and ate a few bites. His eyes found a roof that had a blown up reindeer on it as he chewed. His eyes went onto the next house that had the fake frosted type glass on the windows and lights on the roof. The house next to that, was undecorated. But the house next to that had so many lights he knew the guys electric bill must be through the roof.

Stiles returned his gaze back down at his hand and found that the entire slice of pizza was gone. He looked around the car in case he dropped it, because the last thing you wanted even in winter was for food to be left for a long time in the car. He couldn't find it he looked at Alison who was grinning, but she was the only one who knew the answer to the question he wanted to ask.

"Did I eat the whole thing?" he asked her and she nodded. Wow he hadn't even noticed it. It hadn't exactly been tasty, but since his mind hadn't been on it he had somehow managed it maybe he was improving.

A/N: Does anyone else feel as strange as I do reading a story that happens around Christmas as I do about writing it in July?

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