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             “Oh. Yeah… — Lydia.” He knows he should probably pretend to be sad to not being around her anymore, he does. But in a moment like this where he finally met up with his best friend again and was, in fact, excited to start a new chapter in their lives, he couldn’t have cared less about the girl who STILL didn’t know how his name was spelled let alone what a stiles was.

She’d been the perfect beard, really. Lydia and her way of acting like Stiles did not even exist even though there was absolutely no way she COULDN’T know. He guessed she did it on purpose to make sure Stiles never thought he’d have a chance with her but… Who knows, right? Lydia Martin was not the dumb pretty girl she wanted the rest of the world to think, just like Stiles Stilinski wasn’t the love-sick puppy who could barely hold himself upright on the battlefield.

“I’ll get over it. The best part of young love is that it doesn’t last and there’s always a next one after the one. — Don’t worry about me.” He’d probably claim to be crushing on Izzy, she certainly fit the profile and wouldn’t care about not stomping on his feelings in public.

              He notices the way Stiles’ face   drops, like Scott just brought up dead puppies, or the fact that they were   leaving   Idris again.    He hates the way his   stomach   drops alongside, the way his  h e a r t  seems to be lodged in his throat. Physically his body knows not to be   selfish. His hand extends, grabbing Stiles’ shoulder in a reassuring manner and trying to stop from feeling   queasy. 

                                                ‘ I’ll   ALWAYS   worry about you. ‘                       He shrugs easily, letting his hand fall from the black of Stiles’ shirt and onto the door behind him. Scott takes a minute to swing it open, and without even looking, in he throws his bags.    Knowing Stiles’ new somber mood is   entirely   Scott’s fault, he doesn’t care what the room  looks  like, what   beat   his own heart is pounding to, or if the entire building was on   fire. He only cares on getting Stiles’ mind off of Lydia and Idris. Maybe Scott cant make him happy, but he can damn well   T R Y . 

                             ‘ How about we hit the   training room ??    See if I can’t beat you while sparring in a new   terrain. ‘

Without him, every single day was a blur of grey. This boy was part of his family, he was his best friend and his brother. (The feelings he’d had for him growing up and even now were not called for and would soon enough disappear. They’d have to…)

“I did, however, take a glance at the things we’ll be allowed to play with and may I say the toys are definitely more fun here than those we had at home?”

This place was like a god damn boot camp. The only thing Shadowhunters did was train, plan, hunt, return from hunts. Life in New York was nothing like Idris, it was as much of an adventure as it was a never ending mission. — By the time they finally reached Scott’s room, Stiles leaned against the wall by the door, watching his best friend.

                  “I feel like you are fishing for something so why don’t you just ask straight away what you wanna know, Buddy?”

                ‘ Yeah, Maryse   really   didn’t like us... ‘   Scott’s thoughts trailed off and onto the reproachful   looks Maryse had given them upon meeting.   She looked as if she had just stepped in something atrocious & was just now smelling it, and   of course   Stiles had to act as the catalyst to bait her. He was never afraid of her, of   anything   really. 

              ‘ At least it’s not like little   mini Maryse’s   are waddling around, I was kind of hoping to   AVOID   the apocalypse. ‘       He looked over at Stiles, which as it turned out was a huge   mistake.                        Stiles’ smiles always lit up his entire face. They made his brown eyes shine with both mischief and love... made his slight dimples become that much more pronounced in his face,    and made Stiles look like on the outside, what Scott felt on the inside when around him. An all-encompassing warm glow, like being   home   again. 

                 ‘ this is gonna end   badly   for me isn’t this ?? ‘ Stiles may be scrawny, but he is   N O T  weak. They have spent their lives training, sparring, and breathing   combat, so much so that Scott was afraid he would start doing kicks in his sleep.     Stiles was proficient at most things they attempted because of his natural wit, and with the ability to analyze anyone or anything, he need only take a thirty second look at his opponent to determine where the weakest points were. Stiles could  take him down   if he tried. 

              -------And there it was, the moment of   truth. He had asked in a moment of blind pessimism, his fear of  losing  Stiles to someone--   anyone better than him surfacing.   He loved his parabati, in the kind of love that was illegal, and because of that he was   toxic. They could never truly be in love, that’s not how this works, and if Lydia was any indication---- Stiles didn’t even   think   about him in that way.                                 ‘ I just-----I know it’s going to be   hard, away from Lydia and all, and I wanna make sure you’re alright. ‘

                                 “We sleep five minutes from each other top, Scott. We sleep in the SAME building. This is an upgrade from living next to each other. You’ll see me so often that you’ll eventually get sick of me.” — One day, Stiles knew, it’d happen, but that wasn’t the point now. Right now he was just joking.

With a playful roll of his eyes that was quickly followed by soft laughter, he once more bumped into his best friend, eagerly pulling him towards the stairs. He didn’t want anyone to see them or ruin their moment by talking to Scott; knowing fully well that some shadowhunters had actually been looking forward to Scott’s Arrival and to The Scott McCall joining their institute.

“Me? I’ve been up to absolutely no good, as always.” His gaze wandered, instinctively looking if any of the lightwoods were around, before shrugging. “I met the lightwoods, though I’d call them light-mahogany if you know what I mean. Seem pretty pretentious and all.” And pretty. How was anyone allowed to be that lucky when it came to inheriting looks? “I just waited for you to come so we could do things together. Haven’t even SPARED by my own yet because, seriously, who works out alone? Besides, the training areas are open and I know people would have just been watching and how sad would it have been if I’d slipped and broken an arm? Like? For real?”

                           ‘ Five   whole   minutes ?? ‘       He joked, placing a hand on his chest as if he’d just suffered a   stroke.     The thought was invigorating, however comical. Where stiles had once been a   door knock   away, he was now only a few   steps.    Being physically close to his parabati always made his chest feel lighter, so    living   with him must mean that Scott had done something right.               Until the day Stiles doesn’t   need   him anymore. But until that day Scott will forever be by Stiles’ side.                           ‘ Don’t be   dramatic, I’m  already  sick of you. ‘ ( Impossible. )               Scott finds it a bit peculiar the path Stiles is taking, and even more confused at the lack of  activity  as they move farther. It’s desolate, and the only reasoning Scott can think is that here, Shadowhunters must not return to their rooms until dark, otherwise with this empty hallway was just    cryptic.                         ‘ Why am I  NOT  surprised ? ‘     Scott responds, rolling his eyes with a pleased smile playing on pale lips.   Of course Stiles was up to no good, or else it wouldnt be Stiles.                          ‘ They’re probably going through a lot after----   everything.   I mean you’ve met Maryse, it’s only reasonable her kids would have the same impasse persona. ‘     His eyes roam as well, knowing full well that even if he did spot a   Lightwood, he would have no means of identifying them. Sure he’d heard stories (tall,    dark,    and    mysterious)   but it’s not like they had head shots passed around at orientation.                     ‘ Then the medical team would know your face sooner rather than later. ‘ and Scott hearts swells knowing Stiles waited for him. He doesn’t   deserve   what Stiles gives him, but selfishly he takes anyway.                                 ‘   Lightwoods   aside--- have you met anyone interesting ? ‘

( HEADCANON ):

                  the spare room is   still   Isaac’s room. It is untouched & although Isaac both had little & left little, it is still   I s a a c ’ s  room. It is referred to as such & sometimes when Scott gets lonely he’ll go in there and just   sit. Unsure why he’s sitting in an empty room to make himself feel better, there’s always a little  something  in that room to make him feel lighter. Maybe it’s the memories or maybe he’s just convincing himself there’s still something there but Isaac will  NEVER  truly leave him.