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The rest of the week went by in a Stilinski-related blur. The day after the rain poured, Stiles and Isaac had exchanged their second round of CDs. Stiles greeted the CD like it was the best thing he had ever recieved and Isaac was pretty sure Stiles being in his life was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Isaac had blasted Stiles' CD on repeat throughout the week, the lyrics and track list permanently engraved in his mind. In class he would find his mind wondering to thoughts of Stiles, doodling out his new favorite track list absentmindedly:
1. Seasons Of Love- Rent
2. We Found Each Other In The Dark- City and Colour
3. I've Got This Friend- The Civil Wars
4. Do You Realize- The Flaming Lips
5. Tongue Tied- Grouplove
6. Accidently In Love- The Counting Crows
7. Love Will Tell Us Where To Go (Acoustic)- Bridgit Mendler
8. I Would Do Anything For You- Foster The People
9. You Make My Dreams Come True- Hall & Oats
10. I Really Want It- A Great Big World
11. Beach- San Cisco
12. You and I- One Direction
13. Light A Roman Candle With Me- Fun.
14. It's Alright-Matt and Kim
15. Rocks- Imagine Dragons
16. I Wanna Be Yours- The Arctic Monkeys
17. Handsome Devil- The Smiths
Isaac couldn't help but smile, amusing the thought that Stiles had taken just as much time as he did hand picking each track. It felt like the CD carried so much more weight with it than the first one. The first one felt new and exciting, like the start of a new adventure, but this one seemed like it just meant more. Isaac couldn't explain why, not sure if it had to do with his own feelings muddling the truth or the fact that Stiles had used a very well-placed Arctic Monkeys song, but the thought of somebody putting so much effort into something for Isaac left an unknown feeling bubbling in his chest. The thought that Stiles had put some kind of meaning behind every song made him feel happier than he had in a long, long time.
'What the fuck is happening to me? My life sounds like an 80's movie.'
The thing was, Isaac's life was not anything like that. No one was going to choose him over the hot girl in school, he wasn't going to ride off into the sunset on a lawnmower, and he wasn't going to kiss the man of his dreams in front of a birthday cake. John Hughes had no part in writing the script that was Isaac's life. There was no garuntee that Isaac would have a happy ending; it's possible that Isaac had already experienced the best years of his life. Like his mom used to tell him before she died, 'happy beginnings and happy endings seldomly occur in the same story'.
Isaac let out a sigh, shaking negative thoughts out of his head. Today was supposed to be a good day, not a day filled with nostalgia and depression. His school was having faculty inservice, meaning that school was closed on that Friday. By some miracle, his long weekend coincided with his dad's fishing trip with whoever his dad actually talked to. This meant that Isaac got to enjoy three school-less, dad-less days. He was so thrilled, he felt as fucking high as a kite.
Isaac ran his fingers through his hair as he stared in the mirror, trying to get his curls to lay in a semi-nice fashion. He was celebrating his first day of freedom by cashing in his invite to this week's Friday Scott-Stiles Bro Night (even though it started at noon since it was, as Stiles said, "a special occassion"). Apparently he had a day/night of movies to look forward to but most importantly, he was invited to sleep at Stiles' place for the night.
It wasn't like anything was going to happen, but Isaac couldn't help but feel nervous. In all honesty, he was regretting agreeing to stay the night just the slightest bit but he didn't know when (if ever) he would get a chance like this again. Isaac grabbed his tooth broush, running it under water and dotting it with toothpaste. He began brushing his teeth, counting every back and forth motion he made with his hand (57). He gargled some mouth wash, spitting it out in the sink and washing it down the drain, feeling calmer.
Isaac grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and walked to his room, closing up the bathroom beforehand. When he got in his room, he threw his toothbrush and toothpaste into the open dufflebag on his bed, the items landing softly on the rest of the stuff he packed already for the night. He glanced around his room, mentally double checking that he had everything he needed. His eyes landed on his cologne, contemplating if it would be weird to put it on for this occassion, quickly deciding that it couldn't hurt. He gave himself a few spritz's of Ralph Lauren before walking back to his bed and zipping up his bag.
Isaac took one last deep breath before plugging in his MP3, blasting the familiar sound of Stiles through his ears. He pulled on his dufflebag, grabbed his pillow, left his house and began the fifteen minute walk to Stiles' house.
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Isaac found himself sandwiched between Scott and Stiles, no room for personal space on the couch covered in teenage boys. At first, Isaac felt awkward as hell sitting in Stiles' living room for the first time, Scott leaning on one of the arm rests of the couch and Stiles lined up against the right side of Isaac's body. He felt kind of stuffy and awkward, like he was in the line for the wrong ride but didn't want to embarass himself by getting out of line and making some kind of ordeal so he just went along with it. Besides, the last thing he wanted was for Scott and Stiles to stop talking to him because he got weirdly nervous watching a movie during Bro night.
Between the constant jokes and the excess of popcorn, chips, Little Debbie snack cakes, candy, and enough soda to fill an ocean, Isaac found himself relaxing. There was something nice about the environment; it was like he felt like how a teenager should feel on a Friday night, like he felt normal for the first time in a long, long time. By the time they had finished Captain America: The First Avenger and had switched it out for Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Isaac was quoting every major line right alongside with Stiles.
They tore through the first Rush Hour, Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, The Dark Knight, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, an ungodly amount of junk food, and the better part of four pizzas. Sometime between countless scenes, Stiles had made his way to turn off the lights, barely managing not to trip over Isaac's long legs on his way back to the couch.
Everything was laughter and sarcasm (mainly from Stiles). All of the moments, from Scott laughing so hard he literally fell off the couch to Isaac and Scott combining efforts to tease Stiles on mixing M&Ms with his popcorn, seemed to melt into one, solid night to remember. Isaac was pretty sure if somebody asked him what happiness was, he would describe how he felt in that exact moment.
"I need to head out, man," Scott said as the credits to an 80's classic began to roll across the TV screen, checking his watch, squinting through the darkness to read his watch. He let out a groan as he stretched slightly, shifting out of the comfortable position he was in on the couch."It's already 1 A.M. and I have work at 8."
"Who cares if you are just a little late, dude?," Stiles asked, a good influence as usually.
"Deaton cares and I'll care if I get fired, dude," Scott said, making his way to the switch and turning on the lights. A unanimous groan erupted from the boys as the room filled with an abundance of light for the first time in hours.
"So you aren't sleeping over?," Isaac asked even though the answer was pretty obvious by the fact that Scott was putting on his shoes. Scott shook his head.
"Nope, tonight is all you and Stiles," Scott said. There was something about the grin that Scott was shooting Isaac that made him slightly uneasy, like he was completely missing something.
"I'll see you later, dude," Stiles said, obviously knowing that this was going to end up happening the whole time. Isaac wasn't sure why Stiles neglected to inform him about this, but then he realized it probably wasn't that big of a deal. People have one-on-one sleepovers with their friends all of the time, right? Isaac was clearly still adjusting to having friends that weren't Erica or Boyd.
Isaac watched as Stiles walked Scott out, tossing a farewell in his direction before he was completely out of his line of sight. Isaac gazed around the room, killing time before Stiles rejoined him. He looked at the pathetic remains of junk food that honestly had never stood a chance in the first place, counting the number of remaining slices of pizza (5). He looked back up when Stiles re-entered the room, prepping the next DVD for them to watch.
"What's next?," Isaac asked,watching as Stiles loaded the DVD into the player.
"We are watching something that I know you have never seen before,"Stiles said and Isaac just knew he was grinning. He was about to sarcastically point out that Stiles' reply did not answer his question, when he saw the bold-colored title screen light up on the T.V., the word Rent stamped through the middle in large letters.
Stiles started the movie, turning the lights back off before plopping down on the couch. Isaac noticed that without Scott, there was more room on the couch and therefore more room between him and Stiles. He would be a liar if he said he didn't miss the feeling of Stiles pressed against him.
Isaac tried to concentrate on the movie, but his attention kept straying to Stiles. He couldn't help notice the way Stiles sang softly along to every song, the way he threw his head back everytime he laughed while the light from the television lit up his skin in the darkness and 'God, he's so fucking beautiful'.
Isaac slowly pulled his gaze from Stiles and back to the movie. Minutes felt like hours as they ticked by and Isaac felt like he just needed something, anything to happen.
"So,"Isaac started, clearing his throat. "This movie is exremely depressing."
"Yeah, but the songs are so catchy and isn't that like half of the point of musicals anyways?," Stiles replied and really, Isaac couldn't argue.
"Okay, you have a point there, but why Rent?" Honestly, the question had been bothering him for a week now. It just seemed very spontaneous. Then again, it was Stiles so he really shouldn't expect any less. A beat of silence passed before Stiles answered.
"It used to be my mom's favorite movie," Stiles explained, his tone softening slightly. "I used to watch it nearly everyday when my mom got sick. Sometimes, she would forget we had already watched it, so we ended up seeing it twice in one day. I practically have the whole movie memorized now."
Stiles laughed softly at the end, but Isaac knew neither of them thought it was funny. He always felt like a world class asshole whenever he made Stiles bring up his mom. It was like opening a door he couldn't close and he just wanted to make him feel okay.
Isaac bit his lip, reaching out and placing his hand gently on top of Stiles'. He watched as Stiles looked down at their hands, then up at his face and man, all he wanted was to kiss him, right then and there, but he couldn't, so he settled on intertwining his fingers with Stiles', shooting him a lazy grin.
And then Stiles was kissing him. Right then and right there, Stiles lips were pressed against Isaac's and for a moment, Isaac forgot how to breathe.