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unferaled · 3 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬.

She’d hit him up. That was. . . something. Good, great, exciting — all were options of how he’d define the somewhat turn of events. But, there was this feeling in his gut. It felt like it was a lie, like they’d maybe share a drink and they’d part ways and that would be that. They’d go back to their lives, him in some city that wasn’t home and her probably talking to some asshole A-lister that would treat her like shit even though she didn’t deserve it. Why did that bother him as much as it did ?

There were other girls out there. So why the hell was he so hung up on one that he barely knew ? If he asked Scott, the guy would probably tell him something deep and emotional and Stiles would immediately have the urge to shove that down as far as he possibly could. Maybe it was just the sting of possible rejection. It wasn’t something he was used to anymore, which when he really thought about it, was kinda weird.

As a kid back in Beacon Hills, he never thought that he would be anything more than just a kid who sat in the back of the class, watching the clock, counting down the seconds until him and his best friend could hang out in his garage and make noise until the neighbors complained. Now, here he was, years into making sense of fuzzy memories that he detailed on his skin with ink. He never thought he’d have those either. That part was all Scott’s fault.

He didn’t deserve it. The fame and the adoring fans and the hefty check that came in the mail every month. At least, not any more than the next person. Stiles wasn’t special, never had been. His friends ? His bandmates ? He wasn’t like them. They were amazing in ways that he never thought he could be and when he looked at the girl in front of him, he saw she had that spark too. She deserved better than shitty dive bars and terrible bosses.

“ awesome, yeah. ” Awkward chuckle falls out, shifting his weight from heel to toe as he scrambles for something to say, “ if you call and i don’t answer just shoot a text, sometimes i assume it’s my manager calling so i let it ring to fuck with him. ”

Brows raise when he hears a voice shouting out her name and his eyes shift, falling on a guy that Malia could definitely do better than. He hoped she knew that she was totally out his league. Adam, Stiles learns, is weird wet dude’s name. Of course it was. He looked like an Adam. Adams were always creeps that had these freaky eyes that made you think they were undressing everyone they saw. One glance at him told Stiles that he fit the bill.

Biting down on his lip, he looks across the bar, making eye contact with the “sex on legs” in question. Her eyes are wide, tugging on Allison’s shirt and whispering something in her ear. Whatever she says makes Allison stiffen and the two sneak out back. It’s not surprising. At this point they pretty much had a system for getting out of uncomfortable crowds without making a scene. Usually someone took one for the team and dealt with the problem. Most often, it was Scott. This time apparently it was going to be him. Great.

A tight-lipped smile fills his features and he shrugs off Malia’s apologetic glance, he was lucky this hadn’t already happened tonight. He pushes out a small laugh, “ yeah ! it’s me, in the flesh. ” Finger points between the two of them, “ are you guys . . . ? ” God please don’t tell him they were dating, “ you two know each other ? ” As if that wasn’t totally obvious, way to keep the great first impression going, Stiles.

“ i’m glad ! it always means a lot to hear that, you know, what you put out there actually really helps some people. it reminds me why we go into the studio every day and it’s pretty awesome that me banging on drums can make an impact. ” In a way, it’s rehearsed. Something he’s said to more people than he can count, but even if Adam was seriously interrupting his conversation and creating a scene, it wasn’t untrue. He just wished not all eyes were on them.

“ if you want a photo or something, dude, i’d love to take one. then maybe the THREE of us can have a drink or two together ? malia was just telling me about her demon boss from hell, do uh do you guys work together ? ”

@unferaled

leave it to adam to drag her back into the reality that was her oh so shitty life. the secondhand embarrassment is almost enough to make her implode. the empty glasses in her hands only taunt her further that she’ll have to go through this entire interaction sober. though she could sneak off and let adam have his fanboy moment out of her eyesight, there’s a weird tinge of guilt that comes at the prospect of leaving stiles with him. if adam said something stupid about her, the first time she tried to contact stiles after this, she’d probably be met with a dial tone.

adam’s already making a great first impression ––– red in the face, dripping wet with alcohol and unloading all his childhood trauma onto who he believes in some kind of 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐝. malia’s half tuned out for her own fantasy when stiles is looking between them and wiggling his fingers and oh god, she knows what he’s asking before he can even put it into words.

“ oh god no. ” she doesn’t even bother hiding the disgust in her voice. adam pauses his rambling to look at her like a wounded cat, as if dating him would be the worst thing in the world. it was second worst in her book, right after going back to her ex.

“ we’re roommates. ” adam chips in, to which malia wrinkles her nose to.

“ uh, no. not roommates, he just doesn’t know how to go home. ”

“ oh come on, mally, ” with her wearing boots, he’s inches shorter than her, so adam reaches up to wrap an arm around her shoulders. hickory hues turn to the offending limb, her features twisting into something feral. for fuck’s sake they had talked about boundaries and between his arm and mally he was bulldozing over the line. for what? to try to show off to stiles? the dude was a rich rockstar, he didn’t care if he was pulling a borderline alcoholic with a pot dependency and a hatred for her job.

“ we’re friends. barely. ”

“ BARELY?! ”

“ kinda. ” ignoring adam, malia turns to stiles with a shrug. “ depends on the day and how desperate i am. also adam doesn’t work. he just plays video games in the dark all day. ”

“ um, ” adam scoffs, “ for your information malia, twitch streaming is a very profitable career once you get your foot in the door. ”

“ you talk to yourself while you play kiddy building block games, adam. that’s not a career. ”

“ MINECRAFT IS A GAME FOR ALL AGES, MALIA! ” he screeches it so loud it draws the attention of other people in the bar from whatever they’re doing. good, god. if she didn’t stop him now, he’d have a full meltdown and then the night would be ruined one way or another.

“ drinks! yeah! adam, be a good fanboy and get us some drinks, yeah? ” digging in her back pockets, malia fishes out a couple loose dollar bills. “ you drink jager? ” she jerks her chin toward stiles as she addresses him before shoving the bills in adam’s hands. “ if you don’t, you do now. ” a little more than gently he shoves adam away, “ alright go, and don’t spill them this time! ”

once adam is out of earshot, malia turns to stiles, a sheepish look on her face. “ i am . . . so fucking sorry about . . . that. him. all of that. ”