Insomnia Thoughts - Stiles Stilinski
A/N: My roommate is watching teen wolf and i really wanna rewatch it now too. Just trying to see if I’m still talented.
1:37 AM Wednesday Morning
You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing. Only one person in the world would dare call you this late, but you flip the screen over to check anyway. Sure enough, Stiles’s name appeared.
“Hey,” you say as a greeting. “What’s going on?”
“Did I wake you up?” Stiles asks hurriedly. You and Stiles have been doing this same dance lately. When Stiles had trouble sleeping, he’d often call you just to have someone to talk to. You’ve known Stiles for years, so your loyalties were with him, rather than eight hours of sleep. Let’s be honest, you had trouble sleeping too with everything that’s happened.
“No,” you lie. If you were to tell him the truth, he would feel guilty, tell you he’s sorry and hang up.
“Would I ever lie to you?” You shoot back.
“Yes, in fact you have. On numerous occasions.”
You roll your eyes but he can’t see it. “Stiles, what’s up?”
“It’s not that important you know. I can just tell you at school in the morning.”
“No you won’t.” You argue. “You’ll forget.”
You hear a sigh at the other end. “Probably.” He takes a second to speak. “Do aliens have fingernails.” As you think over his question he says “I told you it could wait.”
“Shut up Stiles, I’m thinking.” You close your eyes and rub your hand down your face. “No, they don’t.” You conclude.
Stiles lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank God. But why not though?”
You were not prepared to explain yourself. “Stiles, I- their fingers are too long, thin, slender, um.”
“Good morning, Stiles.” You answer, looking at the ceiling.
“See now this time I believe you.” You knew he was smiling at the other end. He was right too. “Why can’t you sleep?”
“Why can’t you sleep?” you drawl.
“That’s not what I asked.” He quips back.
“That’s not what I asked.”
Stiles groans. “You’re acting ridiculous.”
“I can do this all night.” You tell him as a smile creeps onto your face. “Well, at least until school starts. Maybe during school too. Depends how I’m feeling.” Stiles doesn’t respond, but you can hear him breathing.”Stiles?”
“I had a bad dream.” He says, slowly. “A really bad one.”
“Oh. Do you wanna talked about what happened?”
“Okay,” you chew on your bottom lip, trying to think of a distraction. “Why did the scarecrow win an award? This is the part where you say why.”
“Because he was outstanding in his field.”
Stiles snorts. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Like you have anything better.”
“Well, you’re asking me to perform on the spot. I need a minute to think of something.”
“Mhm, what do you call a fake noodle?” Stiles doesn’t say anything again. “An impasta.” You say, refusing to wait.
“I love you,” Stiles tells you, causing your cheeks to turn red, “but that was even worse.”
“Fine, guess I’ll take my talents elsewhere.”
“No no no.” He says quickly before you could hang up, making you smile triumphantly. You both knew you were bluffing, but Stiles wasn’t gonna risk it. “Tell me more, just think it over before you say it. Make sure it’s actually good.”
“Stiles Stilinski, just the man I wanted to talk to.”
“I don’t wanna make anything.”
“Then starve.” You shoot back.
“There’s a 24 hour diner like fifteen minutes away. I’m coming to pick you up.”
“Oh no you’re not.” You sit up in a panic. “It’s three AM, my mom will kill me.”
“If you don’t come, I’ll ring the doorbell until your entire family is up. Please?” He pleads.
“Depends what you’re gonna order.” When you don’t say anything he says “yes, I’ll pay. Just hurry up.”
You scramble to get your clothes on. “Come on, I’m starving.” He whines.
“Shut up.” You hiss as you tiptoe out the front door. The headlights from his jeep blind you, but only for a moment. As you walk closer, he hangs up and forms a smile that forces you to smile too.
