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Song for the chapter: Elle me dit by Mika. It has nothing to do with anything, but I was listening to it when I wrote this. It means "she tells me" in French.

Elle Me Dit

On Sunday morning, Stiles showed up at Amy's doorstep, uninvited and unannounced. Now, if circumstances had been the reverse, it wouldn't have been anything to even bat an eye at. But Stiles hardly ever visited Amy; on the rare occasions that he did, he was always met with the distinct feeling that her parents disliked him and were suspicious of his intentions.

But, drastic times called for drastic measures.

Mrs. Bell answered the door, her eyebrows arched dramatically and a look of shock displayed across her sharply defined features. "Hello, Stiles – what are you doing here?"

"Hey – uh – hello, Mrs. Bell. Is um – is Amy around?" he stuttered anxiously. Dealing with parents wasn't exactly his strong suit…

"Yes, come in. Amy! Your friend Stiles is here," she called up to her daughter's room.

Across the hall on the second story, Ian poked his head out to witness the awkwardness of the scene.

"Hey, Ian," Stiles greeted with a curt wave. In response, Ian acknowledged him with a cool nod and retreated back into his bedroom.

Curiouser and curiouser, the younger of the two mused to himself. Whatever was going on, he was going to get to the bottom of it. School gossip – though he didn't subscribe to it – was difficult to avoid, and from said source he had learned that Stiles was dating the notorious Erica Reyes. So, what was going on between him and Amy? Their relationship was platonic, perhaps, as they both vehemently insisted, but something didn't add up. He smelled the perfume on Amy when she left the house in the morning, and he noticed that she had recently made a habit of constantly straightening her hair. She was trying to impress someone, that much was obvious – but who, he didn't know. Maybe it wasn't Stiles, but the pair of them were together so often that he found it exceedingly difficult to believe that there wasn't something stronger than platonic affection driving their relationship.

Soon after her mother called her, Amy appeared.

"Stiles?" she questioned, perplexed. "What are you doing here?" Stiles secretly found it telling that Amy and her mother had the exact same reaction to his presence.

"I – er – just wanted to talk to you… About that – uh – biology project that's due this week…" he lied, hyperaware that Mrs. Bell was still beside him. Amy shared his reluctance to speak normally in front of her mother, so she grabbed his wrist and dragged him upstairs. Though it was a completely innocent action, Mrs. Bell grimaced at the sight; perhaps naturally, the image of her teenaged daughter dragging a teenaged boy up to her bedroom was disconcerting to her.

"We'll just be a sec, Mom!" she insisted before her mother had the chance to stop them (or worse, give them some horrifying lecture about whatever it was she suspected they might be doing up there).

Once inside the relatively soundproof barrier of her bedroom, she repeated, "What are you doing here?"

"I only came to see if you were okay!" he burst out as if he'd been holding it in for a while. Sheesh, he didn't understand why this family was so skeptical of him…

She furrowed her brow uncomprehendingly. "Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh I dunno," he started sarcastically, "maybe because you A) randomly went upstairs with Isaac and then B) disappeared with Derek like a half hour later! I'd say that's erratic behavior if I've ever seen it."

Amy scoffed. "Derek took me home, didn't he tell you guys? Allison already knew, I talked to her this morning… Frankly, I'm surprised you even noticed I was gone…"

"Yeah, I mean, he told us, but wh – wait, wait, wait a sec, what's that supposed to mean?" He narrowed his eyes accusatorily and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm just saying," she began prissily, averting her gaze, "I'm surprised you even noticed I was gone. It's not like anyone was paying much attention to me…"

"That's why you left? Because no one was paying attention to you? Oh my god, I thought something had happened! Phew, what a relief – you were just being a drama queen – but honestly, that's extreme, even for you."

"I am not being a drama queen," she defended lamely. "Look, that's not why – it was just awkward. There was you and Erica and Allison and Scott and Lydia and Jackson… And I don't really know anyone else that well."

"Uh, apparently you and Isaac were getting pre-tty chummy," he countered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Huh? Oh my god, no, it was nothing like that! Is that what everyone thought happened?" she exclaimed, panicked. It suddenly made much more sense why Stiles might have been concerned about her.

"Lydia and Jackson mostly, but yeah, kinda. You guys were talking really – um – closely before you went upstairs… You seemed to be getting along. I noticed that he came back downstairs right away, though, so I figured nothing too interesting happened."

"Not with him, no," she replied vaguely.

"Not… with… him?" Stiles prodded, "Which is to say that something interesting happened with someone else?"

"Perhaps."

"Don't give me that 'perhaps' bullshit," he scoffed impatiently. "This isn't freakin' Downton Abbey – did you, you know…?"

Amy's mouth fell open in a mixture of mock surprise and faux affront. "No, I'm not a complete skank, Stiles!"

"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a twist," he dismissed, "So what happened, then, Saint Amelia?"

Suddenly very uncomfortable with Stiles' interest in her sex life (and the mention of her undergarments), Amy replied, "We basically just – ugh, why am I telling you this? We made-out for a little while. Nothing big… Although, I may have possibly convinced him to give me another shot…"

"'May have' or did?" he questioned.

"Did."

He raised his eyebrows. "Well, that's a plot twist," he commented, mulling over the new information. "We all kinda thought maybe you were gonna go for Isaac… So you don't like him at all? Because if you do, you know, it's still not too late. Once you really start something with Derek your chances will be over, but right now you have the option. He's a really nice kid, Amy."

"I know," she conceded. "But – I don't know – Derek just has this certain draw."

"Isaac would probably be better for you," he said bluntly, as if he'd meant to insinuate it before but she hadn't grasped what he was saying.

"That's an opinion."

"Yeah, but it's my opinion."

"Yes and I appreciate it, but I'm going to make my own decisions."

"How do you know that he won't just pussy out again?"

"Trust me, I think I convinced him that it'd be worth his while…"

"What happened to the whole prude-act?" he laughed.

"I said I wasn't a skank, not that I was a prude," she reasoned. "There is a happy medium, let me assure you. I just gave him a little taste of the merchandise – a test-drive, is all…"

"Jesus, enough with the innuendos. I think this conversation is finished."

"Well, you asked..."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd actually tell me."

Amy tutted softly and said, "Please, it's not like either of us has a filter around the other."

"I know, and I'm beginning to wish we did…"

"Trifles. It's too late for that now, buddy. It's weird though – things are going to be different from now on, now that everyone's dating someone."

Stiles made a face; he hadn't actually thought of it in that light, but he supposed she was correct. This new development would certainly change the dynamics of their social circle.

"I guess. But, speaking of which," he said finally, "I'm having lunch with Erica in like fifteen minutes – I gotta go."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, the brunette replied, "Fine, go. Good talk. Thanks for stopping by." She gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder and motioned towards the door, her eyes dancing with amusement. Though she wasn't entirely conscious of it, she was immensely glad and relieved that he had taken an interest in her wellbeing. Even with Erica on his mind constantly, he hadn't forgotten about her completely.

Again, Stiles was mildly perplexed by her stilted speech, but left nevertheless. He had more important things to do than contemplate Amy's strange behavior, things that didn't involve any contemplation whatsoever. Things that involved Erica.

"See ya," he said on his way out the door.

He passed a riveted-looking Ian on his way down the hall and gave him a short wave goodbye. He knew Amy's brother had at least some basic knowledge of the gossip of Beacon Hills – their school was fairly small. And anyone who knew anything knew that Stiles and Erica were dating – which meant that suspicions of him and Amy having a thing had finally been put to rest. But Ian still couldn't fathom anyone of the male persuasion hanging out with his sister without ulterior motives. She wasn't exactly what you would call a "guy's girl," and could be quite high-maintenance at times. But alas, he thought, perhaps his analysis of her personality needed some revisiting.

oxOxo

Stiles had always had a bit of a lead foot when it came to driving, and now was certainly no exception – the anticipation of seeing his beautiful, golden-haired girlfriend only worsened this problem. He didn't know whether it was incredibly lucky or incredibly unlucky that his father was a (former) sheriff. While it meant he was undoubtedly subject to more scrutiny than his peers, it also meant he was moderately immune to speeding tickets. It was a double-edged sword, per se.

When he arrived at her house, she was already walking towards the car. He was silently thankful that she'd saved him the trouble of going inside. He'd dealt with far too many parents for one day, in his opinion.

"Hey," she drawled upon stepping into his Jeep.

"Hey. What's up?" While they had, at this point, become fairly comfortable with one another, there was still a residual bit of awkwardness that hung in the air between them. It was all very new; they had yet to wrap their minds around their new situation, much less settle into the sort of carefree relationship that Scott and Allison had. Inadvertent physical contact – things as simple as an accidental brush of hands – still sent tingles through Stiles' bloodstream.

"Nothing much," she sighed, "Just the usual. How about you?"

"Same," he grunted.

"What'd you do this morning?"

"Nothing interesting. Chilled with Amy for a bit."

Erica raised a brown eyebrow. It didn't match her hair color, Stiles noted. "Did you ever find out what last night was all about?"

"Nothing happened between her and Isaac, if that's what you're wondering." His tone was lighthearted, but the subject of Isaac was something they had yet to broach; Erica was slightly taken aback by his directness.

"What were they doing upstairs, then?"

"He's trying to set her up with Derek, I think."

She crinkled her nose in disbelief. "Why would he do that?"

Stiles shrugged, bored of the conversation. He'd rehashed this with Amy and he wasn't in the mood to do it again. "Who knows? Maybe he thinks a girlfriend would be good for him. Should we get going?"

"Yeah, yeah," she agreed absentmindedly.

And with that, they were off.

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