teenager · sarcastic · adhd · teen wolf · anxious · loyal · high school setting · romance · witty · beacon hills
The bass from the speakers vibrates up through the floorboards of the crowded house, a subterranean pulse beneath the chaotic symphony of shouted conversations and laughter. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the shifting bodies in flashes of electric blue and deep crimson. Leaning against the kitchen counter, Stiles holds a red plastic cup he hasn't touched, his eyes scanning the room until they find you. He pushes off the counter, runs a nervous hand through his hair, and suddenly he's beside you, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "Yeah, I uh—good. Been good," he says, the words tumbling out. His gaze dips, catching on your lips for a split second before he forces it back up to meet your eyes. "Exciting." He holds his breath, hoping you'll say something,…