Crime&Punishment;; Stiles

[Danny Mahealani]

He honestly could not believe that he was sitting in detention right now. Him, Danny Mahealani. In fact, he couldn't even think of a time where he had been remotely close to being sent to detention. Okay, a federal detention center maybe but this was an entirely different story. Showing up two minutes late shouldn't count as a crime, not as a first offense. But Danny hadn't argued, he merely accepted defeat and metaphorically just flopped over. There was no point in arguing, it'd just get him into even more trouble. After all, he should be lucky that it was only the fall and therefore didn't cut into lacrosse practice.

Still, it felt like a waste of his time. Normally, it was people like Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski sitting in this position, not him. Brown eyes looked to the clock, only a few minutes had passed since he had last look even though it seemed like centuries. The fact that it was also a Friday bothered him, detentions on Fridays should be illegal. Didn't teachers have lives? Danny knew Harris did as hard it was to believe but plenty of people had seen him out and about before in the public eye, however weird that had been. Actually, the idea of seeing any of his teachers outside of school seemed weird, even though they were all perfectly fine human beings.

His gaze moved from the proctor now, gazing to take a look at some of his fellow prisoners but at the moment, they were nothing but faces to him. Figures that would be the case. Of all the times to get sent to detention, there wasn't even a person that he would care to talk to. Danny supposed that he should hope that this didn't turn into one of these detentions where they forced you to do some sort of work, like restocking closets or cleaning out erasers. If that were the case, then he really would have to talk to someone. He gathered quickly though it was too early for their fate to be decided quite yet, kids were still filing out of the school and there was no doubt in his mind that there were still a few stragglers.

Brown eyes merely looked to the clock once more though and then to the door, for a moment almost willing somebody, anybody that he knew, to come walking through that door. Danny supposed that would be too much to ask for though. Reaching down besides him, the teenager grabbed hold of his binder before pulling it out and placing it on the table. He found himself half tempted to grab his computer as well, but Danny quickly decided against it, figuring that it would probably be frowned upon since this is his so called 'punishment'. Flipping his binder open now, his eyes scanned over his homework, mots of which had been completed other than chem.

The topic made a sigh escape his lips, soft and muted as he pushed the binder a little farther away from him. He honestly had no problem with understanding chem, Danny could grasp it when he needed to but lab work tended to be a different story. It was tedious and long, considering that he was already wasting his Friday away here, his motivation to complete any form of lab work hit an all time low. So with that, Danny did the only the only thing that he could think of right now, he folded his arms on the table and quickly buried his head into them. The teenager was just going to go ahead and ignore the world to the best of his abilities.

TAGS stiles stilinski CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS set fire to the rain - adele NOTES yay for detention and awkward acquaintances, there is no escaping each other. And sorry about the lame title. Titles are not my forte in life XD WORD COUNT 617

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles huffed and sighed his way through last period, grumbling under his breath at how he’d gotten detention yet again, and okay, so he’d said no to his one teacher about doing a certain project or paper of sorts that he clearly didn’t need to do, as he’d done all the research for the project on his own. He didn’t need to prove himself to a teacher of all people. He knew that not everyone had the same view on that sort of thing as he did, but whatever. They weren’t him, and he clearly was entitled to his own opinion in the end. He knew his dad wouldn’t agree either.

When the bell rang, he was slow in grabbing his things, stuffing them all into his backpack, planning to at least do all of his homework there, and, ugh, the stupid paper he’d refused to do earlier too. Whatever. He would just do it and get it out of the way. Wasn’t his fault that the teacher hadn’t liked his line of questioning. Seriously. He was only trying to figure out the parameters he was confined to, and look where that got him. Detention. Again. Stiles really wasn’t a bad kid, he wasn’t. He didn’t try to make trouble, it just happened. Really, trouble was his crazy stalker, even worse than Derek when the dark and broody sourwolf was on a mission for something.

He dragged his feet on his way to the detention room, well aware he was on the other side of the school from there, and that by the time he got there, he’d be the only one in the halls, aside from a teacher here and there. The lanky teen saw the room drawing closer in front of him, and he wondered at who else he’d be stuck with, and hoped that maybe they wouldn’t be too bad of a crowd, though he certainly wasn’t surprised to see one person there that he hadn’t expected to. He stood in the doorway, stopped with surprise, at the sight of Danny already settled in. Stiles shook his head quickly before he stepped into the room when the proctor cleared their throat, and he plopped down in a seat beside Danny, sending a grin his way.

He watched as Danny simply seemed to tire of his Chem and instead lowered his head onto his arms, and he raised a brow before pulling out his own large pile of homework. He started working, getting about a third of it done before he got bored and turned his attention back to Danny. ”Hey. Danny, what’re you in here for?” he asked after a moment in a whisper type tone, though he must not have been very subtle, because the proctor shot him a lazy glare. But subtly was by far not his strong suit, so sue him. Stiles hoped that he wouldn’t treat him with his typical annoyed/sarcastic attitude, but then, Stiles was pretty sarcastic himself, so it kinda fit. It was no secret that Danny really didn’t hang out with people like him, rather, he hung out with Jackson above all, but still, didn’t mean he couldn’t be versatile sometimes. Or maybe it did. He didn’t know.

Wasn’t like he had a friend like that anyways. He had Scott, and Allison he figured, and Isaac, and maybe Derek, although they didn’t really have a friendship, more like a frenemy sorta thing. He helped out when it was needed, but otherwise Derek didn’t tolerate him in the least.

NOTES :: Haha, I liked the title, and this should be funny. Cue ever awkward Stiles.
MUSIC :: Oceans - Evanescence
WORDS :: 589
TAGS :: Danny;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

[Danny Mahealani]

Had it really only been five minutes? The halls outside seemed empty though and abnormally silent. Oh right, because students shouldn't even be locked away in detention on a Friday. The annoyance still sat on Danny's mind at this predicament. His gaze took to his chemistry again, sitting right there on the table but the same sort of disdain could not help but to settle in his eyes as he just stared. At this rate though, Danny was probably going to be hundred by the time detention let out. Too bad Jackson wasn't here, or someone worth his time to make everything go by just a little faster. But he suppose that would make him selfish to want something like that, and the teenager quickly recanted the thought.

Movement in the doorway caught Danny's attention now, his gaze flickering back to see none other than Stiles. The sight only made him sigh a little and quickly glance away, hopefully, he hadn't seen him. Although, the chances of that were slim to none. Not that Stiles was a bad person necessarily, but he tended to annoy Danny in one form or another. That had been when he decided to just bury his face into his arms on the desk, hopefully sending off some sort of message to not disturb him in any form. Sadly though, it didn't seem to work as the teenager heard the sound of a chair pulled out from the desk and the presence of another person sitting down right next to him.

Danny didn't even have to look to know who it was. He should have seen this coming, running into his teammate in detention of all places. Yet, he found himself met with sweet, blissful silence. Naturally though, it didn't last for long as a question was promptly thrown in his direction. Well, there went blending into the desk. Lifting his head now, Danny turned his head, his brown gaze falling quickly on Stiles, "Does it matter?" he countered now, keeping his voice low although it would probably be all in vain thanks to his table companion since Stiles was anything but subtle and the proctor would probably throw Danny into the 'guilty by association' aspect if they got any louder.

Funny how he had been hoping for someone to keep him company, but honestly, when he had been thinking about it, Stiles had been the last person on his mind. Although, truth be told, over the past year, Danny felt like he had somehow indirectly befriend both Stiles and Scott McCall, and he wasn't even sure how. Whatever, he supposed it didn't really matter now that Jackson was back to normal. Either way, he supposed he could play nice for now, "What are you doing here? Wait, don't tell me. You pissed off Harris, this time without Scott." Honestly, he didn't think that it was far from a long shot of a guess.

TAGS stiles stilinski CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS set fire to the rain - adele NOTES yay for liking the title! and oh yes, I cannot wait to have the ball truly rolling. I'm probs going to be a loser and rewatch all of their scenes together WORD COUNT 493

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles was definitely not eager to get going and head to detention. His feet dragged, his expression mulish, his jaw clenched and teeth gritted. So not eager. Dude, his Xbox was calling his name at home! And his PS3! And it wasn’t even fair in the least because not only did he not deserve it, but he also didn’t have Scott to make it manageable. How he got in trouble and Scott didn’t was a surprise. Okay, not a surprise. Most times Scott was only guilty by association, or because he had a question about Stiles’ research that absolutely couldn’t wait until later on in the day, after Harris’ class. But whatever. So totally undeserved. He heaved a sigh as he reached the classroom, and from the looks he was already getting from the proctor, one would think that he’d just announced that he’d walked through dog crap on his way to school, and had just wiped the rest of it off right there in the doorway.

So not fair. So, so not fair. But when he caught sight of Danny, next to an open desk, he brightened slightly. Though Danny always seemed happy to treat Stiles like an annoying bug, but hey, he still replied and whatnot, something he couldn’t say the same for most of the student body, and if he threw in a lot of eye rolls and sighs and whatever other sarcastic hints he had, then so be it. As he plopped down in his seat, the one next to Danny, coincidentally, and pulled out his own homework, the teen dropped his head onto his arms, but Stiles wasn’t deterred. He did however manage to focus on homework for a while, at least until he grew even more bored than he already was, so he lifted his bleary gaze from his homework text to look over at him.

He spoke up then, and knew that the proctor was undoubtedly throwing him a mean looking glare, but whatever. The lanky teen saw Danny lift his head, turning to look at him. "Does it matter?" He countered, keeping his voice low, though Stiles knew that wasn’t going to help. Guilty by association was the teachers’ constant favorite around Beacon Hills High. ”Well, no, but I’m bored, you look ticked off, which I mean, happens with me around, s’all good, but then that homework can’t be fun, and so I’m trying to make conversation.” He said, leg jiggling restlessly against the ground, though thankfully his desk was high enough not to be part of the torture.

"What are you doing here? Wait, don't tell me. You pissed off Harris, this time without Scott." Danny asked, and Stiles shrugged, bobbing his head in affirmative. ”Yeah, guess you aren’t supposed to ask in depth questions that go further than: What day is it due, and, How many points is it, otherwise you piss him off. Who woulda thought? But then, like I said, happens around me. People get pissy.” he said with a shrug, looking to his unfinished work before shaking his head.

NOTES :: Rofl, they're so funny, and I want to steal Danny and all his sexy ass muscles XD
MUSIC :: Radio.
WORDS :: 514
TAGS :: Danny;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

[Danny Mahealani]

He wasn't entirely sure why Stiles's face seem to lighten up a little bit at the prospect of sharing a desk with him. In fact, the look on his face honestly made the teenager want to roll his eyes. For some reason, the other male always seemed to be under the impression that he and Danny were friends, or seemed to think so, but that was quite far from the case. After all, he wasn't quite sure that he could ever forgive him completely for that shirtless cousin of his with the perpetual nose bleeds. That was seduction as far as he was concerned with the end came involving hacking into somebody's personal text.

Trying to ignore the other proved to be hard though, usually because he just started talking or fidgeting around in some way. It was distracting, but the other half of the equation was Danny's own fault. He just couldn't seem to concentrate on his own work. It was hard to do so when there were better things that he could be doing with his Friday night: like going out or hanging out with Jackson. But no, Danny was here in detention with Stiles as a table partner. Not only that but the proctor was shooting the both of them dirty looks now for talking. It almost made him want to lash out a little bit, just to see how far he could get away with something but the key word was almost. A near criminal record can do that to a person.

Stiles's words were, well, typical of him really and he still didn't seem to be able to keep his voice at a whisper. And it also seemed, that no matter what he did, the other male was going to keep on talking to him regardless. The thought made Danny want to groan as his brown eyes flickered to the clock only to see that five minutes had passed. Something told him that this was going to end up being the longest detention known to man, "If you have to know, I got detention because I was late to class by two minutes which is stupid. It's my first offense...ever." Okay, so maybe he had been distracted by something...or more importantly, someone but it's not like the teacher knew.

Getting lost in his thoughts proved to be impossible with somebody's jiggling leg right next to him. Even out of the corner of his eye, it was just the slightest bit of movement that could be distracting. Plus, it was one of those things that even though you tried to ignore, you still knew it was going on right besides you, "Stiles, are you incapable of sitting still?" Danny asked, the annoyance still hanging in the air as brown eyes glowered slightly at the other male now. Actually, did he even want an answer to that? Knowing Stiles though, it probably come off with some sarcastic remark, per usual.

It probably didn't even matter though because Danny could see where this was going. Slowly, they seemed to be getting sucked into a conversation. One that the proctor didn't seem to care about ending just yet, "I wonder why," Danny muttered to himself now, rolling his eyes. Although, there was one thing that they could share in common right in that moment, "Harris sent me here too...if that makes you feel any better." Wow, detention was making him loose his mind because that almost sounded like a friendship kind of thing to say. Jackson would be laughing his ass off at him right now. Hopefully Stiles wouldn't pick up on it but even he was quick enough in that department.

TAGS stiles stilinski CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS set fire to the rain - adele NOTES well gurl, you need to get in line behind me XD although I must admit, that's the first time I've ever heard somebody refer to sexy ass muscles...I may have to steal that from you. WORD COUNT 619

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles wasn’t anticipating his dad’s reaction to another detention. He hadn’t had so many that he was in danger of being suspended or expelled or whatever, but if he kept it up he would be, which wasn’t good, because he actually planned on going to college and getting a great, high paying career, as well as providing a massive, awesome house for his girlfriend and whatnot. Not that he would bet on even having a love life of any kind by that time. He honestly sucked at anything girl related, which was the honest to goodness truth. It wasn’t like he was a bad guy by any means. He really wasn’t. He just never sat still, had way too much energy, talked about things that no girl wanted to ever listen to no matter how high or buzzed they were, and never shut up.

Great girl snagging qualities, he knew. Stiles shook his head slightly and focused on his homework for a few more minutes, not exactly raring to do his work, but hey, it kept him quiet, relatively, and he really did need to get it all done before the next couple of days. He was somewhat torn between being glad and just average about having Danny there with him. He counted the guy as his friend, but he wasn’t so socially oblivious not to see that the guy couldn’t stand him really. Which did bother him, but he wasn’t going to go pretend to be someone else, like Jackson did on a daily basis, just to gain popularity and importance. Nope, he’d stick to the safety and comfort of his bedroom, his computer and his gaming system, since they were his best friends when it came down to it.

When he spoke up and tried to start some form of conversation with Danny, he was friendly, he wasn’t mean or rude about his approach, but he knew it wouldn’t matter. Couldn’t hurt to try, because honestly, he was so bored right then that he was about thirty seconds away from going to town on his pencil, which was so bad for his teeth. "If you have to know, I got detention because I was late to class by two minutes which is stupid. It's my first offense...ever." He said, and Stiles nodding knowingly. So Harris had been the culprit on that one too. ”Yeah, those are the worst to get. All for nothing and all that. I mean, you showed up to class, which is what they expect of students, and it isn’t like anyone ever does anything in the first two minutes of class.”

His words, while at their normal level of sarcasm, were truthful. How could anyone get so upset over two minutes? Harris could. Stiles knew that one for sure. Although to be fair, his infraction with time had been more like seven minutes or so, and they had gotten things done in that time, so he could somewhat understand, even though he didn’t like it. "Stiles, are you incapable of sitting still?" Danny asked in annoyance, glowering over at him, even as Stiles looked down to realize that he’d been jiggling his leg. ”Uh, well, do you want the obvious answer, or the obvious answer? Dude, if I could sit still when I want to, I would be the statue of liberty, or some frickin’ gargoyle, because seriously? I want to just not do anything. It’d be great.” He said, his tone sarcastic with an unusual hint of aggravation behind it.

He never asked for Danny to dislike him. He knew that he wasn’t popular by a long shot. That was Scott, Danny, Jackson and the rest of the lacrosse team now. Stiles was just the benchwarmer, and occasional water boy. Okay, more than occasional. Sometimes he wondered how he wasn’t worse off because of his loneliness. It was bad enough that he and Scott had been social outcasts in the first place, but now Scott had Derek’s pack to hang out with, not to mention his risen fame within the team. "Harris sent me here too...if that makes you feel any better." Danny said eventually after muttering something, and Stiles shrugged a shoulder. ”Already knew it was Harris. Most of the kids in here are from Harris.” He muttered, casting his gaze down at his textbooks for a moment.

”Is there any reason why you dislike me so much, man? I mean I know I’m not allowed to breath in your royal presence for fear of my social outcast status getting rubbed off on you, but seriously?” The lanky teen said after a moment, before huffing a breath and shaking his head, rubbing a jittery hand through his hair. ”Nevermind. Forget I said anything, man.” He said gruffly before making a serious effort of appearing to do more work.

NOTES :: Pfft, I plan on butting to the front of the line Really? I mean, you have seen those washboard abs and pecs from the locker room scene, right? If not, hopefully I didn't spoil anything. xD And you better steal it, it must be spread and learned of. Lol
MUSIC :: Tourniquet - Evanescence
WORDS :: 811
TAGS :: Danny;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

[Danny Mahealani]

Danny honestly wasn't too sure as to why the other male considered a conversation with him, although, judging by the room, it honestly looked like there wasn't really much of any other option as far as Stiles would be concerned. Funny how they never thought just how big the population of Beacon Hills High School is until you realize that you only talk to a select few people, and even then, it could be a hit or miss unless they were your best friend. Danny tended to take Stiles with a grain of salt, a little bit at a time with his usual flare of annoyance. Some people might think of it as a jerk thing to do, but he could argue that he took Stiles with more tolerance than a lot of people in this school. If anything, credit should at least be given for not being a total asshole.

"Tell me about it, all what I missed is roll call," which is stupid anyways. Teachers seemed to take it to heart. One of their fellow teammates didn't bother answering one time and even though everybody bore witnessed to him being in class, he still got a call home claiming that he had been cutting class. Teachers took their power way too seriously some times, "I honestly can't even remember why I was running late." Everything about walking to class was strictly autopilot, the only logical think was that he had been preoccupied in his thoughts. Ethan Reynard probably, or maybe this new leaf of Jackson's, although lately, Danny had also been pondering using telluric currents as his chem paper topic.

Half of Stiles's usual sarcasm was just going over his head, mostly because the teenager seemed to find himself lost in his own thoughts. But that movement question, well, that brought Danny back down to earth. His brown gaze just snapped to the other male, watching as Stiles glanced down to see that he had indeed been jiggling his leg. It didn't take long before he found himself with a plate load of sarcasm thrown right into his face, but there was something else in there now and he noticed it. Three years of interactions with a person did that to you, "You just want to just not do anything?" he repeated now, uncertain if that even made any sort of sense in his brain and he was one of the smarter people at Beacon Hills High as well.

Still, something in the air seemed to shift between them. There was something there that had never been there before. Danny didn't know what it was, he was pretty certain Stiles didn't now what it was, but he also looked like he was fuming over something as well. Out of the corner of his brown eyes, the teenager also caught sight of the proctor still peering at them with narrow eyes before returning to their own reading. His attempt at redemption seemed to fall quiet short when Stiles decided to point out that they were all here because of Harris. The comment merely caused Danny to glance around then, curiously, there were a lot of people here, "The man does not have a life then."

Bad mouthing a teacher in detention though might not be the brightest thing though nor did it truly distract him from the fact that there was something going on in the classroom right this minute. And then it came, the question. Danny was caught a little off guard by it, he didn't even think Stiles cared about how he saw him. Brown eyes did nothing but stare at him now, watching as the other male ran a hand through his short hair before passing the whole thing off as nothing. The action made Danny roll his eyes, if you were going to call somebody out on something, at least own up to it, "Well, you seduced me with your hot cousin to get an IP address and I never got his phone number."

Of course, that wasn't the whole story there and he always thought that he would take it to the grave but seeing how pathetic Stiles looked at the moment, it seemed that wouldn't be the case. Honestly, Danny didn't get jealous of anyone for anything. He liked where he stood in life and he liked who he was as a person. There was nothing that he would ever change about himself, yet last year, everything seemed to turn upside down that spring. Scott became good at lax but he still remained friends with Stiles, in fact, nothing seemed to get in their way. Jackson became obsessive about it and then went off the deep end, unlike Stiles in his friendship, Danny found himself pushed away, "But...I'm jealous of what you have with Scott. Because I thought that was what Jackson and I had but that wasn't the case." There, let that sink into his head, "Don't get me wrong, Jackson and I are fine now but...still, that lingers in mind mind."

TAGS stiles stilinski CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS set fire to the rain - adele NOTES Copper SAY WHAT?! NO YOU CANNOT BUTT ME IN LINE WOMAN...and of course I've seen that beautiful figure...I'm not saying what I google but...that could be quite a close guess. Bwahha, well, it hink I sorta did...let the learning commence! WORD COUNT 840

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

"Tell me about it, all what I missed is roll call," He said and Stiles rolled his eyes in mutual agreement on the horrible fixation teachers had on their stupid rituals. "I honestly can't even remember why I was running late." Danny added, and the lanky teen bobbed his head again. ”Yeah, that always seems the case. Seriously, I think they keep a clock that counts down miliseconds, because sometimes I’m not even late, or at least I shouldn’t be.” He remarked before the topic shifted, and in his state he blurted out his statement, sarcasm at its best but something else too. "You just want to just not do anything?" He repeated, and Stiles shifted, mumbled something under his breath. ”I want to be lazy and do nothing, I want to fight my body for energy for once, I don’t want to bounce off the walls.” He clarified eventually, not meeting Danny’s gaze.

To be honest, few knew about how much he hated his ADHD sometimes. Because while most days it didn’t bother him, the underlying truth was that he figured he’d be so much better off without it. He became aware that he was fuming, and he shifted his expression with the ease of long time practice, meeting the proctor’s gaze with a cheeky smile before shifting his attention away, once more the normal Stiles. Well, as normal as Stiles could get. "The man does not have a life then." Danny said, and Stiles snorted. ”He really doesn’t, and yet has managed to weasel his way out of proctoring a detention that’s nearly all his students.” He commented with no small amount of relief. He was glad to not have to deal with him, because that would suck royally.

Well, whoever said Stiles was the brightest bulb in the box at times? Certainly not him, because there he was badmouthing a teacher in detention, but whatever, he wasn’t swearing or yelling, so he didn’t care very much. Stiles passed a hand over his short hair before attempting to shrug the whole thing off as nothing, as though he hadn’t exploded out of nowhere really with an out of the blue question. "Well, you seduced me with your hot cousin to get an IP address and I never got his phone number." He said and Stiles rolled his eyes in return, though was a bit sheepish, Danny definitely didn’t know the whole story about his ‘cousin’ Miguel. ”Yeah, well, you act like he’s the only hot guy you’ve seen, and you act like finding an IP address is hard, like you haven’t done it before.” He commented, no heat in his tone.

"But...I'm jealous of what you have with Scott. Because I thought that was what Jackson and I had but that wasn't the case." He said, and Stiles’ eyes widened in surprise. Well that was not what he had been expecting. No, not at all. "Don't get me wrong, Jackson and I are fine now but...still, that lingers in my mind." He laughed without humor, picking at the fraying edge of one of his books. ”Scott and I are close but you’d be surprised how all is not as it seems. As for Jackson, he finally got his crap together, believe me.” And yeah, Stiles knew the inside story, knew what was going on with the jackass teen even then. One of the ‘perks’ of being around Derek’s pack so frequently.

NOTES :: MWAHAHA YES I CAN. I JUST DID. Heehee, google is everyone's best friend for sure.
MUSIC :: Danza Kuduro - Don Omar & Lucenzo
WORDS :: 578
TAGS :: Danny;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

[Danny Mahealani]

He normally wasn't one for conspiracy theories. Danny just like to pretend that everything was normal despite the weird animal attacks that happen ever now and then in Beacon Hills, but he was willing to take a bite into microsecond counting clocks. A smile tugged at his lips and the teenager actually nodded in agreement, who would have thought, "Maybe it's because they know that you're onto them and their clocks Stiles." That or they just hated the kid, Harris seemed to make every day a living hell for Stiles and Scott, and while it was humorous because the two of them seemed to mostly take it in good stride, Danny was also certain that it wasn't legal to be that cruel to a student. Too bad Sheriff Stilinski didn't come walking in and arrest the man, that meant class would be canceled. Hell, detention would probably be canceled too.

Brown eyes watched the other boy carefully, waiting for an answer to a repeated question. While it had been sarcastic, even sarcastic words could hold truths. Just like that, Stiles shifted either in nervousness or just the need to get energy out of his system, but that wasn't the only thing that Danny noticed, the other was avoiding his gaze as well. Stiles kept his own brown eyes down, not looking at him once as he mumbled out some sort of clarity, "Didn't realize it bothered you so much, you seem more alive then the rest of us." Although, he supposed that in reality, everybody had something that they didn't like about themselves, something that they saw as some sort of weakness and wished to change. But he wasn't here to talk about that. He doubted Stiles wanted to by his body language, and Danny wasn't sure if they would even be having this conversation if it weren't being stuck with each other right now.

The comment about their teacher though couldn't be truer, funny how Harris did seem to give them all detention and yet not be here, "Probably being a cradle robber," he commented, not forgetting the rumors that he heard last year about how some students at a rave spotted him with a younger girl. Danny couldn't quite complain about him not being here though, something told the teenager that if he had been, it would have been ten times worse. Not to mention, they'd probably actually be doing something 'productive' rather than sitting around and pretending to do their homework. Brown eyes glanced back over at Stiles quickly at his little remark, "He raised my standards, not to mention, everybody's getting taken off the market, yourself included," Danny teased with a grin, for once playing nice, "And I'm not saying anything about IP addresses." Okay yes, he can take care of them quickly, and everybody seemed to know it, yet the teenager still seemed to pretend to be in denial about the whole thing. What could he say? Going to court could scare a thirteen year old boy. Not that he didn't stop his ways, he just...left the government alone.

He still wasn't entirely sure as to what had possessed him to admit to such a thing, especially to Stiles. It felt silly, and clearly, Stiles hadn't been expecting those words either. Well, this was uncomfortable. Now it was Danny's turn to shift a little in his seat, his brown eyes glancing back to his work now. Figuring that talking was over but the other found his voice. Honestly, he wasn't going to say anything, let it all slid until Stiles mentioned Jackson. Just like that, Danny's attention snapped back to the other boy, startled, "Wait, you knew what was going on with Jackson?" He didn't even know what to think to that. How was it that this kid knew but he, as the best friend, didn't? After all, Danny had tried and merely got shoved aside and yet Stiles, somebody who Jackson had complained about a near daily basis, knew he was over his problems?

TAGS stiles stilinski CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS set fire to the rain - adele NOTES i can't even remember our conversation WORD COUNT IDK

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles probably would have fallen out of his chair if he hadn’t suspected that he’d gain agreement on this subject, because really? Danny Mahealani agreeing with him on anything? Yeah, that never happened. Except, apparently, now. "Maybe it's because they know that you're onto them and their clocks Stiles." He suggested, and Stiles smirked, shaking his head ruefully. ”I’m on everyone’s radar, it just never seems to be in the right way.” He said with a wry grin and a chuckle of his own, knowing it to be true even as he knew that the statement was partially true, given that most of the people at the station in town, while knowing that he was a doofus more times than not, also were fond of him, treated him like their own kid, and he couldn’t say how thankful he was for that. The topic shifted then, just like he did, avoiding the other’s gaze even as he knew it was far too late to take it back. "Didn't realize it bothered you so much, you seem more alive than the rest of us." He said, and Stiles shrugged, looking down at the patterned floors.

”Never really say anything about it. It’s easier to let people think that aside from my asinine tendencies to be an idiot and my ADHD that everything’s flowers and daisies in my life. You probably wouldn’t be surprised to know just how many people are surprised when they realize that it isn’t.” And boy wasn’t it. Even before werewolves had invaded, along with his breaking into the knowledge that not only was his best friend furry, but that werewolves weren’t the only nonhuman creatures out there, unfortunately. "Probably being a cradle robber," Danny’s comment brought him back to the present, even as his lips quirked in a dorky grin at the idea of their teacher doing that. Huh, surprisingly realistic. Well, not really surprising there. He had to get his rocks off somehow. "He raised my standards, not to mention, everybody's getting taken off the market, yourself included," Danny teased with a grin, "And I'm not saying anything about IP addresses." Danny added, even as Stiles sat there rather wide eyed. ”Me off the market?! Well…I guess that’s true, though it wasn’t back then. Now it’s true, since I have a girlfriend.” He said thoughtfully, going off point a little, but hell, that was Stiles Stilinski for you.

Stiles hadn’t been at all ready for the admission Danny gave him. And damn had he not expected that. Not in a million years. But now that he did mention it, he saw things made a lot more sense. Seeing that maybe things had gotten a little too awkward, he spoke up, only to realize his mistake too late, seeing Danny’s attention snap back to him, startled. "Wait, you knew what was going on with Jackson?" He asked, and Stiles winced, rubbing the back of his neck. ”Damn…he’s probably going to rip me a new one for me telling you that. Umm…..yeah, I spent time with him over the past year, not by choice, may I just say to prove my innocence in the matter! But, I kinda got to know him while he was having this crisis and all, and he obviously doesn’t care about me, because if he did he would have pushed me away too, considering he just didn’t want anyone hurt or anything like that.” He said awkwardly, not even sure about what all he’d said, just hoping that he wouldn’t get beaten to a pulp by Jackson for making the situation any worse.

NOTES :: Stiles=adorkable xD
MUSIC :: House Of Gold - Twenty One Pilots
WORDS :: 604
TAGS :: Danny;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?