Friendship and Curly Fries [Stiles]

Ayame was more than a little surprised when she looked at the Stilinski’s from door while waiting for Stiles to open it. There were three large, long scratch marks in it. She blinked a few times, eying them a moment. She put her fingers forward, gently touching the splintered wood before gasping, pulling her hand back as though she had been shocked. She looked down at her hand a moment before shook her head, keeping her fingers away from the door any more, not wanting to know what in the world just happened. She refocused on the fact that she was here for Stiles and when he opened the door, she smiled at him brightly, before her eyes darted over to his arm, which was in a little sling. She raised an eyebrow at him a moment before her eyes darted to his arm. She was silently asking him what in the world he had done to himself now. The two of them could usual speak without…actually speaking, It was weird, but it was the like to two had a connection that didn’t even need words to have them communicate. She rather liked it, but it was also quite odd and something that she didn’t at all expect.

Stiles moved so Ayame could step inside and she did, kicking off her shoes and moving them away from the entry way of the door as she did so. He welcomed her to his home before telling her, in a rather professional like manner, that they would be in the living room and to make herself at home. He was going to get napkins and plates because pizza would soon be arriving. Ayame nodded her head. ”Sounds awesome,” she told him before she headed for the living room. She grinned at what was before her. A large pillow, blanket, fort, snuggle fest type area lay in the middle of the living room for the two of them to lay upon and watch movies and nom on junk food all night. To be honest, she was quite excited that she was finally able to spend some good old mindless quality time with a friend. She was also glad that that friend was Stiles. The two of them had grown extremely close and to be honest, it wasn’t something that Ayame was against. She was all for it, even if her aunt thought Stiles was some sort of serial killer or rapist…or both.

Ayame placed the bags of curly fries on the table and then the movies and soda. She tossed her bag from her shoulder and onto a nearby couch. ”Pizza and curly fries? My goodness. You’d think we were having a party or something,” she joked before she plopped down onto the pillow and blanketed area. She looked at the table and laughed. ”Looks like we have enough soda to keep us awake for hours,” she said with a grin as she saw his Sprite and Coke beside her Pepsi and Mountain Dew. Apparently they would be at odds in the soda department. It would no doubt make for a fun play argument later, but for now, she would act as though it was completely normal to have the two brands sitting right next to each other. So far, it seemed that only soda was what the two may not agree over. But, to be honest, soda was soda regardless of what brand it was. Ayame just wasn’t always a fan of the taste of Coke, or the extra fizziness that came with it. Although, knowing Stiles, that was probably what he liked most about it.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 607
Notes; Hinted to a little Druid action but now? Only sleepover goodness!

Ayame rolled her eyes a bit at Stiles, a grin tugging at her lips as he tried to move his injured arm behind his back. She snorted a bit, once more keeping their wordless communication up and running. She shook her head at him playfully before she sent him a look that told him he would need to tell her about what happened eventually before she made her way into the living room with all of her stuff. As she waited for Stiles to get back out there with the plates and napkins she hoped the pizza man would arrive soon. She was practically starving and as such, her stomach demanded sustenance. Alright, she wasn’t actually starving, but man was she hungry. She could probably eat an entire pizza by herself but with her aunt on her health kick, it was surprising the woman let her stop at the diner for curly fries.

Finally Stiles walked back into the room, stating that they were having a business meeting instead of a party. Ayame laughed and shook her head before he told her that soda would only last the two of them two hours. She looked at the collection of soda a moment before she nodded her head. She supposed he had a rather good point about all of that. Sure, it looked like a lot of soda, but they were teenagers. They could probably drink half of that in their sleep alone! Perhaps I should have brought more soda, she thought to herself before Stiles looked over at her, saying that his wrist was keeping him limited and he hated he. He then gently plopped down and Ayame shook her head, grinning a bit. Stiles was an odd duck, but he was the only person in Beacon Hills that Ayame could call a friend, besides, it wasn’t like she wasn’t odd either.

Stiles then told Ayame that the doctors had told him that he wasn’t allowed to play Lacrosse for two weeks. He asked what he was supposed to do for that time before suggesting sitting on the bench. Ayame chuckled. ”I’m sure if you beg Coach, he’ll give you something to do,” she stated, only half joking before Stiles passed her a Sprite. She chuckled once more before she popped the top for him. ”Hand me a Pepsi?” She asked him as she handed him the soda back. He asked what movies she brought and the girl got up on her knees before walking over to her bag, unzipping it. She gazed inside before pulling out the movies one by one. ”Thor, Avengers, Captain America, all three Hulks, all three Iron Mans, all of the Batmans ever created, all of the Superman movies, although I prefer the old ones, and most of the seasons from the old Hulk TV show,” she said before she turned and look at him, blinking a few times. ”I also have some Teen Titans if you want to go that route,” she stated, wondering if she had brought too many movies.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 511
Notes; Aya's only a little nerdy.

A snort escaped Ayame’s lips when Stiles told her that Coach Finstock would probably make him be the manager of the team or the towel boy or something, but it required him to use his arm and Scott’s mother, whom Stiles told her was a nurse at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, would kill him if he hurt himself further. ”More like she’d skin Finstock alive,” she stated. Having heard what Scott’s mother was like, she had a feeling that that was exactly what she would do. After seeing The Blind Side with Sandra Bullock, she had a feeling that that would be how Scott’s mother would be if she was in to lacrosse as much as those in the movie were in to football. Ayame couldn’t really say one way or the other. She was still trying to understand the sport, even when she did go to games.

Stiles handed Ayame her soda and she thanked him before she gently tapped the top with her finger nail and then popped it open. The can fizzed and she quickly put the can opening to her lips, slurping the foam that was escaping. She laughed a bit before putting the soda down on the table in front of her. She then turned to Stiles as he told her to put in the Dark Knight since he hadn’t seen it in a while. Ayame laughed and nodded her head. ”Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on,” she taunted playfully as she grabbed the DVD from her pile that she had brought out and approached the DVD player. She did what she usually did, opened it, inserted the DVD and closed it before plopping back down on the blanket pillow fort.

Ayame jumped when Stiles asked her what time it was. He stated that he needed to take his pain medications at 5. Ayame looked down at her phone, pausing a moment as she saw that there was a missed text from her aunt. She ignored it and gazed at the time. ”Uh, it’s almost six thirty,” she stated, looking over at the boy, her eyes wide. Her eyebrows rose, silently asking him if he should be panicking or not. She doubted it, they were just pain medications, but she supposed it depended on the amount of pain he was in.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 389
Notes; This friendship is flawless.

With a shake of her head, Ayame let out a laugh when Stiles asked her if it was sad that her doing that wouldn’t surprise him. ”No. From what I’ve been told it’s something she would do for you and Scott,” she reasoned with a nod of her head in his direction. Sometimes Ayame wished that she did play sports so she could see if her aunt would do anything like that with her, but instead she kept up with her boxing and taught her classes. Her aunt had other things to worry about than Ayame and her boxing. Besides, with her boxing came the ability to protect herself, even if she and her aunt argued about how violent it was. To be honest, she had never used any of her fighting on anyone. She had never randomly beat someone up or anything so it really wasn’t all that shocking that her aunt claimed it was violent. It wasn’t MMX fighting but to her aunt, it was just as bad. Ayame had yet to ask for Stiles’ opinion in the matter, but she had a feeling he was going to agree with her so she didn’t ask.

To say that the young Asian was amused by Stiles was an understatement. As the boy exclaimed that he would take off his pants if he felt like it, she practically fell over giggling. He stated that that was his house and Ayame laid there cackling to herself at the mental image of Stiles running around the house in his boxers or tightie whities when his father came home from work. The mental image was just priceless. She was pretty sure she got the expression his father would wear just right too. After a moment, Ayame calmed down and sat up on her elbows, looking over at her new friend. ”You do realize that if your dad came home at that exact moment, he would have probably looked at me like I was nuts, looked at you like this was the last thing he needed, and then stolen our curly fries and gone off into the kitchen,” she told him with a smile as she looked over at him, grabbing her Pepsi from the table and taking a drink to hopefully calm her down. She was still giggling from the mental image. ”And sometimes I wish you had access to my mind because that mental image was priceless.”

After Ayame told Stiles what time it was, he nearly flipped out. He quickly walked into the kitchen after exclaiming that she was joking. The girl sighed a bit and shook her head before she turned and gazed at the TV, which hadn’t been turned on yet. Ayame crawled forward, pushing the button before she turned down the volume a bit and sat back down. Damn, Stiles, are ya deaf? She thought to herself before she plopped down back on the blanket, pillow nest. She glanced over at Stiles as he said he couldn’t believe that he let his medication get past him. He said that his wrist had started to hurt earlier and he assumed he had moved it instead of not taken his medication. Ayame chuckled a bit and rolled her eyes. Typical Stiles. The boy then asked about the delivery taking longer than expected. The girl nodded her head. ”Yeah! I want that pizza, dammit,” she stated, pouting, before she grabbed the bag on the table, holding it up for Stiles. ”Curly fries?” She asked him as she dug her hand into the bag, pulling out a handful and stuffing it into her mouth. After their first curly fry date at the diner, Ayame had learned that the way someone ate had no effect on Stiles. He ate without a care in the world and so, Ayame did the same. It definitely made things more comfortable between the two of them, knowing that they didn’t need to be anyone else but themselves.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 665
Notes; I love these two.

When Stiles told Ayame that if his father were to walk in during that moment, the two of them would have had to explain the context of the situation. She shook her head a bit. ”Yeah…I can’t really imagine that going over to well with anyone’s parents,” she said honestly before she grinned over at him after he laughed. She had to admit, should the two of them had that conversation at her place, her aunt would have had a fit and probably kicked Stiles out. It wasn’t exactly normal for her aunt to be so protective and she had lived in Beacon Hills for much longer than Ayame had and yet, this girl was far more willing to trust one person than her aunt was and her aunt was usually a very trusting person. Had she heard things about Stiles or something? Ayame wasn’t sure but looking over at her new friend, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She liked Stiles, he was nice and he was one of the only people who had wanted to actually hang out with her because he enjoyed her company. Sure, she and Lydia went shopping, but they weren’t even as close as Ayame and Stiles.

It wasn’t but a moment after Ayame pulled the bag from Dean’s Diner into view that Stiles was sticking his good hand into the bag to grab a handful of curly fries. The waitress had remembered Ayame from when she and Stiles were in their last and knew to give them a bunch of curly fries, even if the girl only asked for two orders. The girl turned as Stiles turned his attention to the TV and picked up the remote, pressing the play button on the DVD. The movie started up and the two fell into a comfortable silence as they started watching the movie. The only sound aside from the movie was the crinkling of the paper bag that held the curly fries and the occasional sip of soda that came from one or both of them, depending on how in sync they were. To be honest, this was the most fun that Ayame had had in quite a while. Then again, the last time she had enjoyed herself was when she and Stiles went to the diner so…it wasn’t really all that shocking that she deemed this fun too. She was so absorbed in the movie, though, that she hadn’t heard anyone actually enter the home of her friend. It was a good thing that a Sheriff wasn’t a snake or he would have bitten her.

Ayame about jumped a foot in the air when she heard the Sheriff’s voice asking if his son wanted to explain to him what exactly was going on. The girl turned, making sure to chew and swallow her mouthful of curly fries before she waved a little, smiling at the Sheriff of the Beacon Hills police department. She then turned and looked at Stiles, who looked quite awkward at the moment as he explained to his dad that “his friend” was sleeping over and that his dad was currently holding the pizza they had been waiting on. He then asked what he was doing home and that he was supposed to be working a double. The Sheriff seemed unamused by his son’s statement before he said that he came back for a file he left in his room when he ran into the pizza guy. He stated that he paid for the pizza, which was nice of him before telling his son that when he came back the two of them would discuss asking for permission and omitting key information. Ayame smiled at him awkwardly before the Sheriff vanished and Ayame’s attention turned to her friend. She glared at him before she smacked him on his good arm. ”Seriously, Stiles?” she snapped. It was one of the only chances that she was going to make a good impression on Stiles’ dad and he pulled a stunt like this.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 673
Notes; XD The Sheriff <3

Ayame turned to Stiles a moment, sending him a look after she hit him. He asked her what before he said that he asked if his friend could sleep over before saying that it wasn’t his fault that his father assumed that it was Scott. The girl rolled her eyes, a grin tugging at her lips. Typical Stiles. ”Typical,” she taunted, her tone playful, showing the boy that she wasn’t at all upset with him. She gently ran a hand through her hair. ”I argued with my aunt for three days because I had to tell her everything. She’s a little more protective than I’m used to. Before, she complained because I didn’t have any friends, and now that I have one, she complains that you’re a boy,” she stated, rolling her eyes. ”But when I told her I could probably turn you into a pretzel, complete with melted cheese, she backed off a bit and agreed,” she said out loud before she shrugged her shoulders.

Ihere was a brief moment after Ayame spoke before she turned and looked at Stiles, grinning over at him, showing him that she was messing with him. While she had sort of told her aunt that, she would never actually do anything to hurt Stiles. He was her friend after all. Not a moment later did the Sheriff return, sending a stern look at his son before he looked at her, saying that it was sort of nice to meet her and that hopefully they would be properly introduced when his shift ended. Ayame smiled and nodded, waving to him. ”Bye, Sheriff!” She called, grinning, already formulating a plan in the back of her mind. She then turned to Stiles. ”Don’t worry. I have a plan to get your father to not be so cranky when he gets back,” she stated, grinning brightly as her plan further formulated in her mind. She had no doubts that Stiles would be worried, but she didn’t care. This was going to be perfect and a good way to show her appreciation to her new friend.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 353
Notes; Bwahaha, poor Stiles.