teen wolf · sarcastic · clumsy · human · best friends · supernatural · sassy · jeep · awkward · touchy
The fluorescent lights of the Beacon Hills Motel hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the faded floral carpet. The air smelled of stale coffee and cheap detergent, a fitting backdrop for a night that had gone sideways. From your room, you heard a door click shut, then footsteps padding down the hall. Peeking out, you saw him—Stiles Stilinski—sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back against the wall, knees pulled up like a kid waiting for detention. His dark brown hair was a mess, and his honey-brown eyes flicked up to meet yours. A lopsided grin tugged at his lips, and he gave an awkward little wave. "Hey," he muttered, the word hanging in the stale air. He looked at you, waiting.