One Night

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    Scott twisted off his bikes engine and pulled off his helmet and swung his leg off the dirt bike. A potent scent fills his nose, faint, lingering, not exactly strong like the owner didn't touch anything but was there just a little while ago. Scott checks his phone, not only were there no answers to his texts to stiles but stiles would have already picked him up and been on their way to school. Scott sniffed the air again and started toward the front door, Derek's scent was an off at Stiles's, normally its not there.

    Scott pulled his keys out and swung them on his finger, catching the front door key and slotting it into the handle key hole. He'd gotten his own for the Stalinski home just like stiles for his house, like a sort of brothers thing, stiles feels like a brother. The cruiser was still in the driveway, an indication that the shariff has the morning off. Scott closes the door behind him and starts into the kitchen, grabbing a bagel and plopping it into the toaster, then pulling out the cream cheese and placing it next to the metallic cooker.

    Scott started up the hall way, moving straight to his best friends room. As the door swings open Stiles's scent fills his nose, Derek's swinging through the room, the spot in the house with the strongest scent of the alpha. Scott growls inwardly at the scent and snaps his head over to stiles, rolled on his side in his normal bundle of blankets and comfortable mountain of pillows for his head. The only thing out of place is the leather jacket wrapping around his shoulders and over his arms. Scott is beside the humans bed in seconds, leaning down to sit and grip his best friends shoulder and shake him awake.

    Stiles stirred quickly and flung off Scott's hand, sitting up on his elbow and focusing on the teen before him.

    "Scotty?.." he mumbles rubbing a fist over his eyes and flopping back on his bed.

    "Hey. What are you wearing?" He instantly asks the sleepy boy. Stiles splits open his eyes and leans his chin to his chest to look down, his hips peaked out from under his blanket, gray Batman style shirt completely out of place under the large leather jacket that was impossibly comfortable.

    "I don't know." His cheeks heat up quickly and start to dust with pink as he leans up on his elbows and looked over his clothing a second time. "What, what time is it??" Stiles frantically twisted and sat up to look at his clock perched happily and not going off way after his wake up time. "Shit!!"

    "Calm down stiles," Scott quickly planted a soft hand against his friends chest and paused his actions. "Just get dressed and come downstairs, I've got a bagel ready." Scott stood up giving his best friend a look over. From glaring at the jacket stiles was wearing to the tired bow in his head. Scott patted Stiles's shoulder and walked out of the door, closing it behind him and heading back downstairs.

    When stiles came to the living room he had blue jeans, a plain red t-shirt, Derek's leather jacket, and bag slung over his shoulder. Stiles trotted into the kitchen, slowing and letting a smile cross his face.

    "I'm so sorry, I had my alarm on mute I guess, thank you for coming over. Your like werewolf Jesus right know, I cannot be late for class at the start of school. Dad would kill me." Stiles took the offered bagel from Scott who grinned and started toward the front door with him.

    "Your still wearing it." Scott stated, a pointed look at the jacket over Stiles's shoulders.

    He shrugs. "Comfortable, getting colder out, and he left it. So while it makes me look cool as fuck," stiles pulled himself into his jeep and flicked on some sunglasses with a red rim. Leaning out his window to finish is statement while Scott started his bike. "It's also practical and I get to say the big bad alpha werewolf is a total softy~"