Changing Patterns

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"Lydia! Where's my red lipstick!" Erica nearly howls at the other girl.

"In my purse~" she sings in response and spins slightly in the chair puckering her red lips. "I claim red today, you had red yesterday."

"Ugghhh!!" Erica hollered and stomped back up the steps knowing not to argue. The girls had come to a conclusion that they'd never try to out match one another on the same day. They'd both seen red as their signature, it only made sense.

A sudden blare of rock music caused a flinch to flush over Stiles's skin as he poured the scrambled eggs onto a waiting Isaacs plate. The boy looked up at stiles as his head wiped faster then ever toward the downstairs bedroom in which Cora had headed for. The 19 year old bolted from the hall way only seconds after a roar erupted throughout the house. Swinging herself around the corner and nearly falling as she scrambled up to get into the kitchen and around stiles. Her hands instantly wrapping over his upper arms in a tight grip as Peter stomped around the hallway corner growling. Stiles winces and simultaneously drops the pan in hand.

With a loud clatter all chatter stops, Lydia letting a yell shake the room, not quite banshee. Small splatters of left over egg scatter the floor, Cora instantly letting go of her shield and stepping back.

"Shit! I didn't mean to make you drop that." Cora answers lightly rounding stiles again and picking up the pan. She plucks a few pieces of egg off the floor and tosses in back into the pan.

Stiles thankfully takes the round metal. "It's no worry, I'm just glad I got the eggs off in time." His smile is reciprocated lightly as a small chuckle sounds through the room. As the ADHD ridden boy turns back to the stove he makes sure to ignore the stinging on his arms, though noting to check the surely growing bruises later.

"Dammit Cora." Peter snaps. "How many times do I have to tell you not to do that."

"It's fucking funny- you really expect me to listen. Plus, me and Derek used to do it all the time as kids." She responded smugly, her arms crossing her chest as she stepped out of the kitchen and came back into view in the dinning room.

"As kids- Cora, jeez." Peter whines and rubs his face lightly. Then disappearing back down the hall with silent foot steps. The room erupts in laughter, stiles smiles and let's his own laughter join as he tosses the pan in the sink and pushes out each plate to their respective supernatural. Each took their plate and moved to the dinning table or stayed put at the marble bar counter.

    Stiles looked over the room before him and hummed at the missing five from the pack. Four, seeing as Peter is awake and moving. Malia, as if summoned ran down the stairs of the house and nearly toppled in the process of leaping the last three and turning into the dinning room. Stiles shook his head at the girl, who immediately licked her lips at the sight of her plate, also being pushed toward the end of the bar for her easy access. Allison is quick to follow, Peter again emerges from the hall way, steeling his own plate with a low growl as he tosses Cora's small and half destroyed speaker onto her lap.

    The girl huffs annoyed at the wires pulled free through the bottom and torn metal. She passes it off to the counter in which stiles takes and pushes forward a plate for Ethan who climbs down the steps like a normal person would. He nods a thank you as he joins the others at the table, stiles spinning and pressing down on the trash cans petal and easily tossing the ruined speaker. The final three climb down the steps, Erica and Kira with their arms locked and speaking about some miscellaneous thing. Jackson stepping down behind them, each take their plates and find seats at the table.

    Scott still half asleep with his head fallen against Isaacs shoulder, Kira leaning over Malias shoulder and kissing her cheek, as Lydia promptly ignored Aiden munching down on his food next to her. Erica quickly catching Boyd's sliding hand along her thigh. With Cora snickering with a now dressed and awake Allison about peters choice in clothing. Jackson promptly kicks peters calf to make him move, a growl instantly passing his lips as he moves away, Jackson slips into his seat next to Ethan and accepts the sweet kiss. Stiles hums with satisfaction at the sight of everyone settling and eating politely with one another, chatter filling the once quite room.

    A smile slips over his face before Scott clears his throat and stands abruptly- "right, everyone!" Heads turn and chatter dies. Hisses of others shushing the whisperers in the room. "Derek comes back tonight from his week long meeting with the new hunters that have gotten quite angry at our packs growth and rising."

    "Whoop! Whoop!!" Aiden hollers over the quite in the room.

    "Thanks," Scott sighs out. "Finally relieved of my main responsibilities," another sigh. "But also means quite till the morning, he's had a long and stressful week keeping us off the kill list."

    Erica pipes up in a small voice, "so, we're not gonna see him tonight?"

    "Probably wants to rest babe." Boyd answered. She nods at the words and licks her lips.

    "That's all I guess, those who aren't ready go ahead and start to get ready, almost time to leave." Scott answers the silence.

    The room fell back into chatter, stiles took the voices as his cue to start cleaning up. Easily tossing the cooking dishes into the sink and starting the water. After some members file out he moved to the dinning room and started collecting plates, Isaac, being the sweet heart he is, notices and helps clean up the plates. Stiles smiles gently at the boy and takes the plates with a tap on his shoulder.

    "Go get properly dressed, I got this." Stiles nodded toward the stairs, Isaac complying with a thank you and nodding his head into the side of Stiles's own. A motion that the two had come to find as a normal comfort after stiles had found and comforted Isaac through a strangely tough panic attack. The beta disappeared up the stairs as stiles turned back to the sink, his long journey of washing three pans, thirteen plates, and thirteen cups, along with the mass of silverware that go along.

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