ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ - ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ

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Sam fiddled with his flannel sleeve, uncuffing the small button, before re-cuffing it with a sigh. "Do you think this is too formal? Or is it okay?"

He turned to Alex, who was looking at him with a humorous grin on her face.

He rolled his eyes, kicking a stone off the ground as they continued to walk. "I'm just nervous, you know? I haven't really done anything with anyone other than you, mum, and mom."

Alex put her hands into her jacket's pockets, glancing at him as she smiled. "I don't think you have anything to worry about; they'll love you."

Sam relaxed at the words, his head tilting up to look at the numerous stars sprinkled across the sky. "The past few days... it's been so crazy."

He could feel her nodding as his feet crunched against the gravel, her footsteps as silent as mice.

"You really need a bike. Walking everywhere isn't going to work forever."

Sam shrugged in response as he inhaled the fresh air. "Yeah. But it's so calming to walk, you know?"

They walked for a few more minutes before coming across the building, which Stiles had texted him the address of earlier that evening.

He could see a small group of people hanging outside one of the doors, so he broke into a jog towards them, quickly checking behind him to make sure Alex was following.

As he neared, he saw Lydia, Stiles, Scott, and Allison - who Sam didn't know had known about the supernatural, although he had suspected.

"Hey," His pace slowed as he came closer before coming to a halt when he was right in front of them.

"Hey!" Stiles grinned at him and his nerves slowly dissolved until he was smiling back, ignoring the confused look Scott was giving him.

"Hi, I'm Allison - but I suspect you already know that." The brunette girl stuck out her hands as Sam shook it, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Yeah, sorry about the funeral. I'm Sam, by the way."

"So I assumed you know about..."

He nodded. Allison released his hands after a pause, turning back to Stiles.

"Ready?" He asked.

They all nodded. Stiles stuck one of his many keys into the lock, twisting it until it clicked. Sam looked back at Alex quickly as she nodded towards the open door, giving him an encouraging smile.

He turned back around as Stiles flicked on the light - it illuminating the giant rink. "Woah," He breathed out as he entered, his eyes sweeping over the space.

Allison went forward with Scott as Stiles waited for Lydia at the door. Sam rushed forward with Alex right behind him, eager to get on the rink. He had seen lots of videos showing him how to do it, how hard could it be?

He quickly managed to find where the people who ran it kept the rentals and grabbed a size 9, hoping that what he was doing wasn't considered stealing.

He would just call it borrowing without permission. Yeah.

Alex trailed along behind him, a constant smile on her face as she looked at him. He ended up at the bleachers sitting next to Stiles, who was currently trying (and failing) to flirt with Lydia.

"Could it be any colder in here?" Lydia muttered, pulling her thin jumper farther down to cover more of her arms.

Stiles gazed at her before turning and digging into his bag, finally pulling out a spare, bright orange shirt. "Here."