No Luck

What Are We Figthing For?

What are we fighting for?
Seems like we do it just for fun
In this, this stupid war
We play hard with our plastic guns
Breathe deep, bottle it up
So deep until it's all we got
Don't speak, just use your touch
Don't speak before we say too much
You hate me now and I feel the same way
You love me now and I feel the same way
Scream and we shout
And make up the same day, same day
Oh, we're on the right side of rock bottom
And I hope that we keep falling
We're on the good side of bad karma
'Cause we keep on coming back for more
We're on the right side of rock bottom
And to you I just keep crawling
You're the best kind of bad something
'Cause we keep on coming back for more
You get under my skin
More than anyone's ever been
But when we lay in bed
You hold me harder till I forget

- Rock Bottom, Hailee Steinfeld

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"I don't like him." Stiles crosses his arms and huffs, staring at Lydia and Aiden in the front seat of the bus. Scott shrugs, thinking about other things at the moment, like Isaac. "You're not dating." Scott reminds Stiles, who narrows his eyes.

As if it wasn't bad enough that they had to sit in a bus for hours, he had to watch them flirt. "Yeah, but we're like Cory and Topanga. Even though we aren't dating yet, everyone knows that we're going to end up together so everyone else is suppose to back off."

"That's not how things work, Stiles." Scott shakes his head at his friend. Stiles pouts and leans his head on Scott's shoulder. "Why can't you just lie to me and tell me that Lydia and I will get married soon and no guys will ever look at her like Aiden is right now?" Stiles asks in sad kid voice, glaring at the back of Aiden's head.

The boy with the uneven jaw sighs, he wishes things could be like that too. He wishes that things would always be perfect, or at least that something bad wouldn't happen every month. Is one good month too much to ask for? He doesn't think so.

Scott's eyes shift to Isaac, who's sleeping with his headphones in, a frown on his face. "How much longer?" Scott asks Stiles. Stiles lifts his head from his best friends shoulder and looks at his watch. "About three hou- oh hell no." Stiles starts to stand, but Scott, being the good friend he is, grabs him and makes him sit down.

"His hand needs to get off her knee before I cut it off." He makes a gesture to Lydia and Aiden. Aiden is way bigger than Stiles, and is as strong as a horse, so trying to cut his hand off would be one of the dumbest things he's ever done, and Stiles has done some crazy stupid shit before.

He makes a huffing noise, obviously mad about not getting to chop someones hand off. Stiles stands up again and breaks away before Scott can stop him. But instead of going to chop body parts off, he goes and sits next to a boy that looks like he's going to puke any second.

In only a few minutes, everyone is off the bus.

Scott stands outside, resting his palm on the bus and stretching his leg that was asleep. Stiles passes him to go sulk or yell at Lydia or whatever his dumbass chooses to do that day. He feels someone tap his back and turns around, being met with a curly-haired boy wearing a scarf.

"It's as hot as Satan's prostate right now, why the scarf?" Scott questions. Isaac grins and shrugs his shoulders. "Scarves are the shit, man. I'm going to buy you one." He seems completely serious, but laughs after, making Scott laugh with him.