5 – I told you to make friends
Isaac:
The walk back the motel was long and cold. It had started to rain, and I wasn't exactly wearing the appropriate clothing for the weather.
I kept a fairly fast pace, but I had no real reason to run back, although I didn't much enjoy the lack in sight from the rain drops, I didn't know if Stiles would even be at the motel room.
I jogged over the car park, looking around before I reached the room, just to make sure no one was watching or rather following me. Once I was sure the coast was clear, I would say I burst into the room but I had to fiddle with the key in order to get in.
The moment I got in, I tore off the scarf and threw it in the bathroom, along with my other clothes. I fumbled through the luggage that Stiles had refused to unpack to find some clean; dry clothing.
I pull on some jeans, and it just so happens that as I continue searching for a shirt that actually belongs to me, in walks Stiles.
"Dude, put a shirt on." He says, and I look at him, pausing my rummaging as I watch him take his plaid over-shirt off and throw it on the floor.
"Well I would've by now, but I'm having a hard time finding one of my shirts."
"Just use any shirt, I don't mind. Derek was less hassle that you." He says, moving over to the bag and picking out a shirt.
"I'm pretty sure that-" I begin but Stiles had already locked himself in the bathroom. I managed to find one of my own shirts and pulled it on, then sitting on the end of one of the beds.
After a few seconds Stiles walked out, wearing a shirt slightly too big for him. And I know that, because it's one of mine.
He leaned against the desk under the small TV and stared at me, arms crossed.
"You're back early. I thought you were going on that search?"
"I was, then that got called off."
"Oh, is because you were there?" Stiles smirked, and I laughed sarcastically in response.
"No, I helped out the werewolves up at Stonehaven."
"Ah, so you've made friends, wonderful. You can wander around uselessly to your hearts content then."
"I can't. They want to talk to you."
"Why me?"
"Because they know you exist, and they want to know the situation before agreeing to anything."
"It's none of their business."
"I said that. Didn't work. That's why I take you up there at some point soon to talk it out." I inform him, and I must say he doesn't look too happy. Then again I wasn't, this is a massive waste of our time and we won't really get that much out of it.
"Then I guess I've got to go up there."
"You sure, I could just continue risking it, I've survived so far."
"No, it's too dangerous. The wolf killings around this town, I don't exactly want you to...die because I didn't show up to have a chat. It's not like their Peter or anything. Besides, you'll be there."
"Yeah, but I'm not McCall, am I?"
"You're a Beta. I get the feeling from them that they may think you're more of an Omega rank."
"Well they called me a mutt."
"A mutt. That's a nasty term for a werewolf. Maybe I should inquire as to what that means?" Stiles says, almost like he was thinking out loud. "I called Scott by the way."
"Really, anything down their end?"
"Nothing...They have nothing, we have nothing, there is nothing anywhere. How long have we been here?"
"Calm down. We'll find her. Right, that's what a pack for, finding each other and staying together. We just need patience." I comfort, and Stiles stares at the ground, sighing to vent his frustration. "Maybe those wolves up at Stonehaven could help. But I will leave that decision to you." I add.
"Hmm." He grunts, and I smirk, getting up off the bed and grabbing a rain coat and an umbrella.
"Well I missed lunch, so I'm going to get food and allow you to think about it yourself." I say, receiving a nod from Stiles, and as I open the door to leave I turn to him and say, "Also, you're wearing one of my shirts." And he immediately turns his head away but I can see him blushing slightly.
"I'm aware, I'll change it when you leave."
"Ah-ah." I laugh, closing the door and putting the umbrella up to seek out food.