Clocks {open}

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

Stiles rifled amongst the different video stacks, tapping the fingers of his free hand against his thigh restlessly, and if he’d been sitting his foot would have been bouncing, or rocking, or shaking or…well, one could get the general idea. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but he figured he could grab a few and take em home to either watch them with Scott, watch them with his dad, or watch them on his own. Either way, a win-win. New movies, bonding time with dad, bonding time with Scott, or just alone time worked too. He started humming as he browsed the racks, unable to remain still even if he was standing in one spot. Honestly, he couldn’t help it. He turned and in his hasty movements nearly knocked over a rather precariously placed stack of DVDs, earning a glare from the store clerk. All he could do was shrug and give her a ‘what can you do’ look, rather than adding a rather selective comment about someone not being able to stack safely.

That probably wouldn’t have gone over well. But he was getting better at exercising self-control. Really, he was! Okay, not really. Not even a little bit. But he had high hopes for the future! All that lecturing from his father, Scott, Lydia, even Allison about how many times he’d gotten his hind end kicked because of mouthing off had to do something towards teaching him a lesson…right? He shrugged again and kept looking, snagging the first few seasons of The Mentalist, more than happy at the chance of catching up on the backstories of the characters on the show, since he figured he had plenty of time at some point during the next weekend, or some day during the week, or multiple days spread out…

He laughed to himself and shrugged again; tapping a rhythm against his thigh as his other hand held the multiple DVD cases against his other thigh, scanning the shelves for anything else while he was there. Maybe he’d grab season one of Bones…or maybe he’d head next door to grab something to eat. Well, he had that thought right up until he found a whole section dedicated to the movies he liked (Who would’ve figured, since it was a store that specifically has movies). He grinned widely and started scanning the movies in earnest, grabbing The Avengers, and Iron Man 1 and 2, wishing that the third was out on DVD, but knowing he had a while to go yet, since it wasn’t even out of theaters at the moment.

After grabbing both Captain America and Thor, he gave up and just grabbed them all, knowing he looked like he was some sort of movie junkie as he did his best to keep hold of the now massive pile of cases in his arms, no longer having any free hands to fidget or shift, instead settling for tapping his foot whenever he was standing still long enough. He probably shouldn’t be looking for any movies to add to his stack, but who knows, maybe he’d be able to snag whoever came into the place next to help him out, at least until he got to the counter. He also had a feeling that the clerk would only intensify her death glare when it came time for him to be done. Oh well.

NOTES :: Feel free to join! ^^
MUSIC :: Clocks - Coldplay
WORDS :: 563
TAGS :: OPEN;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

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

[Isaac Lahey]

Well I've got nothing left to prove
Cause I've got nothing left to lose
See me bare my teeth for you



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Isaac was tired of being in the abandoned subway car. He didn't really mind it. At least not until the smells began to bother his senses. The squeaking of the rats, forever drip of water, and sound of his breathing. He was good at cards now, having convinced Scott into giving him a deck. Oh how he got odd looks whenever he attempted to build a card tower on top of an old drum of oil or tried to flick cards into a bucket he found during one of his explorations while still a fugitive. However, there was only so many games he could entertain himself with before he began to go crazy.

The werewolf knew he was free to come and go as he pleased. It wasn't like he really had a home to return to. Sometimes, he would just settle on standing outside the house he used to live in. Sometimes, he would just sit on the Lacrosse field and stare off into space. Tonight he visited one of the few places he rarely stepped foot into, the video store.

Isaac never knew so many movies existed, so many shows on videos. It was actually overwhelming as he realized exactly how much of the world he knew nothing about. He knew things like Star Wars, Star Trek, and other random movies or shows he managed to watch while growing up. Newer things... Isaac was at a lost.

He became distracted, though, because there was a familiar scent. He knew it well. "What brings you to the local video store, Stiles?" Isaac tried to sound as friendly as he could. It wasn't like he was enemies with the boy in front of him. He just wasn't sure that he could consider Stiles a friend.

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

Stiles heard the door open and close, and he grinned at the prospect of getting some help carrying his load of DVDs, so glad that he’d gotten a lot of birthday money to pay for his massive spending spree. He didn’t get a chance to turn around yet as he was still looking through that last rack or two, and besides, he had to be polite and give the person some time to do their own looking before he commandeered him for his patriotic cause. Or not so patriotic. Either way. He was being nice. He grinned to himself and shook his head, about ready to start mumbling under his breath, just to see what the clerk lady would do next.

He was so close to doing it too, but then he figured that would be rude, and that would also possibly cost him his purchase of all the DVDs, since really, she was the one who was going to ring him up, so he should play nice. Stiles finally finished up and swung around to look for the newcomer, and his eyes widened slightly when he realized he knew who it was.

It was funny, he didn’t think that Isaac went to movie stores, or other kinds of things like that. And yet there he was, and Stiles grinned widely. Good, Isaac is just the one to help him. Werewolf strength and all that. Better than Derek, since he would probably give him a death glare, some threats about ripping his head off with his teeth, or some other form of painful death, and then, there was only a 25% chance of him actually helping.

Depending on his mood at the time. "What brings you to the local video store, Stiles?" Isaac asked, and Stiles grinned widely. ”Hey man! Nice to see a friendly face. You know, I was just lookin' around for some fodder for boring weeknights or weekends. And since you’re here it’d be awesome if you gave your buddy Stiles a helping hand.” He said with a grin, laughing slightly.

NOTES :: None~ Is it bad that I wanna cuddle Isaac? :3
MUSIC :: Clocks - Coldplay
WORDS :: 345
TAGS :: Issac;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

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

[Isaac Lahey]

Well I've got nothing left to prove
Cause I've got nothing left to lose
See me bare my teeth for you



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Isaac really never knew what to do with himself in a video store. His father would usually swat at his hands when he tried to look at anything, so he kept his hands to himself. Old habits died hard, apparently. There were just some habits that never left, no matter how much time passed since his father's death. Part of him mourned the loss, but most was trying to forget. It was sometimes hard, especially at times like this, when he was forced to realize how much he couldn't.

It was at least nice to have a distraction in Stiles. Alright, probably not all that nice. Stiles was loud, outspoken, but he was a good guy. Even Isaac knew that. He couldn't fault the guy for anything, not after realizing how much Stiles put up with. The guy was a human fighting werewolf battles, so he gained some respect from Isaac.

"You want a helping hand... from me?" It was not only clear from his voice but from the surprised expression on his face that the werewolf hadn't expected that. He never would have thought anyone would really want his help, no matter what it was. It actually made him a little nervous. As long as it wasn't picking out a movie, Isaac didn't think he had a reason to turn down helping his classmate.

"Um... I mean... Sure, I'll help you."

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NOTES: None. It's not bad at all.

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

Stiles grinned slightly, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he watched Isaac after having asked for his help, or really, giving a suggestion that his help would be much appreciated. It wasn’t like he had no manners, but why use them when he had other ways? And he knew he wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with, but hey, he felt he was entitled to a bit of annoyingness. Besides, he knew Isaac would give him a hand, perhaps after a bit of asking why and whatnot. But he was a good kid, and Stiles liked hanging out with him, so long as he wasn’t following after Derek like a lovestruck puppy.

Honestly, he didn’t know why anyone would do that. Derek was mysterious and more of an ass than anything, but that didn’t make Stiles want to follow after him like a puppy. The death threats might if the alpha ever used them, but...yeah. There were only so many times one could hear about some way to die painfully before it started to wear off. Kinda.

"You want a helping hand... from me?" Isaac asked, and it was clear he hadn’t been expecting that to come from the sophomore. Stiles raised a brow. ”No, I want help from Miss Sunshine at the checkout desk. Of course you!” He said, though his tone wasn’t mean or anything other than sarcastic, and he hoped that Isaac knew him well enough to know that his snippy remarks were a given anymore. As he’d once said to Scott, his sarcasm was his only defense. "Um... I mean... Sure, I'll help you." He said finally, and Stiles grinned his victory. ”Great! Here, carry those, Mr. I’m Super Strong, and you can help me marathon through a couple of them. That is, if you aren’t too busy lurking around town.” He said with a grin, and passed off a large portion of the DVDs to the werewolf before leading the way to the front desk.

He set his stack down and looked expectantly at Isaac before pulling out his wallet and started to count money as the oh so happy woman got to ringing up his purchases.

NOTES :: None~ Okay, good, cuz I do. xD
MUSIC :: Home - Phillip Phillips
WORDS :: 368
TAGS :: Issac;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

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

[Isaac Lahey]

Well I've got nothing left to prove
Cause I've got nothing left to lose
See me bare my teeth for you



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Isaac really didn't know what to do with himself in a video store. This wasn't really a place where he hung around at. He actually didn't know half the videos in the store. He barely knew how to get around the place. Where were thrillers? Where were comedies? He wasn't sure. He had only come here to seek out a place to kill some time. He wasn't up for returning back to the railroad car just yet.

Isaac was just watching Stiles. Even though he could tell shifts in the other's mood, Stiles still surprised him. He was the weirdest person, but not in a bad way. It actually intrigued the werewolf. Stiles was like a ray of sunshine when he was stuck with Derek for days on end. He was more entertaining than Erica and Boyd, especially Boyd.

He couldn't help but feel a little excited that the other did need his help. Of course, it was just to carry the videos. He took them without a complaint. He had offered to help. He was just thankful it wasn't anything else. However, he hadn't expected to get invited to marathon some of the movies

"Wait, Stiles. You want me to watch them with you? What about Scott? Sure he'd be more than happy to join you."

It wasn't like he had anything better to do. He never was really busy, unless it involved training with Derek, school, or Lacrosse. However, he didn't want to seem like he was imposing. He hadn't actually approached Stiles because he wanted to go home with him. And the thought of the offer being extended and then revoked was something he was honestly afraid of.

Isaac glanced at the movies, "Isn't Thor a mythological God in Norse mythology?" The werewolf snatched up the movie, getting a frown from the woman trying to scan the dvds. "He looks like nothing I would have imagined..." It was quite clear that he had never seen a Marvel movie before. He heard talk of them in the hallways at school, of course, but the names were all he knew about them.

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NOTES: None.

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

Stiles was relieved to know that the unsuspecting person to be his helper was someone he actually knew. How embarrassing would that be if he hadn’t known the person. Okay, probably not embarrassing at all, but he didn’t care either way. It was easier with someone he knew, to say the least. Not to mention, Isaac’s adorable face might cheer up Ms. Death Glare at the counter. Or not. She had a glare to rival even Derek’s, and that was saying something.

He gave a mock shudder before grinning unrepentantly. Maybe he should introduce the two. Yeah, right, like Derek would actually date someone. He’d probably rather eat them. No pun intended. At all. He shuddered for real that time, shaking his head and grinning again, laughing at himself before turning to face Isaac. He really needed to stop picturing the most horrible scenes ever.

And who better to distract him than the literal puppy standing in front of him, and he swore that if Isaac actually were a full on wolf, he’d be wriggling with excitement. Seriously? What did this kid do in his free time? Other than follow Derek around, Lacrosse practice, and school of course. Must not be much, given how lost he looked in the movie store.

"Wait, Stiles. You want me to watch them with you? What about Scott? Sure he'd be more than happy to join you." Isaac asked and Stiles raised a brow. ”Did I say: Hey, help me carry these to the register so I can use my now free hand to call Scott and ask him over for a marathon? Naw, besides, he’s still pinning after the huntress extraordinaire. So, you up for it or no, man? If so, then a snack run is in order before we head back to my house.” It wasn’t like he was going to take advantage of the poor kid, it was just that he seemed utterly alone, and to only really have one friend (honestly Derek shouldn’t count, unless the kid had learned to interpret the different positions of Derek’s eyebrows, or his scowls) was probably killer on the mood.

Stiles watched as Isaac glanced at the movies, "Isn't Thor a mythological God in Norse mythology?" The teen asked, snatching up the movie, to the clear disgruntlement of the Death Glare Lady. "He looks like nothing I would have imagined..." He said, and Stiles’ eyes widened. ”Okay, you’re in worse shape than I thought. Some serious marathon times are needed. I mean, come on, the Avengers?! Marvel movies?” He sighed and shook his head, paying for the movies before taking the bags and heading for the door. ”Hope you’re hungry, by the way. Cuz I am, and I’ll need plenty of help eating through the ton of food I’m about to buy.” He said over his shoulder as he opened the door, holding it for the werewolf before continuing to the market.

NOTES :: *giggles* Gahd, this song. Now I can't help picturing how that song would look.
MUSIC :: Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen
WORDS :: 491
TAGS :: Issac;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

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

[Isaac Lahey]

Well I've got nothing left to prove
Cause I've got nothing left to lose
See me bare my teeth for you



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Isaac was still trying to figure Stiles out. He had absolutely no idea what the other was suddenly amused about. Actually, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to know. Something about the inner workings of Stiles' minds freightened him a little more than the freezer. And he absolutely hated the freezer and wet himself every night in it.

The tips of Isaac's ears burned red as he glanced at the ground, fidgeting at the words spoken to him. He felt horrible for even speaking up. He honestly didn't know how to handle the words. He was a lot better with insults, having dealt with them his entire life. But the person before him wasn't his father. This was Stiles. This was someone he wanted to be his friend. Someone he actually wanted to like him.

"Huntress? Right... Allison..." Isaac forgot that Allison was related to Gerard. Actually, he wanted to forget that. Wanted to forget he came extremely close to getting sliced in half by the hands of the deranged hunter. "Yah, I'm up for it."

Isaac wondered how life had decided to keep people like Stiles out of his life until now. Probably because he would have been scared to death as a kid. However, maybe it would have helped him be a more extroverted person... Who knew.

"I've never seen them... Any of them." The werewolf ducked his head as he set the movie back down on the counter to get scanned. He was actually slightly ashamed that he was possibly behind in the times. He wanted to protest that it wasn't his fault, that it was never too late to learn new things. However, he wasn't up for 'teaching old dogs new tricks' comments. Erica made one once, when they were visiting Boyd at work, and she discovered Isaac had she learned Isaac had never learned how to ice skate. She learned since he took one step on the ice and fell flat on his butt.

The werewolf trailed after the human, not wanting to get left behind. He was actually quite excited at the idea of watching a movie. He didn't know what that last movie he saw was, but he knew that it was when he was a child. Sometime before Camden died and fun was pretty much banned from the Lahey house.

"Obviously you have yet to realize werewolves eat more food than the normal person...." It wasn't a joke, although he tried to sound like he was.

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NOTES: None.

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

Stiles couldn’t stop grinning. It was just a habit. Though he did realize that he was making Isaac a bit uncomfortable with his mastermind thoughts, and promptly toned the evil grin down a bit. Kinda hard to do, but he manned up and did it anyways. His eyes still shone with amusement, but it wasn’t nearly as…well, energetic as before, in an effort to ease Isaac a bit. The poor kid rarely spent time around him. He needed an adjustment period first. Something told him that the werewolf wasn’t much of a fidgeting type, but he still was when Stiles spoke to him, and he wished he had a hand free so he could smack himself in the face. Seriously. He kept forgetting himself and treating Isaac like the kid knew him, which he didn’t. At all. Oh well, he wasn’t going to change who he was, so the werewolf would just have to get used to it. "Huntress? Right... Allison..." He said, and Stiles nodded absently, checking to make sure he had all the movies he’d wanted before setting them down.

"Yah, I'm up for it." Isaac said finally, and Stiles shot him an excited grin. ”Great! So now I won’t be bored out of my freaking mind while listening to my dad snoring next to me. Don’t worry, now that you’re coming, I have official reason to kick him out of the room.” He said with a grin. He tried not to make eye contact with Death Glare Lady, instead watching Isaac for a moment, and then fidgeting as he looked around the store, not looking for anything in particular, just keeping himself occupied until the lady was done checking them out.

"I've never seen them... Any of them." Isaac said, ducking his head as he set the movie down, and Stiles shook his head slightly. ”It’s no biggie, man. Just gives me more opportunities to drag you into marathon night. Which would happen to be any night I’m extremely bored.” He said with a grin even as he finished paying and grabbed the bags. He started heading for the door then, holding it open for the were before continuing down the street, keeping pace with Isaac as they walked, not quite content with the silence, but holding himself back from spouting useless nonsense. Wasn’t like Isaac would want to hear any of it. No one ever did really, not unless it was related to some life threatening event, which happened more than he liked to admit.

He walked into the store and grabbed a cart, sticking the bag with the movies in it into the cart before starting down the snack aisle. "Obviously you have yet to realize werewolves eat more food than the normal person...." Isaac said, and Stiles laughed. ”Nah, I know it well enough, especially since I can almost beat Scott at a food eating contest on a daily basis, I just forget sometimes who I’m dealing with.” he admitted easily, before nodding to himself.

”Grab a few things you want, man. I’m going to go get some chip dip.” He said over his shoulder as he took the cart with him, scanning the refrigerated section for some good dip for his Lays chips. After grabbing a few different types, he figured he could always eat what was left over later on, if there was anything, he headed back for where he’d left Isaac in the snack aisle.

NOTES :: None~
MUSIC :: What I Like About You - The Romantics
WORDS :: 578
TAGS :: Issac;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

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

[Isaac Lahey]

Well I've got nothing left to prove
Cause I've got nothing left to lose
See me bare my teeth for you



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Isaac couldn't help but wonder if this is what normal kids did in their free time. They went out to the video store and rented videos. It actually seemed quite weird. Like it's some weird life that he didn't think existed anywhere. And yet, here he was. He was actually in a video store as if it was slightly normal.

Isaac couldn't help but pay close attention to Stiles. It went deeper than the words that came out of his mouth. He was good at reading people, from their body movements to the way the air around them changed. Now he was even able to smell the difference in a person's mood. He wished he didn't know that Stiles was holding himself back. He saw the way Stiles' actions seemed to diminish, like the other was afraid of scaring him. He figured it went along those lines. Or perhaps he was the one who began the shrinking away match.

Isaac actually didn't know what to say when the other began to talk about his dad. The last time he was actually in the same space as the Sheriff... He was sure it was when he was locked up in the jail cell as being the one who murdered his own father. Sure, there was the short exchange in words when he was cleared of charges. However, he wasn't really sure what the elder Stilinski would say to him even stepping foot into the house.

"He must work a lot to fall asleep during movies...." He could still recall the way his father would fall asleep to the games on the television. Baseball usually lasted three innings. Football for a quarter, same with soccer. And heaven forbid Isaac turn the television or not be in the room when his father awoke, or dared to change the station. "It can't be too bad." He tried to make things a little bit better, a little bit brighter.

Isaac wasn't sure how to interrupt about marathon night. It seemed like an invitation. An invitation offered promises. That screamed friendship, entertainment, an escape. Most of all, it screamed a chance to actually try and live a normal life, even if for a night. "I never really have anything going on so if you get bored...." His voice trailed off as he shrugged. "I'm not hard to find."

The werewolf trailed after the other, keeping up with him. He didn't dare fall behind. However, he was almost nervous to actually walk beside him. He couldn't help but stuff his hands in his pockets as he kept his eyes glued to the ground, except when they glanced up to watch Stiles. The other was interesting. Still better than Derek, although the other offered him peace and quiet. Sometimes he could do with constant talking, just listening.

"Okay...." The blond's voice trailed off as he turned his attention to the snacks. There was a lot to choose from, most of which he had never actually tried before. He had done the shopping, so had been down this aisle. He could recall every snack he always wanted to try. He grabbed a giant bag of M&Ms, making sure to not get the one with peanuts since he wasn't a fan of them. He settled on a bag of Twizzlers, the Starbursts next to it, and finally a box of popcorn.

Isaac had just tugged the popcorn off the shelf when he heard Stiles return back to the aisle. There was a light to his eyes, like a child on Christmas morning. "I heard movies involve soda...." At least he had had soda before. He just didn't know if Stiles drank it or what he liked.

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NOTES: None.