Stiles wasn't answering his calls, and he had no idea why. All he knew was that he absolutely needed to talk to him, for some important werewolf-related reason.

That's what brought him to the Stilinski household. He knocked on the door, feeling a slight impatience and a twitch in his eye from the annoyance. He wore a determined scowl on his pouty lips, hoping that someone would finally answer.

This time, when he knocked, someone actually answered. Finally! With a grin on his face, he took a step closer, knowing he could let himself in. But instead of seeing Stiles, he saw you, his older sibling. Holy shit.

He looked at you for a moment, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Um, do you, uh . . .do you know when Stiles is coming back?" He asked, sounding a bit awkward.