Oh, What A Night (Beacon Hills, 2011)

[whatisastiles]

Stiles and the damn fools that follow him back to Beacon Hills step into an ordinary looking teenage boy's bedroom. There's the usual furniture—bed, desk, dresser, bookshelf—and decorations—band posters, telescope, pile of smelly lacrosse gear. It doesn't look like much in the way of a werewolf investigative headquarters.

"Welcome to mi casa," says Stiles. "Dad's not home, thank God, so he won't notice we're here."

Add 'weird people traveling in through my closet' to the many things Stiles would rather not have to explain to his father.

"I need to talk to Scott," he say, punching the speed dial on his phone at the same time. He pauses for a moment listening to the phone ring, ring, and finally go to voicemail before hanging up. "And he's not picking up, so I'm going to go see if he's at home. You staying here or coming with?"

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[headed4hell]

"Sweet."

Grace grins and wraps a strong arm around Stiles's neck, pulling him back the way they came.

"So you're dad likes donuts, huh? Bet I can guess which type."

[whatisastiles]

Stiles groans, but let's himself be tugged along toward the McCalls'.

"Don't even start, Grace. You're not meeting him."

Ever, if Stiles can help it.

[mnt_raph]

He watches them walk away and briefly considers making a break for the wall himself, but ultimately follows when he remembers that on the other side of there be werewolves.

Raph is not overly fond of werewolves.
And even if he was, fixing the car is way more preferable than having to deal with that mopey stalker and the potential of another Stiles.

He stows his sai and slowly follows Grace and the kid back to the Jeep.

Teenagers are exhausting.