Friendship and Curly Fries [Stiles]

When Stiles told Ayame that it wasn’t that he didn’t hang out with Scott, she sent him a bit of a look. He then said that he was busy with his new girlfriend. That really ruffled Ayame’s feathers. ”Yeah but you’re his friend and you’ve been his friend for ages. While I can get wanting to spend time with your significant other you should still make time with your friends, or combine the two, you know?” She said before she paused a bit. ”I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know Scott all that well… I don’t know if you two do spend a lot of time together when we’re not around each other or if you and his girlfriend get along or anything like that.” She stopped herself, she was babbling.

She paused a moment, collecting her thoughts before she started talking to this time, before she continued. ”But I do know you…and I know you would never do that to him…so I guess I’m just confused,” she said quietly, wondering if she put her foot in her mouth. She hoped it didn’t sound like she insulted Scott because she knew Stiles would defend his friend to the end, even if he was being stupid by spending a lot of time with his girlfriend and not so much with Scott. She didn’t know their history, his history, or anything like that. She just hoped that Stiles understood where she was coming from. After all, she really did only have one side of the story and that was his. Even if he was okay with it, it still upset her that someone would treat her friend this way, even if…well…he was Scott’s friend first and foremost.

Then Ayame mentioned Stiles’ huge crush on Lydia Martin. He stuttered out a question, asking her how she knew about it before he turned about the color of a large cherry. She smiled over at him, pulling a topping off of the pizza and popping it into her mouth. ”You don’t talk as quietly as you thin you do,” she stated with a shrug of her shoulders. She waited a bit to see if he would answer or not before she blinked a few times. ”Also, I was wondering, why her second husband? What happened to the first?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed together as she gazed over at her friend, a little confused as to why he had chosen to be her second husband and not her first. Plus, maybe this would be a good way to redirect the obvious embarrassment that Stiles was feeling about her, or anyone else, knowing about his several yearlong crush on Beacon Hills High’s Queen Bee.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 455
Notes; Our nerdy sleepover just got awkward

Ayame felt like she had firmly inserted her foot not only into her mouth, but down her throat. She felt rather embarrassed and was sure that Stiles felt the same way. He told her that it was cool and to not worry about it, but she couldn’t help it. She felt more awkward now than when she had first met Stiles. He told her that they would pretend the entire conversation had never happened. Even so, she knew it had happened, she knew that she opened her mouth about something she knew nothing about. She felt…foolish and that was something that Ayame had felt before, but it was a feeling that she wasn’t really all that proud of.

Of course, the girl couldn’t help but smile a bit as Stiles asked her about how they were all a little confused. She smiled over at him a little after he nudged her. ”Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” she murmured in response. Well…at least things are a little less awkward, she thought to herself. She knew that things were only awkward if you let them be awkward, but Ayame had won that award fair and square that day. It was the way that it was and to be honest, Ayame had worried about their friendship there for a moment. She had backtracked so fast she probably fell into the hole that she had dug herself, but she digressed. So far, Stiles hadn’t kicked her out so that was a good thing…right?

Stiles responded to Ayame’s question about Lydia’s first husband and the girl let out a laugh, unable to help herself before he explained that with his knowledge of the law and the police, he could easily get away with murder. ”I’ll remember that,” she stated with a grin before he told her about how his crush with Lydia went way back into his childhood and how it was a long story. Ayame nodded her head a bit, not fully understanding. She had had crushes on people but none that lasted as long as Stiles’. ”Well perhaps one day when you’re comfortable I can hear it,” she said with a smile in his direction. ”At least you have the guts to talk to your crush… Any crushes I have usually ends in disaster…” She trailed off a bit before she shrugged her shoulders. Her luck with boys was not the best…at all.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 404
Notes; Well...now things are a little less awkward.

Ayame’s Caped Crusader told her that the only reason he could talk to Lydia was because he valued her as a person now since she helped him with more than a few things that even Scott didn’t know about. Ayame nodded his head in response before he stated that the fact that he had a crush on her since the third grade was rather creepy, especially since the first time he finally talked to her was last year. Even Ayame had to admit that it was a little creepy, but she digressed. Everyone had those kinds of crushes, but Stiles’ lasted a little longer than everyone else’s. Ayame had yet to have a crush on anyone at Beacon Hills High School. Were there cute boys? Hell yeah. Were there any that she had a crush on? No, which she definitely thought was a good thing, after all, she usually ended up doing something seriously stupid in front of the guys that she had crushes on, which was how she could tell that her feelings for Stiles were completely friendship based and nothing more, for which she was thankful.

To say that Stiles didn’t believe Ayame was an understatement. He told her that it couldn’t be as bad as his before he stated the girl he liked didn’t even know that he existed until he won a lacrosse game for the school. ”Oh, no. I mean like…I usually end up injuring myself or them at some point in the crushing process. Before I moved to Beacon Hills, I had a crush on a guy at school. He was a nice guy and everything but I was super timid and super awkward and I had had boxing lessons from my dad most of my life. Well…one day this guy made the mistake of coming up behind me and surprising me,” she swallowed a bit, playing with the tab on her soda for a moment before she ran a hand through her hair. ”He put his hand on my shoulder and instinct kicked in so I ended up flipping him over my shoulder forward and onto his back like he was nothing… Needless to say no guy really spoke to me after that,” she said honestly, still cringing a bit from the memory.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 382
Notes; Right? xD

When Stiles responded to Ayame’s story by laughing so hard that Sprite came out of his nose, she was mildly surprised and immediately started laughing, despite how he told her that it burned and how it obviously hurt. She couldn’t help it. She was more than a little amused by her friend’s pain, which she knew was terrible, but she couldn’t help it. She placed her hand over her mouth, trying to cover up her amusement to his pain, but in retrospect, he had been laughing at her so she figured this was good pay back, but she didn’t voice that, instead she laughed from behind her hand, trying to stifle it as Stiles stuffed the napkins he had grabbed up his nose. Her hand was pressed so hard over her mouth that it was made quite clear that she was laughing far harder at him then he was at her.

Finally, the two calmed down significantly in their laughter before Stiles spoke again. He told Ayame that he was sorry for laughing but her flipping a guy over her shoulder sounded insanely awesome and cool. Ayame let out a bar of a laugh before she shook her head a bit at him. He told her that she had to show him how to do that when his wrist healed up since it could come in handy at some point in his life. Ayame nodded her head, smiling. ”Yeah! I can totally do that,” she said with a smile, glad that Stiles didn’t think she was weird. Then again, had she known about all the weird stuff that had happened in his life, she probably wouldn’t have thought that what she did was weird at all either, but she digressed. She was normal, she knew nothing of this werewolf business, although she did get that weird feeling when she touched those scratches on the door…

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 316
Notes; N/A

Ayame had been happily munching on food and snacks while the movie was going on. Occasionally she would smart off towards the movie and Stiles would laugh or chuckle but at one point, his laughter and chuckle stopped. Ayame had wondered if her sassy nature had started to annoy him but decided not to care as she continued to watch the movie. It was over soon enough and it was only then that Ayame turned to look at her friend. Now it was her turn to chuckle as she noted that her friend was fast asleep. She rolled her eyes a bit before she cleaned up a little, using the light of the constantly replaying DVD menu before she took out her DVD, turned off the player, and then turned off to the TV. Not long after that did she text her aunt, telling her that she was alright before she went off to change into her pajamas and brush her teeth. She settled down on the rather large pillow and blanket next before she snuggled under the covers and attempted to hit the hay. She had some issues trying to get to sleep, feeling a little uneasy for some reason. The feeling she had when she touched the scratches on the door made her feel uncomfortable now that she was laying there thinking about them.

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long after Ayame started thinking for her mind to wander off, telling herself that she was crazy and that there was no way it had actually happened. She instead thought of her life in Beacon Hills and how in a little under a month, her life had done a complete 180 now that she had someone she called her friend. These thoughts were what helped her relax. She drifted off to sleep and soon enough, was dreaming her own dream. Thankfully, not having a nightmare like Stiles. Instead she dreamed of her family, her mother and father, and of their happiness before it was all but taken away from her. Still, for that short amount of time she was asleep, she felt real joy and happiness. She learned some new boxing moves from her father and then the two of them and her mother went out on a picnic. Hell, even Keiko was there and enjoying herself, which was pretty rare since the young woman hadn’t liked Ayame since her birth, but the youngest Moon decided that that didn’t matter too much. She decided that those little idiosyncrasies didn’t matter all that much when you were desperate for your family back, when you wanted your happiness back.

Ayame was awoken when she heard Stiles screaming. He screamed for someone to leave him alone and every fiber of Ayame’s being told her to jump in to action, to defend her friend. She almost listened. She almost sat up, wanting to see what had scared her friend when she heard his father’s footsteps coming down the stairs. She stayed calm and relaxed, acting as though she was asleep as the father awoke his son. She could hear Stiles’ crying before hearing him tell his dad that he was alright. The sheriff asked his son when he was planning on telling him that he was having nightmares again. Ayame stayed silent, still pretending to sleep as the Sheriff told his son to let him help him after the boy didn’t answer. Stiles pleaded with his father for them to talk about it later, no doubt in case Ayame awoke. The sheriff silently agreed, saying that he would see him in the morning before the two said good night to each other. Ayame laid there quietly, trying to get herself to go back to sleep. She wanted to see if Stiles was okay, she wanted to know what was going on with her friend, but she didn’t want to ask. She knew the moment she did, he wouldn’t want to talk about it, so, instead, she snuggled deeper into her blanket, as though it would shield her from the world, and fell back asleep again.

~*~*~Time Skip~*~*~

The next morning, Ayame awoke from her slumber before the remaining members of the Stilinski family. She stretched and looked about a moment before she looked at her phone, checking the time and replying to a few texts from her aunt. She then got up and made her way into the kitchen. Seeing as she wanted to make a good impression on Stiles’ dad and wanted to make Stiles have a good start to the day after his stressful evening, she quietly looked around the kitchen, finding various supplies that she needed. Strangely enough, she found everything in the small kitchen and did her best to not only quietly clean up the kitchen, but also make the Stilinskis breakfast. Within a few short moments, dishes were clean, dried, and put away and the smell of blueberry pancakes, a few normal pancakes, and bacon filled the house. She even started a pot of coffee of the Sheriff. She hummed gently as she moved around the kitchen, making sure to clean as she cooked to keep it clean since she had just straightened it up. She knew that they would fuss about it, tell her that she shouldn’t have, but she didn’t care. She wanted to do it so…she did. It was how Ayame was, and how things were in her own home so…she did it there.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 907
Notes; Holy postage from us both XD

Ayame had finished making her first plate of pancakes when she heard someone enter the kitchen. She turned and gazed over at Stiles’ father. She smiled at the older man, waving at him with her spatula. She could tell from his stunned silence that he hadn’t figured she would be awake, or at least doing this. ”The coffee’s done and I got done with the first batch of pancakes if you want any. I’m also planning on making bacon if you want to steal some before Stiles wakes up,” she whispered with a playful smile. The man paused before he nodded his head in thanks. As he got himself some coffee and fixed it up the way he liked it, Ayame went to making more pancakes and frying up some bacon before Stiles woke up so his dad could steal a few slices before the smell of food awoke his son. ”You didn’t have to do this you know,” he told her as he sat down at the now clean kitchen table. ”I know but I figured you were nice enough to let me stay last night so I’d do something nice for you and Stiles… I know he had a rough night,” she stated, her voice somewhat quiet before the man nodded his head in response.

It wasn’t much longer before Stiles awoke and wandered into the kitchen just as Ayame was finishing off the last bit of bacon and her last pancake. She placed it on the third plate and set it on the table where either she or Stiles would sit. She then placed the large plate of bacon down as well, but in the middle of the table. Stiles mumbled a good morning and Ayame smiled at him. ”Mornin’, Batman,” she chirped in response before he poured himself some coffee. She placed the dirty spatula into the sink, along with everything but the still hot skillets on the stove cooling down and grabbed herself a cup of coffee. She drank it as she always drank it. She enjoyed her coffee black, but she also enjoyed putting a lot of sugar in the cup as well. She liked it more sweet than bitter, much how she liked when it came to the company she kept, which was why she liked Stiles. He was far more sweet than bitter and she truly did enjoy that about him, and appreciate it. She had enough pessimism in her life.

Stiles seemed to have spotted the bacon in no time as he told his father that he could have two pieces and that was it. The sheriff of the Beacon Hills police department held up his hands, showing his son that he surrendered before he grabbed two slices of bacon and set them next to his pancakes that he had sitting on his plate before Ayame snapped her fingers, remembering that she needed to grab the syrup. She grabbed the warm bottle from the microwave and placed it back down at the table, sitting back down before she turned to Stiles as he told Ayame that she didn’t need to do what she did. She smiled, as did the Sheriff. ”Your dad already told me I didn’t need to, but I wanted to. I always make these for my cousin at home so I figured I’d do this for you guys as a thanks for everything,” she said with a bright smile as she looked between the two Stilinskis, pouring warm syrup all over her pancakes.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 589
Notes; PRECIOUS FRIENDSHIP.

The boxer saw the look that Stiles had on his face when he sipped at his coffee and the look made the girl smile. She was glad that he was going to enjoy himself and that he was going to like having her around for the morning, and as his friend. Ayame quite liked the idea of trying to further solidify her friendship with Stiles. Eventually, of course, she would need to do so with Scott as well. But she would wait for Scott to approach her first. She didn’t want Stiles to think she was leaving him for Scott. No matter who else Ayame became friends with in Beacon Hills, Stiles would always be her best friend and her first friend and she hoped that he would remember that for quite some time. She knew that Stiles had that nightmare the night before but she had no idea what it was about. She supposed it could have been about his mother, but she didn’t want to ask. After all, she was supposed to have been sleeping.

After a moment, Stiles thanked Ayame for what she did and she smiled at him, just like she had done so with his father. They were both nice, but it seemed that they liked to do things themselves. Still, it seemed like the two would accept her gesture for the moment, although she had a feeling that the kitchen wouldn’t stay clean for very long, not that she minded. She knew that men were rather messy, but she wouldn’t mind appearing randomly to help Stiles will homework or vice versa and cleaning up a little as she was over. They would argue with her about it, but she would insist and eventually she would either win or they would force her out of the kitchen or where ever she was trying to clean. Either way, one of them would feel accomplished. Whether it would be her or them was decided by what action they took.

The Stilinskis seemed to be in awe of her breakfast as Stiles told her that all of it looked amazing. She grinned proudly before they all sat down at the table and dug in to their meals. Not long after that Stiles attempted conversation by asking what everyone’s plans were for the day. The sheriff was the first to respond by saying that he had gotten a call that morning from one of his deputies, wanting him to come in earlier than he originally planned. Ayame nodded her head before Stiles asked if his father wanted him to take him some lunch at some point during the day. During this conversation, Ayame kept her mouth shut and ate at her breakfast while looking between the father and son. She had always liked the Sheriff. He had been a nice man when she had first arrived to Beacon Hills and now here she was, sitting there eating breakfast with him.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 491
Notes; FINALLY. Will try and post and finish off the thread between Mama and Stiles tonight after my class!