"Luka, wake up, get dressed, let's go!" Stiles yells, coming into my room. He climbs on my bed and sits on me. Sighing, I open my eyes and glare at him.
"Why? Don't you have school to get to?" I ask, annoyed. Stiles grins at me. He gets off of me, and I sit up, rubbing my eyes.
"We're going to the station first." Stiles says, as he starts handing me clothes. I huff in annoyance. Stiles gives me a cheeky grin. I swear, as much as I love my brother, and would never do this, sometimes I just want to smack that stupid grin off his face. Right now being one of those times. So instead of resorting to violence, I glare at him to let him know that I'm not amused.
"Yes, I'm capable of getting dressed by myself, thank you. Just give me a few minutes." I say, annoyed. He raises his arms in surrender.
"Alright, I'll be outside." He says, leaving the room. He comes back a few seconds later and sticks his head in the room. "By the way, you're driving." He says, and leaves again. I sigh and get dressed. After I get ready, I head outside to my car, where Stiles is waiting not so patiently in the the passenger seat. He gives me an apologetic smile when I get in the car, knowing that I'm not in the best of moods right now.
"Why are we going to the station? Why can't you drive yourself?" I ask as I start the engine.
"Because your car is less likely to break down. Also I need Dad to run a background check." He says as we back out of the driveway.
"So you just decided that I'm going to be your personal chauffeur until you get a new vehicle? Run a background check on who?" I ask, annoyed.
"No, just for today, and Theo Raeken." He says. I roll my eyes.
"Why don't you trust this guy again? What do you mean 'just for today'? You're still gonna be driving your jeep?" I ask.
"Because, the dude's a werewolf. He showed up out of nowhere, claiming that he just wants to be part of the pack. Just for today means I figured I'd give my jeep a rest. She's been breaking down a lot lately. Besides, this gives us an excuse to spend more time together." He says, giving me a cheeky grin. I sigh.
"Your best friend is a werewolf, you're a part of a freaking pack of mostly werewolves, you're dating a werecoyote, Kira's a kitsune, and yet the reason you don't trust Theo is because he's a werewolf? You should take her to an actual mechanic, who can do more than fix her with duct tape. I love you and all, but next time you wake me up like that, I'll kill you ." I say, and turn to glare playfully at him for a second, then I turn my attention back to the road.
"No, not just because he's a werewolf. There's something off about him. Like he has an alternative motive. I can't afford to take her to a mechanic." He says. He waves his hand dismissively. "You wouldn't do anything to hurt me. You'd miss me too much."
"Hmm. Well, if you don't trust him, I don't trust him either. I can help you with the repair money. I have some money saved up from when I worked while I was in college. Plus, Jesse's a mechanic, I'm sure he'll cut you a good deal." I say. I raise an eyebrow. "You sure about that?" I ask.
"Thanks, Luka." He says. He nods. "Positive."
"Sure." I say. I shake my head. "Maybe you're right."
"So, Jesse, huh?" Stiles says. He smirks. "Told you so. You can threaten me all you want, but you won't make good on it." I sigh.
"Don't start. He seemed like he really regretted it." I say. "You're lucky I love you too much to hurt you." I grumble.
"Yeah, and so did Elena, and yet you didn't forgive her." He says. He just shakes his head and laughs. I sigh. A bit hypocritical of me, I know. But Jesse's... different, I suppose you could say. Elena... I should have known that she was playing me from the start. Jesse was my best friend. Next to Stiles, of course. I believe him when he said that he regretted it. He isn't usually one to betray the ones he cares about. It's just going to be a while before I can trust him again.
"Because I knew she was lying. Jesse... Jesse wasn't lying." I say.
"What are you, a werewolf? Did Scott bite you without telling me?" Stiles jokes. Despite the mood I'm in, I laugh.
"No, of course not. I just know when Jesse's lying. Even after a few years of not talking to him. By the way, speaking of lying..." I say, giving him a look out of the corner of my eye. He sighs.
"I told you. I'm fine." Stiles says. I narrow my eyes.
"You keep forgetting who you're talking to. You can't lie to me, Stiles. I'm no werewolf, but I can tell when there's something wrong. I know you. You may be able to fool everyone else, but you can't fool me." I say. Stiles and I have always been open with each other. That's one of the things that I love about our relationship. Why is he trying to lie to me now? What could possibly be upsetting him?
"Alright, alright." He says, sighing again. "I just... I don't think you should have forgiven him." I blink. Is he... jealous? Because I forgave Jesse?
"Is that what this is about? You're jealous, aren't you?" I say, as we pull in the parking lot. He sighs.
"That's not the only reason. I just don't want you to forget about me. You're going to be spending all of your time with him. Plus he might hurt you again. That's why I didn't tell you he called. I knew you'd never forgive Elena, so I told you about her, but I wasn't so sure about Jesse, so I didn't say anything." He says. My eyes soften. I pull him into a hug after we park.
"Stiles, just because I have other friends, doesn't mean our relationship is going to change. You're still my best friend, no matter what. I'm not going to forget you. We'll still spend time together. There's the pack meetings, family night. We can even set aside a day for just the two of us to spend together if you want." I say. He sniffs.
"Really?" He asks. I nod. "How about Sundays?" He says. I shrug.
"Sure." I say. He grins.
"Great! Thanks, Luka." He says.
"No problem." I say, smiling. We get out and go into the station.
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"I know his family left town when Theo was around nine or ten, his older sister died in an accident when he was eight." Stiles tells Dad as we go into his office.
"Go to school, Stiles." Dad says.
"Dad, this kid is a werewolf." Stiles says.
"Your best friend is a werewolf. You're a part of a werewolf pack. You're dating a werecoyote, I still don't know what Kira's supposed to be. When the flying monkeys come soaring through the station, you will have my undivided attention. Until then, please just go to school." Dad says.
"Funny, I said almost the exact same thing earlier. Not the bit about flying monkeys, or the undivided attention, but everything else..." I say.
"What did you do?" Stiles asks suddenly. I raise my eyebrows at him. What's he going on about now? I mentally sigh.
"What do you mean?" Dad asks. I then look at Dad carefully. Wait a second.
"There is something different about you, Dad." I say, moving closer to him, as Stiles does the same.
"What is it? What's different?" Stiles asks, sniffing Dad.
"Oh, for the love of God, Stiles. Go to school. Luka, please take your brother to school." Dad says.
"We'll leave if you promise to do a full background check on the Raekens." Stiles says, and I nod.
"Oh, don't tell me you agree with him." Dad says to me. I shrug.
"I'll always side with Stiles. You know that." I inform Dad. He sighs, and turns to Stiles.
"No. You know what? Just because I'm the only law enforcement officer who knows about this, doesn't make it my responsibility to do something every time you have a minor suspicion." Dad says to Stiles.
"Except you're not the only one." Stiles says, and we look out the window at Parrish, who's sitting at his desk, doing paperwork.
"Parrish!" Dad calls out, and motions for Parrish to come in the office.
"Yes, Sherriff?" Parrish says, coming in.
"I need you to do a full background check on the Raeken family." Dad says. Stiles smiles triumphantly at me.
"Of course." Parrish says.
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"There's nothing here except a speeding ticket." I say to Stiles as we get in my car.
"Yes, I'm aware. Thank you for pointing out the obvious. The ticket was signed by his dad eight years ago." Stiles says.
"Okay, what does that mean? People speed a lot." I say.
"Yeah, people who are trying to getting away with something." He says. I scoff at that.
"Please. You'd have like, fifteen tickets if Dad didn't get you out of them." I say.
"Seventeen, and that's not the point." Stiles says, as we pull up to the school. I chuckle.
"Yeah, sure. Y'know, one of these days you're going to lose control of your jeep and get into an accident. Why do you think there's such things as speed limits?" I say. Stiles scoffs, probably because I switched the topic to scold him about his speeding.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've heard this lecture before, y'know. From you and Dad. Mostly you, though." He says.
"Because you never listen to me." I say. Stiles raises an eyebrow.
"Never? On the contrary, I listen to you more than I do anyone else. For the most part." He says. I sigh.
"Yeah, well. You don't listen to me on this." I say.
"Alright, alright. I get it, already. I'll try not to speed as much. Happy?" He says, mainly to get me to stop worrying. Futile, as I'm sure he knows. I'll always worry about him.
"No, not at all. But I guess it'll have to do." I say.
"Thanks." He says, getting out. He turns around and leans in the window. "You think you can pick me up after school?" He asks and I nod.
"Of course." I say.
"Hey, Luka! Stiles!" Isaac says, coming over with Jackson and the twins.
"'Sup, guys?" I ask.
"First day of senior year, hell yeah." Isaac says excitedly.
"Yeah, we're pretty stoked." Jackson says.
"Yeah? Well, just make sure you guys don't get into too much trouble, and don't get sidetracked too much. Don't want you guys to fail and not graduate." I say. They scoff.
"Come on, Luka. You know us. When have we gotten into too much trouble?" Isaac asks.
"Yeah, or get sidetracked too much?" Jackson says. It's my turn to scoff. Stiles laughs.
"Yeah, okay." I say sarcastically. "Just don't let the whole you-know-what thing be the reason you guys don't graduate." I say.
"Yeah, yeah. It's called 'balance'. That's what Scott is for." Jackson says. I shake my head.
"Alright, well, I should be going. I'll see you guys later." I say, leaving.
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Stiles' POV
"Why were you riding with Luka? Where's your jeep?" Ethan asks.
"Home. I didn't want to drive her too much because she's been breaking down a lot. Luka's gonna help me repair her." I say.
"That's cool of him." Jackson says, and I nod.
"That's gonna be pretty expensive." Aiden says. Ethan nods.
"Especially since there's probably a lot of things wrong with it." Ethan says.
"Luka said that Jesse is a mechanic, so we're gonna see what he can do." I say.
"I thought Luka and Jesse weren't on speaking terms?" Allison asks, coming up to us from behind Isaac and wrapping her arms around his waist.
"They apparently talked at the hospital and they're working on repairing their friendship." I say, frowning.
"Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?" Allison asks. I shake my head.
"I don't trust Jesse as far as I can throw him." I say.
"Everyone deserves a second chance." Allison says.
"Not this guy." I say, as I feel two arms being wrapped around me. "Hey." I say to Malia, giving her a kiss. "I had my dad run a background check on the Raekens." I inform the group.
"Of course you did." Allison says, rolling her eyes.
"And? What did he find?" Malia asks.
"Nothing but a lousy speeding ticket signed by his dad eight years ago." I grumble.
"So? He's clean. We can trust him. Scott trusts him." Isaac says.
"I mean, I see why you're worried." Malia says. I turn to her, raising an eyebrow. She shrugs. "Well, he's really hot. He's got great hair, perfect body. You should definitely feel threatened." She says. I look at her in disbelief. The rest of the pack laughs.
"Thank you. Because I do. Now more than ever." I say.
"You want me to torture him?" Malia says.
"No, I don't want you to torture him." I say.
"I'm pretty sure I can take him." Malia says.
"I have a plan. There's steps to doing this right." I say.
"What steps?" Isaac asks.
"We get the story. Verify the facts. Find the pieces that don't fit, and catch him in the act." I say. We watch as Theo gets out of his parents van. He turns around and waves at us.
"Why are you so suspicious of this guy?" Jackson asks.
"Because I remember Theo from fourth grade. That's not Theo." I say.
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"Hey! Hey, you! You're coming with me. Come on." I say to Scott, running over to where he is.
"I have a free period." Scott says.
"Yeah, so do I. And so does Theo. Let's go." I say. We go find Theo and we go to the locker room.
"What do you guys want from me?" Theo asks. Scott looks at me. I sigh.
"To know how you became a werewolf." I say. Theo chuckles slightly.
"A werewolf bit me." He says, and I glare at him.
"You know what I meant." I say. Theo sighs.
"I was skating in a neighbor's empty pool, trying to do a hand plant. No one was home. I'm not a very good skateboarder, but I was pretty determined. So much so that I completely lost track of time. I didn't notice it was dark until the yard lights came on. Again, I wasn't very good. When I tried again, I went down. Hard. I was sitting at the bottom of the pool when I realized that I never heard the skateboard come back down. It came at me fast. I barely had turned around when it bit me. Right here." He says, pointing to his side.
"He wanted to turn you. That was no accident." Scott says.
"Right." Theo says.
"Why aren't you apart if his pack then? Shouldn't he have gone back for you?" I ask.
"Because by the time of my first full moon, he was gone. Dead, killed by a couple of his betas. Twins. Another one of his pack told me." Theo says. Scott and I exchange a look. "Scott, listen to my pulse. I'm telling the truth." Theo pleads.
"Right. Or you know how to steady your heart rate while you lie to us." I say.
"I have no reason to lie, Stiles." He says.
"Unless you aren't who you say you are." I say.
"Alright," He says, turning to Scott. "In the fourth grade, you had an inhaler. So did I. I remember being in the nurse's office with a pretty bad asthma attack. I was waiting to be taken to the ER, you were waiting for the principal. You told me what would happen when I got to the ER. How they give you oxygen, an IV of prednisone. You made it sound like it wasn't a big deal. Like everything was gonna be okay. I've been by myself this whole time. Everyone knows lone wolves don't make it by themselves. I swear I'm the same kid from fourth grade. I was hoping you are too." The bell rings. "I should get to class. You guys aren't the only ones I need to make a good impression on." Theo says, leaving. Scott gives me a look.
"No. Don't give me that look." I say, glaring at him.
"We need to give people the benefit of the doubt, Stiles." Scott says.
"Not this time." I say. "There's something off about him, I can feel it." Scott sighs, getting up and leaving.
"Lydia's the psychic, not you." Scott says.
"She's not a psychic, she's a Banshee! There's a difference!" I call after him and sigh, hitting a locker and going to leaving the locker room as well. I sigh again as my phone rings, making me stop and sit down on a bench. It's Luka.
"Yeah, bro?" I ask, annoyed. There's silence for a moment on the other end.
"What's wrong, Stiles?" He asks. I sigh.
"Nothing." I say.
"Bull." He says.
"Just Scott not believing me about Theo. Scott thinks that we should give him the benefit of the doubt." I say.
"And you don't trust him." He says. I roll my eyes.
"Obviously. You know this already." I say.
"Did you talk to Theo?" He asks.
"Yeah, we just did." I say, and tell him what Theo said.
"So, we ask the twins about it. They would know." He says.
"Yeah. Maybe. Anyway, was there a reason you called?" I ask, calmer now.
"Nah. Just wanted to see if you were okay." He says, making me roll my eyes.
"I'm fine, Luka. Just annoyed." I say.
"Well, stop it. You're making me worry." He says. I laugh.
"You always worry about me, no matter how many times I tell you that I'm fine." I say.
"True." He says, not bothering to deny it. The warning bell rings.
"I've gotta go, Lu. I'll talk to you later." I say.
"Alright, Stiles." He says. I hang up and head to my next class.
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I run into the library, where everyone was sitting at a table, studying. I pull out a couple papers and place them in front of Scott.
"You found something?" Scott asks. The pack looks up at me as I nod.
"Another signature. This is Theo's dad's signature from eight years ago. This one is the signature from just a few days ago, on a transfer form." I say, pointing to each signature.
"How did you get a transfer form?" Kira asks.
"You broke into the Administration Office, didn't you?" Jackson says. Scott raises his eyebrows at me.
"No, I didn't. Alright, I might have broken into the Administration Office." The pack scoffs.
"Of course you did." Isaac says.
"Can we just focus on the signatures, please? Look. They're different." I say, pointing to them again.
"They're sort of different." Allison says, pulling the papers closer to her to get a better look.
"They're completely different. Look, the garlands don't match. And look, look at this. Perfect example of the Criminal Tremor." I say.
"So now Theo's Theo, but his parents aren't his parents?" Lydia asks.
"Someone isn't someone. And I'm gonna figure it out, and when I do, that someone is gonna be in big trouble." I say, collecting the papers and putting them back in my backpack.
"But nobody's done anything wrong." Scott says.
"Yet. Alright? If Theo's parents are both psychotic killers then we shouldn't trust him, right?" I say.
"My parents are Peter and the Desert Wolf." Malia says dryly. Everyone just points at her.
"Alright, fine. It's fine. I'll figure it out myself. I don't need you or you, or you, or you. I don't need anyone!" I shout as I leave. I angrily go outside where Luka's waiting for me in the parking lot.
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Luka's POV
I look at my phone for like the tenth time. "C'mon, Stiles." I say to myself.
"Hey Luka!" I jump as Liam climbs in the back seat.
"Liam! Don't do that! What are you doing?" I ask.
"What's a Criminal Tremor?" Liam asks as Stiles gets in the front seat, ignoring me. Stiles looks back at him. I just raise an eyebrow.
"It doesn't matter. Just drive, please." Stiles says.
"Where to?" I ask, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Follow that van!" He says suddenly, as someone, who I assume is Theo, gets into a van.
"Alright." I say, following it. We sit in silence for a while.
"So what are we doing?" Liam asks.
"Gonna watch him for a while." Stiles says.
"Oh." Liam says. The van pulls into a driveway and I park in the street across from it.
"So I talked to Jesse." I tell Stiles.
"Yeah?" He says, looking at the house.
"He said he'd take a look at it, to see what he's working with. He said to bring it in tomorrow." I say.
"Okay, we'll do that before school. If you don't mind." Stiles says.
"Nah, I don't mind." I say. Liam sighs.
"I'm bored." He says.
"Find something to entertain yourself with." Stiles says, turning off the radio.
Three hours later, and we're still sitting in front of the house.
"Stiles, can we just go?" I say, exasperated.
"No. Look, he's leaving!" He says , pointing to Theo. I sigh.
"Finally!" I say, and follow him. We follow him to the preserve. We watch as he takes a package of some sort out of the back of the van, then watch as he walks into the forest. I park, then we get out and follow him. I notice Stiles text someone. I raise an eyebrow at him. He just shrugs at me.
"I told you he was up to something," Stiles says.
"We just spent three hours watching this guy play video games. He better be out here covering up a mass murder." Liam says.
"Let's find out." I say.
"You still got his scent?" Stiles asks Liam.
"Don't need it." Liam says, pointing to the ground, where you can see Theo's footprints. Liam suddenly stops.
"What's wrong?" I ask him.
"I'm supposed to meet Mason at the gym." He says.
"Tell him you're busy." Stiles says, as he keeps walking. I hurry up to catch up with him.
"What if he freaks out on me? We've been planning this for awhile. What if he tries to stab me with something silver? Or what if-" Liam's rant is cut off by a loud thud. Stiles and I stop and turn around.
"What the hell are you doing?" Stiles asks.
"I-" Liam starts.
"There he is!" I say, pointing to Theo.
"Hurry up, Liam. Stop fooling around." Stiles says, and we hide behind a tree where we can watch Theo.
"Try to get his scent. Anything?" Stiles asks.
"Soap. It's nice. It smells good." Liam says, and I run my hand down my face. This kid, I swear.
"Pretty sure Stiles meant his emotional state." I say.
"Chemo signals, remember?" Stiles says.
"Oh. I knew that. Okay. He's sad." Liam says, sniffing the air.
"Sad?" Stiles and I say at the same time.
"Well, more like grief." Liam says.
"Grief?" Stiles says, looking at Theo. "Oh my God! Go. We need to go. Now." Stiles says, grabbing my and Liam's shoulder and pulling us to the car.
"Why? What's wrong?" Liam asks.
"Just go! Right now." Stiles says.
"The hell?" I say. Stiles sighs.
"That's the bridge where they found his sister. That got lost and died from exposure. He was leaving a flower for her." Stiles explains.
"That doesn't sound evil." Liam says.
"Yeah, I know." Stiles says.
"What are you guys doing?" A voice says in front of us. We stop walking. Liam growls. Stiles and I each grab one of his shoulders.
"Why do I get the feeling that this kid's tougher than he looks?" Theo asks.
"Only when we let him off his leash." Stiles says.
"Stiles, come on. We were in little league together, why don't you trust me?" Theo asks. I narrow my eyes at him. Stiles is right, there's definitely something off about this guy, I can't quite tell what, though.
"Because of these." Stiles says, handing Theo two papers. I raise an eyebrow at him. "The signatures. They're different." Something flickers in Theo's eyes that I can't quite place.
"Yeah, I guess they look a little different." Theo says.
"No, they're totally different. Signed by two different people. " Stiles says.
"So, what, my dad's not my dad? He's an impostor?" Theo says.
"I don't know. Yet." Stiles says. Theo sighs.
"Y'know, Stiles, I didn't just come back for Scott. I came back for you too." Theo says. Stiles just looks at him confused. "Not everyone would be willing to wander around in the woods at night to protect their friends. I don't have anyone like that. But Scott does. You all do. And I want to be a part of that." Stiles just stares at him. "You can not trust me if you want, but I'll find a way to change your mind. I just know I'm in the right place. I'm meant to be part of this pack." Theo says, and leaves.
"Jeez, that guy can talk." I grumble. Stiles turns to me.
"You felt it too, right? It wasn't just me?" He asks me.
"Yeah, I felt it alright. There's definitely something off about him." I say. Stiles sighs, relieved.
"The rest of the pack thinks I'm crazy. It's good to know I'm not the only one who feels off about him." Stiles says as we walk back to the car. Scott is there, waiting for us, leaning on his bike.
"You guys find anything?" He asks.
"Nope." Stiles says.
"I fell in a hole." Liam says.
"It was the bridge his sister died at, wasn't it?" Scott asks.
"Yes, yes it was. Very embarrassing. We're just going to be going now." Stiles says, getting in the car. I sigh and get in also. Scott walks around to Stiles and holds the door open, keeping him from closing it.
"Stiles." Scott says.
"What do you want me to say, Scott? Yes, we followed him out here. You want me to say that I'm a stalker? That I'm crazy, huh? Totally paranoid? You should already know this, this isn't new information." Stiles says. I put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He sighs.
"Now are you going to at least try to give him the benefit of the doubt?" Scott says.
"I've given a lot of benefits to a lot of people, alright?" Stiles says.
"Yeah, like Derek? Kira? Liam? The twins? Jackson? Isaac? Boyd? Erica?" Scott says. I give Scott a look that says 'back the hell off'. He ignores me.
"I was right about Peter. Y'know, I bet you still think that there's a part of him that can be saved." Stiles says.
"Maybe." Scott says, and Stiles scoffs. "Why can't you trust anyone?" Scott asks.
"Because you trust everyone!" Stiles yells, hitting the dashboard. I frown, and glare at Scott. Again, Scott ignores me. Stiles winces in pain and starts rubbing his hand.
"You okay?" Scott asks.
"I'm fine." Stiles says, still rubbing his hand.
"Let me see it." Scott says, holding his hand out. Stiles sighs and places his hand in Scott's. Scott does that taking the pain away thing.
"Thanks." Stiles says, looking forward.
"Sure." Scott says. "Tomorrow night is the pack meeting. Seven. Your guys' house. We're going to talk about Theo, and other things." We all nod. Scott gives Stiles a look and leaves. Stiles closes the door and we drive to the gym to drop Liam off.
"Well, that was exciting." I say dryly. Stiles sighs. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." Stiles says, looking out the window.
"Stiles-" I say.
"Please don't start, Luka." Stiles says sadly. I sigh, deciding not to push him. We drive to the gym in silence.
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After we drop Liam off at the gym, I glance at Stiles out of the corner of my eye.
"I'm fine, Luka." Stiles says, a bit annoyed. I feign innocence.
"I didn't say anything." I say.
"I can practically feel you staring at me." He says.
"First of all, I'm driving, so that would be unsafe. Second of all...Actually, there is no second point, so eh." I say, shrugging.
"If this is some futile attempt to distract me from what just happened with Scott, I refer you to the beginning of what I just said. Futile." He says. I smirk to myself. At least he's talking again. The silence was driving me insane.
"Perhaps. Or maybe my plan is already working." I say. Stiles stares at me.
"What plan?" He asks. I grin.
"Nothing that you need to worry about." I say, waving my hand dismissively at him. "So what do you want to do when we get home? Anything? We could watch a movie."
"No thanks. Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. I know exactly what you're trying to do. It's not going to work." He says.
"I don't know what you mean." I say, feigning innocence again. "I just wanted to watch a movie with my brother." Stiles sighs.
"I'm not in the mood for a movie, Luka." He says.
"I'm open to negotiate, then. How about video games?" I say.
"No." He says.
"Board games?" I say.
"No." He says. I pout.
"How about..." I start.
"Damn it! I said no! What part are you having trouble understanding?!" He snaps at me. I narrow my eyes. He did not just snap at me. I don't respond, instead I stare blankly at the road. I pull into the driveway and get out, going inside without another word. I go up to my room and sigh, collapsing on my bed. After a few minutes, Stiles comes into my room and sits awkwardly at my computer desk.
"What? I thought you wanted to be alone." I say, unintentionally harsh. I sigh when Stiles winces.
"...I'm sorry for snapping at you." He says. I sigh and sit up.
"That came out more harshly than I intended." I say apologetically. He nods.
"It's okay. You were only trying to cheer me up. I shouldn't have snapped like that." He says. I smile softly.
"It's okay." I say, patting the spot next to me. He moves to sit next to me on my bed. I pull him into a hug.
"It's just. I don't like fighting with Scott." He says. I nod.
"I know. You don't need to tell me that." I say.
"So how about video games?" He asks, and I shrug.
"Sure." I say, and we just play video games for the rest of the night.