As hectic as life has been lately it was kind of hard to believe I had nothing to do today. Lydia left after she was done eating and of course it didn't take me long to swallow my bagel whole. I had most of it stuffed in my mouth when she said my name.

"Yeah?" I attempted to say. She laughed at me, her hand on the door handle.

"You should call me," she says, then she leaves and I'm left all alone. I figure now is a good time to text my dad and ask him when he'll be home. I haven't seen him in a while. No answer.

"Thanks dad," I mutter to myself. It was ten in the morning, and I had not homework. The homework that I did have I already finished, and though I should probably go over it once or twice I decided against it. Why ruin a perfect boring day like this with more work? Then something occurred to me; when was I supposed to call Lydia? I know her parents aren't in the country, so maybe we could go do something. She has to be bored. Or maybe she's doing her own homework… There were too many options to consider. I might as well call and ask anyway, but I should probably wait an hour or so. I can't act too clingy or boring.

Her lover died, she's been haunted by images of wolfs bane and a dead murderer. I can only imagine how traumatizing this must be for her. But I had to stop thinking like this, every time I imagine how she must be hurting I feel like I need to be there with her. I felt like I had to protect her every moment of every day, and I know she needs her space. Still, I'll call and ask her what her plans are for the day after I get in the shower or something.

Walking through the house was scary. It was empty and silent, like a kanima or wolf could pop our and tear my throat out at any moment. I went to my room and turned the stereo on, blasting the music on full volume, not even noticing what it was I was listening to. I just needed sound. I needed to know that I was still a teenager, a human teenager who could sleep soundly on the full moon. I was still human, and I didn't need to worry about people trying to kill me…

That would suck. That would really suck. I can't imagine what I would do with myself if Lydia's parents tried to kill me if I were a werewolf and dating their daughter. Then again I'm not dating Lydia. Just because we slept together once doesn't mean anything. It was like one of those nights you break down in front of someone. I was just there when she broke down, and she needed someone warm to curl up to. I can't be special to her like she is to me.

I still couldn't shake my head free of all the things we've said to each other. Every conversation we have is serious, and ends awkwardly. I don't have a filter in front of her; I can barely keep back the words I really want to let out. It's so hard for me to not tell her how in love with her I am. Ever since third grade, we've gone to school together in Beacon Hills and she hasn't noticed me until now… But it's better than nothing. I've gotten more from her than I have ever dreamed of. We're friends, and I think we're close, so what more can I ask for? What more do I deserve really?

I turned my shower on and dropped my clothes, leaning against the wall. My mind clouded with images of her, images I haven't visited in a while, and I could feel it going up. I sighed and let my hand trail down, softly, stroking just a little bit…I moaned to myself, this was amazing…

I hadn't noticed steam fill the room to the point of asphyxiation because I'd left the shower on so long. Scott stumbled to the ground, gasping for air.

"Scott! What are you doing here?!" I screeched, yanking my boxers off the floor and pulling them on as quickly as I could.

"Why the hell were you masturbating?!" he coughs, opening the door and stumbling out into the hallway.

"Because that's what guys do when they think they're naked and alone in their own bathroom!" I growled, pulling my hoodie on, seeing as if was colder in the hallway than my bathroom. Scott looked severely grossed out.

"Dude, it's not going down," he mutters, averting his eyes away from me completely. I looked down, and yeah, my arousal was obvious.

"Maybe because I haven't been this turned on in while and not even your wolf ass showing up in my bathroom is gunna make that go away," I say to myself as I retrieve my pants from the bathroom.

"Dude!" Scott scolds me, disgusted.

"Shut up, I didn't ask you to show up out of nowhere at the wrong time. Now get out of my house so I can jerk off in peace," I snap, whipping any clothes I had on off and throwing them at him, heading back into my bathroom. Screw Scott, screw him after the way he's been ignoring me. I need time for myself right now, and later I can just be with Lydia again.

"Stiles," he says, "Stiles!"

"What!" I scream, turning around. He just looked at me eyes dazed and silent. We just look at each other for a moment, cooling down. "What…" I say again, this time slower. He was acting weird.

"I just wanted to talk, we haven't talked in a while," he mumbles, breaking the stare.

"You're lying," I say, turning away and going into my room to turn off the music. It wasn't until I started walking that I realized I was still naked. I don't give a shit though; it was nothing he hadn't seen before.

"What makes you think I'm lying?" he asks me. I pull up some pajama pants, seeing as he wasn't going to leave me alone anytime soon.

"If you're gunna keep me here then at least go turn off my water first," I say to him. He's out and back in three seconds flat. He sits in my computer chair, that guilty puppy look on his face.

"What happened?" I give in.

"It's Charlie and Max," he says quietly, looking down at his hands.

"Who?"

"They're alphas, twins," he says this like I should know.

"Maybe if you bothered to talk to me more than two seconds a week I would know who these blockheads are," I mutter, flopping onto my back on my bed, looking at the ceiling I knew all too well.

He whispers, "I'm sorry Nim."

I sit up, looking at him. He just looks up at me apologetically.

"You haven't called me that in years." My voice was gone.

"It was almost like I forgot what your name was," he chuckles quietly. "Even if it is just another nickname, it's close enough right?"

I nod. I'd never told Scott my name, just that it ended with nim, so he took it upon himself to call me that in situations like this. When he needed my attention. I guess it was time for me to be the guy I've always been to him since he turned. Time for me to give him the advice he needs so he can go back to ignoring me.

"So who's Charlie and Max? And why were you in my bathroom...?"