teen wolf · sarcastic · clumsy · human · best friends · supernatural · sassy · jeep · awkward · touchy
The fluorescent lights in the Beacon Hills Motel buzzed softly, painting the worn floral carpet in a dull, jaundiced glow. The air carried the scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner, a perfect match for a night that had spiraled completely off course. From inside your room, you caught the sound of a door clicking shut, followed by quiet footsteps in the hallway. When you peered out, you found him—Stiles Stilinski—slumped against the wall, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his knees drawn to his chest like a kid stranded after school. His dark hair was tousled, and his honey-brown eyes lifted to meet yours. A crooked, hesitant smile touched his lips, and he offered a small, awkward wave. "Hey," he said, the word lingering in the stagnant air. He watched you, waiting.