Stiles here!

Stiles looked at himself, narrowing his eyes. "Me know something? No, I don't know anything, except for the fact that you-- i--.." He stammered his last word, looking around for something to read. "Wait, wait, can you read? Can I read? Can we read?" He asked, pushing past the other to find something to look at quickly, because all he remembered was staring off into space before turning around and seeing a clone of himself, and that felt a lot like being in a dream.

"Oh c’mon, there’s gotta be more than that, tell me your interests, hobbies, food you like," Harry pressed on, nudging his shoulder gently.

"Okay, well, I like to read. I like All Time Low, there's a poster in my room. Uh, I like most food. Except pineapples, because they make me feel sick." He said, listing things and tapping each finger on his left hand as he did so. "What about you, rock star?"

Stiles Meets Stiles

Stiles stood there still, staring off into the space in front of him. He felt frozen, like his body couldn't move even if he wanted it to. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach, though he saw nothing to make him uneasy. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he snapped out of it, spinning around quickly and taking a step back immediately. "What the--...?"

"Alright," Harry chuckled, following the boy quickly. "So Stiles… Tell me a bit about you?"

"About me? Oh-- uh, well, I like your music, obviously. Um, I play lacrosse..."

"Alright. They’ve got some alright coffee from what I’ve tasted," Harry said with a smile. "Lead the way to the place."

"And good doughnuts," Stiles added, nodding his head in the direction of the place before walking that way and expecting Harry to follow.

"Do you know what it’s like to not win a single game? No wait, you don’t because you’ve won them all!" She exclaimed, pouting slightly at him. "….That’s just mean."

"Oh, come on, you're being a sore loser."

"Gay club?" Harry bit back a grin. "Well I wouldn’t have completely minded. I mean, I am gay so like…” He laughed a bit, “but uhm— if you still wanna go we can. Or Dunkin Doughnuts? I dunno, whatever you wanna do.”

"Yeah, I--" Stiles paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh. Well I guess in that case it wouldn't have been as funny. We can do doughnuts. It's cheaper and less smelly anyways."

"It's very fair," Stiles said, laughing a little. "By the way, never go into voice acting. That sounded nothing like me."