It was strange to get together with his friends during short breaks throughout the academic world. Scott had left Mystic Falls to pursue a degree in medicine so he could then become a veterinarian. Malia had left in hopes of finding her birth mother deemed the Desert Wolf. Isaac, Jackson and Ethan had all gone their separate ways as well. Caroline, Bonnie and Jeremy too. In a sense, Stiles felt as if most of his world had changed, not including the loss of Elena in a romantic sense. Sure, he stayed civil, remained friends and yet somehow his feelings seemed to come to the surface from time to time; void in his heart without her presence.
Thumping of the bass flooded the Salvatore home, his best friend Scott at his side as he’d finally come home for the week. Though it was mostly to see Melissa, Stiles couldn’t help but feel some sort of joy around the wolfy male. Clasping a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder, the alcohol he’d already consumed had intoxicated his mind. Blurring his vision slightly despite a large, opened mouth grin plastered across his features. “See, now you’ve pumped me full of vodka that I just have to continue drinking. That’s the point, right? We all get shit faced and call it a night? Brutal hangover in the morning?” A lighthearted laugh spilled from peach lips, edges curving tightly though he knew Lydia wouldn’t have approved of the scene he was creating around the keg.
Blinking rapidly, when Scott nudged him, Stiles nudged back, continuing to laugh until his whiskey orbs glanced across the room and noticed Elena near the front door. Stiles couldn’t recall the last time he’d really seen her or even spoke to her; gut twisting painfully at the thought. Smile faltering, the brunette knew he should’ve kept himself in check but being drunk, he tended to ignore his gut. “Hey! ‘Lena!” Waving wildly, he wondered if she heard him.
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