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[Stilinski House]
"You KISSED him?" Stiles said, sitting cross-legged opposite Olive on his bed. She nodded, biting her lip to hold back a grin. "I thought you hated him right now?"
"We talked!"
"And you kissed!"
"Yeah to stop him from turning into a-" Olive looked at the open door and quieted her voice.
"-werewolf in my car!"
"You still kissed him."
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[Hale Pack Warehouse]
"She kissed you?" Erica said, wide-eyed, standing next to Isaac back at the warehouse.
"Yeah, but it was just to, ya know, I don't know," Isaac trailed off and Erica smiled.
"You liked it," Her grin reached her eyes and Isaac blushed, turning his head away from her. Erica's jaw dropped to the floor. "Oh my god, you totally liked it!"
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[Stilinski House]
"You liked it didn't you," Stiles tilted his head at her and Olive blushed, shaking her head. "Yeah, you liked it."
"Okay fine, I liked it, but it doesn't matter, we agreed friends first-" Olive mumbled the last bit and looked to her lap, pushing back her cuticles with her nails.
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[Hale Pack Warehouse]
"It doesn't matter if I liked it or not, we agreed to take it slow, friends first," Isaac cracked his knuckles and shifted on his feet.
"Yeah, you don't want that."
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[Stilinski House]
"Friends first are you kidding me? Clearly, neither of you want that!" Stiles stands up and begins pacing his room.
"Why do you care so much?"
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[Hale Pack Warehouse]
"Why do you care so much?" Isaac crosses his arms and Erica sighs.
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[Stilinski House]
Stiles lets out an exasperated sigh and shrugs. "Maybe I just want my friends to be happy."
"Isaac is not your friend, you've actually said you hated him before."
"I did not."
"Yes, you did."
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[Hale Pack Warehouse]
"I'm just being a good friend!" Erica put her hands up in defense and backed away. "Neither of you are gonna be happy with this whole friend's first thing. Why don't you just kiss her for real and get it over with?"
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[Stilinski House]
"Just kiss him for real!"
"I'm not doing that, Stiles."
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[Hale Pack Warehouse]
"No, I'm not risking it, Erica."
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[Stilinski House]
"I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we just stopped fighting," Olive looked up to Stiles who shook his head.
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[Hale Pack Warehouse]
"We just patched things up I'm not jeopardizing it based on a whim," Isaac turned around, grabbing his backpack.
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[Stilinski House]
"We're gonna be late," Olive gets up and grabs her backpack heading out the door.
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[Hale Pack Warehouse]
"You're being stupid!" Erica called after him and grabbed her own bag.
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[Stilinski House]
"You're oblivious!" Stiles called after her and ran after her.
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Olive got out of her car and went straight into the locker room, the team had an early morning practice and she had to catch up on what she missed yesterday. She sighed and walked in, looking up to see Isaac standing across from her. She smiled slightly and he let out a small exhale. They just stared at each other for a second before Coach walked in.
"Oh, hey Brown, welcome back," Both of their heads snapped in his direction and he gave them a weird look. "I was just gonna ask if you wanted to see what we did yesterday."
"Uh. Sure, yeah," She gave Isaac a quick glance before she walked into Coach's office and sat in the seat.
"Was I interrupting something back there? Something that definitely shouldn't be happening in the locker room and is an abuse of that badge not everyone knows you have?" Coach leaned on his desk, peering at her through the top of his glasses. Olive shook her head vigorously.
"No! No Isaac and I are just friends- we haven't even- well I've kissed him- w-we kissed, but it was nothing serious! He was kinda freaking out in my car last night and so I kissed him and it calmed him down so... that worked and it's not awkward at all-"
"Brown," Coach interrupted Olive's rant and she looked up at him and swallowed hard. "I was just kidding around with you."
"Oh, right," She sighed and smiled slightly. "So what did I miss?"
"Great way to change the subject."
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Isaac pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned against a set of lockers, sighing. Scott and Stiles entered the room and exchanged a look when they saw him. Stiles rolled his eyes and walked over to him.
"Hey, Isaac," He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at him. Isaac turned to him and glared.
"What do you want?"
"Sorry, didn't realize you were so busy moping," Isaac raised an eyebrow at him but Stiles continued. "Is this about Olly?"
"How do you know?"
"Dude- she's been staying in my guest room, did she not tell you this?"
"No, I mean we didn't that far before I tried to kill her, so."
"You didn't try to kill her, she stopped you when she-"
"Yeah I haven't forgotten," Isaac interrupts and Stiles nods.
"Right."
"Wait, she's been staying with you? Like in your house?" He narrows his eyes and looks Stiles up and down. Stiles rolls his own eyes and tilts his head
"Trust me, dude, it's not like that, and even if it was she's way more into you so-" Stiles' eyes widened as did Isaac's and they just stood there for a second. "I didn't mean to say that."
"Yeah, well you did, dude."
"And it probably worsens the situation, doesn't it?"
"Well, it's certainly not helping."
"Okay! Gather around, folks!" Coach yells from his doorway. Isaac lets out a low growl in Stiles' general direction and pushes past him to get closer. Scott and Stiles move closer as well, coincidentally right in front of Isaac.
"Where's Jackson?" Coach asks and looks around the team. "Stilinski! Jackson."
"Sorry, Coach, I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him."
"And when was that?"
"The last time I saw him?" Coach nods. "It was definitely the time I saw him...last."
Coach rolls his eyes, turning to Danny and telling him to tell Jackson not to miss any more practice. Olive sighs from behind him and Coach says a few more things pertaining to the championships before dismissing the team to get ready to go on the field. Olive steps toward Scott and Stiles, who are talking to Danny.
"Well, how can we get tickets?" Scott asks Danny who is sitting next to them.
"They're sold out and I only have two, myself."
"What? You're single, you don't even have a date," Stiles looks down at Danny, who looks offended.
"I'm working on it."
"Okay, okay... Hear me out. You give us the tickets, and you devote your life to abstinence, and just-" He's interrupted by Isaac pulling the both of them and shooting Danny a small smile. Danny gets up and walks away and Olive scoots into his spot.
"Good one, guys," She grins.
"How do you two losers even survive?" He turns to both of them.
"What are we supposed to do, no ones even selling," Scott says shrugging. Isaac looks up and notices two people exchanging tickets by the door.
"Wait here, boys. And lady," He pats them on the shoulder, grinning at Olly as he moved toward the boys. The three watched from their spots as Isaac grabs them, tossing them around and taking the tickets from them.
"He's really laying it on them," Olive says, grimacing as he lands another punch on the boys.
"Yeah, that's gonna bruise- oh how does he even do that?" Stiles hides behind Scott's shoulder as he lands yet another punch.
"This is a bit excessive-" Scott says before flinching as Isaac throws the two on their asses, walking toward them with their tickets.
"Enjoy the show," He gave Scott the tickets and held out his arm for Olive. "M'Lady?"
She smiled up at him, taking his arm and going onto the field.
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