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Isaac unlocked the front door, tucking the key to the McCall’s house back into the front of his shirt and ducked inside. His backpack hit the laminate parquet flooring with a heavy thud as he rolled his shoulders. He bent, unlacing his boots to toe out of them. The house was quiet as he tilted his head, hearing a heartbeat in the kitchen. He grinned and pushed to his feet, padding into the kitchen. “Dude, I was totally going to grab some- oh,” he cut off, head quirking to the side when he realized it wasn’t Scott standing at the fridge drinking straight from the carton of orange juice.
“Not Scott.” He pointed at Stiles, raising his eyebrows in question.

^{[Stiles had climbed in through the kitchen window, which he knew was always unlocked. Scott would be home soon and, during the crazy shit that had all been going on lately, he thought it would be nice to just hang out and be teenagers for a little bit.]}

^{[He got thirsty, so helped himself to some orange juice and perked up when he heard someone come in the door, assuming it must be Scott, since his mom nearly always worked late.]}

^{[He’d totally forgotten Isaac had moved in.]}

^{❝No. I, uh, neither are you.❞}

^{[He put down the orange juice and turned to Isaac.]}

^{❝I thought you were Scott. Forgot you lived here, now. I’ve been breaking in since elementary school, so this is actually not as weird as it seems.❞}

^{[He chuckled nervously and shrugged his shoulders.]}

^{❝Yeah, we’re here alone. Scott should be home soon, I am determined to do something normal today, which is why I was here in the first place. I wanted to hang out.❞}