Clocks {open}

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

Stiles would have been unnerved by how closely Isaac was paying attention to him, if he wasn’t used to it from just about every other werewolf he encountered. Seriously, they all treated him as though he were some odd creature that just burrowed out of the ground in front of them and asked: How ya doin’? The human shook his head with a slight smile. He kinda understood why though. It wasn’t much of a surprise that he smelled constantly of werewolf and hunter. Well, not so much hunter lately because Allison hadn’t been hanging around with Scott lately, but still. He smelled like Scott the most, because like any best friends they tended to roughhouse now and then.

Not to mention due to Derek’s weird penchant for issuing death threats to him, not to mention the fact that he liked getting physical while making sure those threats were believable, he smelled like the alpha too. But whatever, he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he could smell it, so he was without a care as far as that went. when he brought up the topic of his dad, however, he wasn’t thinking, as usual, forgetting that Isaac had in fact met him, on some not so good terms, even though he’d been exonerated, Stiles knew his dad wasn’t a big fan of any of the pack, given a good majority of them, with the exception of Scott, had past issues with the law.

Well, too late to pull his words back. "He must work a lot to fall asleep during movies...." Isaac said, and Stiles shrugged, grinning. ”Sometimes it’s because of that, but more often than not he picks a really, really boring movie, and always seems to act surprised when he realizes that he fell asleep to it.” He explained, chuckling. "It can't be too bad." He said, and the human shook his head, agreeing. ”It really isn’t, but he doesn’t appreciate good quality movies like us teenagers do.” He said, grinning.

It seemed like not only were werewolves more the solitary type, but because of that, they had no concept of social interaction at all. Literally. It was like they’d been raised in a box all their life. Stiles winced. Okay, that was too close to the truth. Thank goodness he hadn’t said that out loud. "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." He added, and Stiles grinned.

”Dude, I know. You all hide away in that old abandoned train car. Would it hurt to just get one large apartment with multiple bedrooms and stay there? Or a nice quaint house with a big basement?” He asked, looking down the aisles. He grabbed a couple things here and there, knowing he actually had quite a bit left, good thing he wasn’t worried about money at the moment, but then again, he either mooched off of Scott when it came to meals, or lived off junk food.

"Okay...." Isaac said and Stiles sighed, shaking his head. Poor kid. He was literally like a lost puppy. He headed off and grabbed some chip dip, coming back to find that he had indeed taken his words to truth, and for that Stiles couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he praised the kid. Nah, he’d live without it. Dumping the stuff into the cart, he indicated that Isaac should too, and then turned down towards the end of the aisle, where the drinks were.

"I heard movies involve soda...." He said, and Stiles couldn’t help but feel sad that the kid had that look about him, a kid on Christmas morning look, and he wondered just how much the werewolf had to endure under his father’s brand of control. He nodded instead, and grinned. ”Must have read my mind. Grab something, it’s two for the price of one on this stuff.” He said, waving his hand to include all the larger party sized bottles of soda, he himself grabbing diet coke, since he really didn’t need any more energy. After that he waited for Isaac to finish up and then started for the cash register, glad that most of the stuff was on sale or had been marked down.

NOTES :: None~
MUSIC :: What I Like About You - The Romantics
WORDS :: 720
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 exactly explain why Stiles intrigued him. Why he found people to be interesting. He just liked people. He didn't like to admit that part of him hated people. However, he liked to think that people were good. He looked at Stiles and he saw that. And he just couldn't understand why Stiles was still human running amongst werewolves. He couldn't understand why Stiles was even running with them to begin with.

Isaac couldn't help the smile that slipped onto his lips. It wasn't one that was bright, teeth showing in his excitement. No. It was a simple smile. One that seemed sad yet fond in the same go. It was like he could actually imagine someone acting surprised at falling asleep to a movie. "I'm not sure I'd understand what counts as 'good quality movies' even if you explained it to me." He honestly hoped that Stiles would understand.

Isaac wanted to rock on his heels as he listened to Stiles speak, talk about how they should just get an apartment. However, the mention of house and a basement caused the teen to go a little paler. His eyes lowered as his body became a little rigid. His voice lacked it's enthusiasm, it's warmth as he spoke up. It was merely to say,  "You could bring it up to Derek." If Derek decided he wanted to move to an apartment or get a house, then Isaac would follow. He didn't want to be alone, didn't like the idea. However, the idea of living with a basement... Isaac didn't like that thought in the least.

Isaac liked to think that he was slowly understanding the world better. He knew that he was getting better than when he was younger. He knew different snacks, knew the difference between M&Ms and skittles. Sure, he really only knew tastes because of the teachers handing out candy at special events or Halloween.

He smiled shyly when Stiles said that he must have been reading the other's mind about soda. His mood was loosening. He was becoming a little more comfortable once more. He was usually on edge, but he figured he could possibly be a little more relaxed. It was weird to think about it so he didn't even bother to do so.

He grabbed Dr Pepper. It was the only thing that looked familiar, other than coke. After Erica made him have a bad experience with coke, he decided Dr Pepper was the better way to go. He just quietly followed after Stiles to the register.

"I have the snacks. Okay?" He gazed as Stiles with a determined look. He was determined to pay for all of this. He wasn't broke. Sure, he lived in an abandoned train and had no other place to call home. But that didn't mean he didn't have money. And he wasn't just about to mooch of Stiles. "Just... Let me do this as a thanks." He didn't even know what he wanted to thank the other for. For treating him like a normal human? For talking to him when most of the school seemed to ignore him. For staying with the pack even though he could leave. For inviting him to watch movies? Perhaps everything. However, most importantly, it was so he wouldn't feel useless. He didn't like that feeling in the least.

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NOTES: None.
MUSIC: "DJ, Ease My Mind" - Niki & The Dove

[Deleted]

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

Stiles smiled faintly as he could feel Isaac’s gaze on him. Odd as it was, he didn’t care. Looking over, he saw the faint smile on the were’s lips, and he chuckled, happy that he’d at least gotten him to smile. "I'm not sure I'd understand what counts as 'good quality movies' even if you explained it to me." He said and the human grinned, shaking his head slightly. ”No worries man, I can trust you not to fall asleep until the last half hour.” He said good naturedly, shrugging a shoulder even as he knew he meant what he’d said. He didn’t care whether or not Isaac understood the movies or not.

Especially since he so enjoyed explaining the semantics of movies and each specific one in detail. When Stiles continued talking, he saw the teen go pale at the mention of a basement, and he nearly swore, biting into his lip instead, looking down and to the side before he heard Isaac speak up. "You could bring it up to Derek." The sophomore nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets, only to remember he was carrying the movies for the moment. ”Yeah, like he’d listen. Pfft, I just figured having a real bed to sleep on would be nice, and a nice man cave or whatever. Dude, can’t you imagine surround sound and a massive flat screen TV? Can you say home theater?” He asked with a wide grin, hoping to make up for his mistake.

It did help that he himself was relaxing a bit more again. After all, he had been trying not to scare the guy off with his outspoken, energetic, and odd nature, but that hadn’t worked too well, so he was all for trying to just be himself on the next go round. Seeing the werewolf’s shy smile showed it seemed his plan was working even as the teen grabbed a Dr. Pepper, and Stiles himself grabbed a Coke. After that he deemed it a good time to check out, and he walked up to a register, starting to load the conveyor belt up with their snacks.

"I have the snacks. Okay?" Isaac said as he shot him a determined look, and Stiles gave a crooked grin, nodding and raising his hands in a peaceful gesture, the glint in his eyes playful. "Just... Let me do this as a thanks." He said, and the human chuckled. ”I wouldn’t have minded anyhow. Specially since you’ve saved my life any number of times. And it’s not like this stuff costs a ton. But, not that I’m not thankful, I am. You know what, I’m gonna stop now, and just say thanks. So…thanks.” He said with a grin before stepping out of the way and loading the bags back into the cart for the moment.

NOTES :: None~
MUSIC :: What I Like About You - The Romantics
WORDS :: 473
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 smile sheepishly at the words. He didn't fall asleep easily. He doubted he would fall asleep on the other. Heck, it took ages before he would sleep if he was even twenty feet away from Derek. He didn't even know if it was worth it to tell the other that he shouldn't worry about the ending getting ruined by snoring. Isaac would behave himself, especially if there was even a chance the Sheriff would be around.

He couldn't help the small chuckle that left his lips. "Derek listens. Or... At least he tries. He'd probably consider it, too." He was fine with living wherever. Alright, anywhere but his old home. There were too many memories there. Not even knocking the house down and rebuilding would make him step foot on that plot of land. Heck, he didn't even go on the street while investigating whether or not Jackson was the Kanima.

"Actually... I can't. I've never even seen a flat screen." Isaac spoke like it was no big deal. He was still experiencing the world. He wondered if it bothered everything that he had a clear lack of knowledge about... well... a lot of things. It wasn't like he could help it. However, he knew it was better to get it out in the open regarding things he knew and didn't know. Then he wouldn't get caught in a lie later on. Things were always worse when you lied.

Isaac actually liked shopping. He came every once in a while, not that he ever got much. It had nothing to do with money. No. He had plenty of it, surprisingly. His dad had actually cared enough to leave money behind in his will. It left Isaac plenty to manage through the rest of high school and into college. However, the teen had yet to touch it. His job in the graveyard supported him just fine.

It felt nice, especially times like this, where he was able to help out. He always felt useless before. So be able to pay for snacks, not just as a thank you, was actually nice. He almost wondered if he could talk Erica, Boyd, or even Scott into movie nights. Maybe actually going to the movie theatres.

Isaac smiled at Stiles, trying to convey that he understood what the other way trying to say. He turned his attention to the cashier, handing over the money to pay for everything. It didn't matter much to him that the things were on sale. He would have paid for a large amount without question, or complaint. "Where to now?" He wondered if there was anywhere else that they needed to go.

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NOTES: None.
MUSIC: "Boats and Birds" - Gregory and the Hawk

[Deleted]

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

Stiles chuckled when he saw Isaac’s sheepish smile, and he knew that he’d end up falling asleep before the other kid ever did, but that was alright, he was getting a chance to unload some movie knowledge on someone who he knew would listen rather attentively, and it was so rarely that he got someone who would do that, so he was definitely taking advantage of it. And could you blame him? He was happy to have a willing participant in listening to his ranting any day.

Hearing the small chuckle brought a grin to the lanky teen’s lips, even as he listened when the werewolf spoke up. "Derek listens. Or... At least he tries. He'd probably consider it, too." He said, and Stiles laughed, shaking his head. ”I’m glad he listens, or tries to, for someone. More power to ya, man.” He said with a grin before shrugging a shoulder and looking around as he always did. Wasn’t like he’d gotten over that tiny, tiny little fear of something jumping out and mauling him any second of the day.

”Actually…I can’t. I’ve never seen a flat screen.” Isaac said, speaking as though it wasn’t big deal, and to him it probably wasn’t But man Stiles felt bad for him, before he perked up and grinned. ”That’s alright, we’ll fix that soon enough, and then you won’t know how you lived without one. Besides, isn’t that the typical guy thing? Find the biggest and best TV around?” He said with a smirk, laughing slightly.

Surprisingly enough, Isaac didn’t seem to mind the fact that they had to stop at the market on the way home, which was something he wasn’t used to. Normally any guy he was with complained over it, but then he figured they never had to go shopping for the family, like Stiles did. Besides, he figured you had to enjoy shopping, otherwise you’d go crazy every time you had to. Stiles couldn’t help but grin as Isaac insisted on paying for the snacks. Hey, he wasn’t complaining, and he would happily comply, at least physically, he couldn’t account for his motor mouth, as long as the guy was determined about it.

When Isaac smiled at him, he knew that the werewolf understood what he was trying to say before he turned and handed the money over. "Where to now?" Isaac asked, and Stiles grinned. ”My house so we can get this party started. Or whatever you wanna call it. Let’s go.” He said, grabbing half the bags and leaving the other half for Isaac as he dropped the cart off at the front and waited for the other teen before starting towards his house.

NOTES :: None~
MUSIC :: What I Like About You - The Romantics
WORDS :: 451
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 gaining more and more questions about Stiles. There were more things that he was trying to figure out about the human. He had never really paid much attention to him before. He was just that loud kid who Professor Harris didn't like. The kid who was always talking and flailing. Heck Isaac barely realized a kid on the Lacrosse team would actually be close to the word "friend" for him.

Friend... Isaac was back to wondering if he could even call Stiles a friend. He wasn't really sure how to even approach the subject. He felt rather silly for wanting to ask if they were friends. Pack was pack, and he wasn't sure if Stiles considered himself part of the Hale pack. Isaac wouldn't care either way, as he was sure Derek wouldn't mind if he actually was friends with non-pack members. Besides, Stiles was hanging out with him so it at least meant the human didn't hate him.

"Derek would listen to you, too, you know." Isaac listened to Derek more than the other way around. He didn't have much to offer. He didn't trust his ability to come up with plans. He was just better at following directions, keeping his head down and just not disobeying orders. There wasn't much he wouldn't do, although he knew there were lines not even he should cross. And then there were some he was too afraid to cross. A big one being talking to Derek about actually moving someplace more... homely.

Isaac wanted to stuff his hands in his pockets. There was so much he had to learn, to figure out. Did guys really do that? Perhaps it was his upbringing that lead him to simply be happy with what he had. He hadn't owned a computer. He hadn't seen movies. Heck he didn't really even know how to use a cell phone. He had one for emergencies, but the fear of his father had ensured his phone went mostly unused. "Sure?" He wasn't all that confident in his answer, but it seemed alright.

Isaac couldn't help but approve of the idea of finally settling down somewhere. It wasn't like he wasn't used to just aimlessly wandering for hours. He just easily grew bored of it. And he couldn't help but wonder what Stiles' house was like. Was it big? Or was it small? He bet it was pretty cool, seeing as Stiles' dad was the Sheriff. Or maybe it was a moderate house. What was Stiles' mom like? He had actually never really asked about that. He never knew how to approach parental subjects, mostly since he liked to avoid them.

"Okay." He took the bags that Stiles didn't and followed after the human.

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NOTES: None.
MUSIC: "Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell On You)" - Aqualung

[Deleted]

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

Stiles grinned faintly as they talked about whether or not Derek would listen to others, and he knew for a fact that the Sourwolf wouldn’t listen to him, not unless his life absolutely depended on it. "Derek would listen to you, too, you know." Isaac said, and he shook his head, snorting and grinning crookedly. ”Not unless his life depended on it. But that’s alright, I give him a run for his money, and still don’t listen anyhow, so we’re even.” He said easily, not really bothered by the fact, though he did wonder just how Isaac got along with the grump anyhow. But he wasn’t going to ask, because he knew enough about the lanky werewolf’s past to not want to pry too much, because he didn’t want to put bad memories in the other teen’s mind. He knew a number of questions he’d ask if he could, all of which would definitely be considered prying as he counted it, so he didn’t bother. Besides, wasn’t like he wanted to ruin this companionship they had at the moment.

Isaac looked completely lost when it came to discussions about a typical guy, and he grinned, shaking his head slightly. That was alright. It was different to find someone who had never really learned about all the stuff Stiles himself had learned about, but it was fun to educate him, and to see what he could learn in turn from the other teen. "Sure?" He said, and the lack of confidence in his answer proved his lack of knowledge, but Stiles didn’t press nor mind. Like he said, it was a chance to play Yoda for someone other than Scott. He didn’t spend much time in the store other than to get what he needed, and then they were paying, before they both grabbed some bags. "Okay." Isaac said, and Stiles led the way out of the store and down the street a few blocks before they came to his house. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, leaving it open for Isaac as he dropped his bags off in the kitchen on the counter.

After that he went back and closed the door behind them, and then returned to the kitchen to unpack real quick before they could get to movie watching. He hummed tunelessly under his breath as he worked, setting things aside and keeping the snacks that look good out for them to eat. After that was done he grabbed cups for the sodas and then grabbed as much as he could. ”Could you grab the rest and bring it on out to the living room while I get everything else set up?” He asked around a mouthful of chip bag as he carried it to the other room and set it all down on the coffee table before popping the first disk in and turning the TV and surround sound on.

NOTES :: None ^^
MUSIC :: Slow Dancing In A Burning Room - John Mayer
WORDS :: 486
TAGS :: Isaac;

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 decided to let the topic drop regarding Derek and his listening abilities. The young werewolf was sure Derek would listen. However, if Stiles didn't think so... He wasn't going to keep pushing it. Besides, it shouldn't matter too much to him whether or not his Alpha listened to the human.

He happily followed after Stiles. He had a faint idea where Stiles lived. He could have found his way here since he knew Stiles' scent. It was a thought that was even weird to acknowledge. However, it was just a werewolf thing. You were able to tell who was who based on their scents. He hung around Stiles long enough to know what he smelt like.

He actually admired the house for a second before following the human in. He scrunched up his nose as different scents invaded his senses. It wasn't as bad as being at school. School was a nightmare and he was learning to dull out scents. However, he could still smell the Sheriff and that made him just a little uncomfortable.

Isaac followed Stiles into the kitchen, hovering slightly. He was waiting for the other to command him, to tell him what had to be done. So when the human instructed him, the werewolf gathered up what remained and followed the other to the living room. He set things down and began to organize them. He busied himself with that while Stiles worked on setting up the movie.

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NOTES: None.
MUSIC: "Stamp On the Ground" - ItaloBrothers

[Deleted]

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

Stiles smiled easily, waiting until they got to the house before he relaxed however, even then as he moved around the kitchen, unbagging the snacks they’d gotten and taking what he wanted out into the living room. Isaac was not far behind him, and began organizing the things after sitting down. He didn’t comment since he knew he’d be doing the exact same thing if he were in another’s house…unless he would be making himself at home, or something else of that sort. He popped the CD into the player and flicked the TV on, changing it to the right channel, and then turning the volume up so that it was nice and loud, but not too loud for the werewolf’s sensitive ears.

He grinned and opened up a bag of chips, opening the salsa as well and digging in. ”Dig in, dude. Eat what you want, and don’t worry about saving some, we got a ton of food.” He said with a grin, watching the movie with excitement, eager to see it after so long. Not to mention he’d gotten a few that he hadn’t seen before, but had heard amazing things about. ”And make yourself at home, feel free to ask if you don’t understand something, and don’t be afraid to, I dunno, relax?” he said, teasing faintly even as he knew it was hard for most werewolves to relax, and him too, to be fair. Not with everything on their minds.

NOTES :: None ^^
MUSIC :: Slow Dancing In A Burning Room - John Mayer
WORDS :: 246
TAGS :: Isaac;

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 actually excited. He couldn't remember the last time he actually sat and watched a movie. Derek wasn't a big fan of movie watching. He felt bad imposing on Erica or Boyd. After Allison's grandfather nearly killing him, he was more than happy to stay away from her. Lydia just flat out scared him. Jackson was... Jackson. Isaac didn't want to even touch him with a twenty foot stick. Heck he would prefer staying away from him. He knew he could bother Scott, see if he wanted to see a movie, but he knew Scott was busy most of the time. He still had issues even asking Scott in the first place if he wanted to hang out. And Stiles... Well... Isaac never thought he would be having movie night with the human.

It was weird being in someone else's house. It was different. It was exciting. There were just so many emotions that is was almost a little bit overwhelming. However, Isaac decided to simply busy himself with the snacks. He didn't want the other to realize what he was feeling. It was all so new and he didn't actually want it to be quite apparent. He liked how Stiles was treating him. He wasn't treating him like a little kid, but he wasn't treating him like some seasoned vet. It was nice.

The werewolf settled on the couch once he deemed his job done. It was just about the time Stiles finished as well. While Stiles reached for chips, he went for a drink. He always was more thirsty than hungry, although he could pack away a lot of food when he ate. If he hadn't had the soda to his lips, the teen probably would have stuttered out words. Instead, the tips of his ears went red with embarrassment.

"I think I may be able to piece things together. Thanks, though, Stiles." He answered after tugging the drink away. "But, if I have questions... I'll ask." He was going to try and make sure he didn't have any. He'd probably save them for the end anyway. He didn't want to miss more things by talking.

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NOTES: None.
MUSIC: "Echo" - Jason Walker