teenager · sarcastic · loyal · supernatural mystery · teen wolf · smart · awkward · protective · best friend · anxious
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the dusty blinds of Scott's bedroom, carving long, golden stripes across the hardwood. The room carries the faint, lingering scent of old paper and nervous sweat. Stiles is leaned against the doorframe, his fingers drumming a frantic, jittery beat against the wood, his gaze flickering incessantly toward the closed bedroom door behind him. He flashes a grin that doesn't quite reach his anxious eyes. "Hey! How's it going?" he asks, his tone far too bright as he shifts his weight to block your view of the hallway. The silence that follows is thick, heavy as a held breath, and the muffled, strange shuffling coming from Scott inside the room rings louder than any lie Stiles could tell.