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Stiles Stilinski ([personal profile] fadingspark) wrote in [community profile] thepicketfencecliche2016-12-03 10:03 am

puppy love } of stalking and identity changes



Paige: I told you you should just tell her.

Stiles: [from where he is hiding in the preserve] Yeah, fine you're right.

Paige: [sighs as she follows his voice] How bad was it?

Stiles: On a scale of one to ten, it was a thousand.

Paige: [she winces] So why are you hiding a stone's throw from her house?

Stiles: The preserve is big enough to hide in and not be found.

Paige: Mmm-hmmm. [she's not buying it]

Stiles: [throw a pinecone in the distance] Why are you out here?

Paige: Because I'm your friend, and I'm worried about you.

Stiles: [throws another pinecone.] I'll be fine. I just need to get passed it.

Paige: Or you can try what you should have done in the first place and just talk to her.

Stiles: She doesn't want to talk to me.

Paige: Then. Because she was mad. But that might not be the case anymore.

Stiles: Maybe tomorrow.

Paige: [she nods] Look, just go and talk to her and maybe she's gotten over it some.

Stiles: Well right now I'm not. I'll do it tomorrow.

Paige: [there's a beat] She didn't say that she didn't like you, right?

Stiles: Sorry, I didn't stick around to continue to be berated.

Paige: Then you don't know that she doesn't feel the same way.

Stiles: What do you know?

Paige: I don't think she would have been that upset if there wasn't something there. She would have either let you down gently or laughed in your face. She wouldn't have gotten angry.

Stiles: I'm still going to punch Derek in the face.

Paige: That won't end well.

Stiles: I don't care. He deserves it.

Paige: Why? For telling her what you wanted her to see in the first place?

Stiles: For doing it in a way that made her angry and feel like an idiot.

Paige: Okay. That I get.

Stiles: [and he's going to throw another pinecone]

Paige: You should go home.

Stiles: Dad is on duty until dinnertime. I'm fine.

Paige: You should go home because stewing here isn't making anything better.

Stiles: [leans his head back against the tree trunk and sighs] I just want some quiet before I go home.

Paige: Okay.

Stiles: [a moment] Thanks, though, Paige. For checking on me.

Paige: What are friends for.

Stiles: See you tomorrow?

Paige: [she nods] See you tomorrow.

Stiles: [and he's going to sit there, and once Paige is gone he will pull the flask out of his jacket pocket and take a slug of whiskey]

Talia: [Stiles, don't be a drunk teenager in Talia's woods, it won't end well]

Stiles: [sorry. Especially since he also drove there]

Talia: [and she will be following the smell of emotional teenager and whiskey] Stiles?

Stiles: [yeah, he's got it hidden in his jacket again, but he will roll his head up to look at Talia] Oh hi, Mrs. Hale.

Talia: What are you doing out here?

Stiles: Thinking.

Talia: About what?

Stiles: About how much my life sucks.

Talia: It can't be that bad.

Stiles: For where I am in life, it's pretty sucky.

Talia: Why don't you tell me about it?

Stiles: No offense, Mrs. Hale, but you're not really the person to talk to.

Talia: Why is that? I've had a lot of bad days.

Stiles: Because you'll have an automatic bias against my issues.

Talia: Oh really?

Stiles: Yup.

Talia: What makes you say that?

Stiles: Because it involves Cora and Derek.

Talia: [sigh] What did Derek do?

Stiles: For whatever reason, he threw it in Cora's face that I like her and she didn't notice.

Talia: Probably because she was pushing his buttons as well.

Stiles: Yeah, well it's not fair I got pulled into it against my will.

Talia: No, it isn't. But is what he said true?

Stiles: Kinda.

Talia: [she nods] And do you know how Cora feels?

Stiles: Well, as of last night it was pissed off at me.

Talia: And beyond that?

Stiles: I dunno. I didn't go to school today.

Talia: So you're running away from it.

Stiles: I'm taking some space to let the air settle.

Talia: Alright, that's smart.

Stiles: I just... I don't know what to do.

Talia: You could try starting over.

Stiles: That's an option?

Talia: Do you have a better one?

Stiles: Changing my identity and enrolling in the prep school on the other side of town.

Talia: One that your father can actually afford.

Stiles: Witness protection?

Talia: A bit over the top.

Stiles: My dad's a cop. I could convince him.

Talia: Mmm-hmm.

Stiles: It was a thought.

Talia: I still think it would be much easier to talk to Cora.

Stiles: Probably.

Talia: Give it a shot. See what happens.

Stiles: I'll try.

Talia: Good.

Stiles: I should probably get going. [stands, a little wobbly]

Talia: [reaches out to steady him] Why don't you let me take you home?

Stiles: I don't want to leave the jeep in the preserve. It'll get towed.

Talia: I'll have Peter move it closer to the house.

Stiles: [sighs, and he holds out the keys] You going to tell my dad?

Talia: [takes them from him gently] Not if you don't want me to. And so long as you promise not to be drinking out here on your own again.

Stiles: I promise. [but it's Stiles so take that as far as you can throw him]

Talia: [she knows. and she will hand off the keys to Peter and put him in the car to take him home]

Stiles: [and he will just sit slumped against the window, looking out at the stars]

Talia: [and back to the sheriff's house they will go]

Stiles: [and they do manage to get home before the sheriff] Thanks, Mrs. Hale.

Talia: Anytime, Stiles.

Peter: [and he's pulling up behind them and then parking the jeep in the driveway]

Stiles: [and he will catch the keys Peter tossed back at him - barely, but he has them ok? - and then wave and head inside.]

Peter: [leaning against his sister's car] That counts as my good deed for the day, right?

Talia: [smirks] I'd like it if you stretched yourself every once in a while.

Peter: I stretch every morning before my daily run. [slips into the passenger seat]

Talia: [sighs] Not what I meant.

Peter: I know. [smirks]

Talia: [shakes her head as she drives back towards the preserve]