Bugs || Malia Tate

6. Toddler Smackdown.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about?" Bugs fingers nervously played with the net on his lacrosse stick, running his fingers through the hole.

"Just a check up," Morrell speaks up, the tip of the pen near her mouth as she watched the Stilinski boy inquisitively.

Bugs hated whenever she stared at him that way, even in Eichen house he had hated the way she did. Like she knew all his secrets and wouldn't hesitate to call him out on it if he didn't speak up. She did it after the Kanima incident, during his stay at Eichen house, and now, when all the problems had been solved.

"You're no longer the counselor here," Bugs points out, noting how the small office space was set up completely different and the plaques in the walls held different names.

"I'm borrowing it. I wanted to see how you were," Morrell explains, pushing her hair back but not once leaving the brunette a boys eyes.

"Hey!" The door to the room is burst open, the golden eyed twin interrupting them with a mischievous smile on his lips. "They called me and said the counselor needed to see a Stilinski."

Morrell looked at either twin with a suspicious gaze, knowing just what Stiles was doing. Truth be told, Bugs had no idea what his younger brother was doing. They had specifically called "B. Stilinski." However, he wasn't going to complain, he would do anything to get out of talking about the last few weeks.

"I specifically called for Bugs," Morrell points out.

"No you didn't, they said Stilinski," Stiles contradicts, the way only a Stilinski could.

"I can't say either of your names but I know I said "B. Stilinski," Morrell once again argues.

"Well how was I suppose to know, did you hear a "B" Bugs? I just hard an "S" which is also my name," Stiles fast talks. Bugs however doesn't answer, grateful for the distraction that is his younger brother.

Morrell rubs her temple, "alright well, now you know I called for Bugs. Will you go?"

"Can't," Stiles says. "I have issues to talk about, lots of them! More then Bugs!"

Morrell obviously realizing she won't be getting to talk to the only Stilinski she actually wants to talk too sighs heavily. Dropping her pen to the table she claps her hands together. "Fine, not right now. I'll call you both some other day and make sure I call only one up here. You both can go."

Stiles smirks, pulling his brother to a standing position and pushing him out of the room before the counselor can change her mind.

"Thanks bro," Bugs sighs in relief once he is outside the small space and breathing in cold air. Both of them standing in the empty hallway, everyone else in class.

"Anything for you bro," Stiles claps his brothers back and smiles.

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"As a reminder, it's an open tryout today. All positions available. This is a rebuilding season, people. Jackson's gone, Lahey's gone... Greenberg, the one guy I actually wanted gone... Was held back. Again." Coaches yells were possibly heard outside the locker rooms and into the nearest hallways as he continued to whistle. Bugs despised that tiny contraption, it always made him jump in surprise and usually it ended in him smacking against something very hard.