𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 ❥𝚂. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒

𝟶𝟿

❝Chaper nine: Mischief Night❞

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  A permanent scowl wrinkled Griffin's face. He groggily wiped the sleep from his eyes, the initial confusion of getting woken up at 12 AM wearing off into pure rage as he slammed his hand onto his alarm clock.

He had been expecting some sort of prank, obviously when being living under the same roof as Liam, but never had he expected him to stoop as low as disturbing his precious sleep schedule. Tearing open a drawer to his side table, Griffin pulled out a thick sharpie.

He found Liam passed out on the couch, and a devilish smirk wrinkled the blonde's face. Some point through the process Griffin stopped caring about waking Liam up, and openly laughed at the giant appendage scribbled onto his cheek. "What-"

Griffin scrambled to his feet and darted back down the hallway, socks slipping against the hardwood floor. He laughed quietly to himself when an agitated Liam growled outside of his door.

Griffin's phone buzzed loudly on top of his bed, scowling in confusion as the unknown number continued to call him despite having been ignored twice already.

"'Ello?" Griffin finally picked up with a bored tone, holding the phone between his ear and neck as he shuffled around his closet.

"Griffin! Geez, dude do you ever pick up the phone? Anyways I need your help- why the hell are you laughing at me," Stiles asked incredulously.

"It's just," Griffin cut himself off by another small fit of laughter. "I don't think you've ever actually called me that before."

"Ugh, way to ruin my good mood, Sergio." Despite his words, Griffin could hear the smile in Stiles' voice as he set down the shirt he was planning to wear the next day.

"Anyway, why the hell are you calling so late, or, err, early?"

"Scott bailed on me," Griffin laid on his unmade bed, "so you have been chosen to help me prank coach, aren't you excited to be gifted this once in a lifetime opportunity?"

"Stiles, how the hell did you even get this number?" Griffin rolled his eyes, sinking lower into the mattress.

"Scott, duh. Now are you in? Because I'm already on the way to the school."

"Fine, but you owe me, Stilinski." Griffin flipped his phone shut and ended the call, begrudgingly changing out of his pajamas and into the clothes that he was saving for tomorrow.

After slipping on his shoes and getting his keys, Griffin peaked out his door, relieved not to find a seething Liam ready to pounce. He snuck out the front door and leaped into the driveway. Griffin was worried that his car's engine would wake up his adoptive parents, but he had snuck out enough times to know that they were pretty deep sleepers.

When he finally pulled up to the school, Stiles was already waiting for him. The boy's unruly hair stuck up in all sorts of directions, the state of it only worsening as Stiles ran a hand through it. "Stilinski," Griffin called out to him as he crossed the parking lot.

"'Bout damn time," Stiles huffed, leading the blonde into the school. Griffin only questioned why the door was unlocked for a moment before brushing it off. Once Stiles had filled Griffin in on his master plan, the two went straight to work. Which meant Griffin would stand around and wait for Stiles to tell him what to do.

The silence was interrupted as Griffin finished hooking a tripwire. "Hey, Shakespeare?"

Griffin hummed in response, standing back to admire their work. "How'd you know to go to Scott, about your problem?"

Griffin turned to look at his companion, a small smile on his face. "It was luck, mostly." He hopped up to sit on coach's desk, "you remember how I was in middle school, a total wreck." Stiles laughed at that, "Scott was always there for me, though. Well until, yknow-"

"You gave us both black eyes for no reason,"Stiles scoffed.

"It wasn't for no reason," Griffin growled as he scowled at Stiles, aggressively jumping back onto his feet. "Anyways, my little incident made me feel like I was back then again. And I dialed his number without even thinking."

"Well then," Stiles said simply, the two exited the office and wandered down the hallway. Griffin shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, staring down at his feet. "If it's any consolation," Stiles seemed to be the one always breaking the tense silences, "I'm glad you told him. I'm glad you told both of us."

Griffin grinned widely as his gaze lifted to the other boy, "you're falling for me, aren't you, Stilinski?"

Stiles barked out a laugh, "in your dreams, Sergio."

"Oh you'd like me to have dreams of us wouldn't you- ah! What the fuck," the two laughed as Griffin rubbed a now bruising spot on his shoulder. The both of them looked forward to their first class of the day a little more as they made their separate ways.

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