{First fanfic. Let's go boi}
Wednesday, 10:04 PM.
Stiles's POV
It was a late Wendsday night, and I was on my computer doing research for a school project. My heater was on full blast, and I sat in my soft computer chair, spinning in circles. My papers sat crumpled in my lap, but I had no care in the world, writing as I was spinning myself with one leg on the floor and the other being used to write on the thin lined sheets.
With me being me, my ear buds in both ears, listening to whatever god awful music I was listening to, something seemed wrong. Something was out of place, and no, it wasn't my major OCD I have that was kicking in.. It was a person. Someone was missing. This wasn't right.
I flung my pencil on my bed, and hurriedly shoved all of my papers in the blue plastic folder on my desk, closing it down in between my laptop screen and keyboard, plugging in my laptop as I did so.
"Where the fuck is-" I got rudely interrupted by a slim, but muscular boy climbing through my window like it was the most casual thing ever. I managed a small whisper to finish my sentence "-Scott.." He brushed his shirt off, along with his jeans, and gave a shakily, "What's up Stiles! I'm here!" which only led me to smiling shyly, and thinking about what fun activity he planned for us tonight.
I stared blankly at my best friend, and rubbed my eyes, "What do you have planned this time?" I said, clearly annoyed by his epic entrance he always has to have. Like seriously dude, just go through the front door.
Scott rose his chin, and pointed a finger at the ceiling. "Full moon." He paused and pointed at my chest, "You and me." He paused again, and pointed in the direction of my window, "Dead Body."
I was getting at what he was telling me, and no way in hell was I going through with it.
I snapped at him, in a louder voice than what I usually use when he does something stupid.
"Scott! Are you crazy? One, my dad is sleeping! Two, his partners could be out there investigating that case right now! And three, I am not, I repeat not going in the woods with you!" I think I offended him at that last part.. Because the next thing I knew, he was giving me the bitch face, and then fell back onto my bed.
He tried persuading me once more, whining like a five year old, "But Stiles! When do we ever get an opportunity like this! We could win a lot of money if we find the other half of the body- Even maybe raise our scholarship- Oh! and we'll get super popular! Dude we have to go out there. At least for a half hour.. Please, Stiles! Please!" I gritted my teeth in annoyance, "Shut up, you whine-ass," Staring at his uneven jawline, I gave in, "Fine. Half and hour, that. Is. It!" He thanked me, and hopped back out of the window, being careful to not fall off my slanted roof. "Stiles, your dad should get his roof fixed.." I took a glance at Scott, he was already on his butt, getting ready to slide down my roof like this was some sort of play area for children.
Once he was out on the edge of the roof, I hopped out following suit, feeling my surroundings. Nothing but cold roof shingles, and fallen leaves. It was pitch black after all, and all we had were the flashlights on our phones, and those didn't even make it any brighter. I took a quick look around the neighborhood. Dying porch lamps were settled outside, and silence became louder than the screams in my head telling me to get my ass inside because it's the middle of fall, and I have to study for an upcoming test. I completely pushed away every thought telling me to go back, telling me to crawl in my warm bed, and just sleep, telling me that searching for a dead body was the stupidest thing on earth. I agreed with everyone of those thoughts, but Scott and I do this type of stuff every night, and I always get that same exact feeling in my gut. And somehow being able to push it away seems to be a skill of mine.
It wasn't long until I heard the expected "Ow!" come from Scott, who, being the dumb ass he is, jumped down from twelve feet in the air, and landed on his back, like always. "Are you okay?" I whisper shouted, from on the roof. His response was, "Well you ask me every time, so I'm gonna give you the same answer!" He cupped his hands around his mouth, and more shouted than anything. His risen voice scared me a little, and I found a rock that was sitting next to me, and threw it at him, "Dude! Shut up, you're gonna wake somebod-" "Stilinski? Is that you?" I froze in my tracks, as I heard my old neighbor from across the street, calling to me, sounding quite concerned. "Is everything alright over there?" He said in a softer old man tone. I did a thumbs up, feeling if I said one word, I would screw myself over. From below me, I saw Scott hiding with his head dipped in the bush like some sort of bird. "Abort Mission! Abort Mission!" He whisper shouted at me. The old neighbor opened his door to go back inside, "Well I'll see you around, Mr. Stilisnki, have a goodnight!" I smiled, even though he couldn't see it. "You too, Mr. Elbert!" I kept my voice steady, thankfully, and looked back down at Scott, who now looked like a disfigured turtle, hiding in his sweatshirt. "Dude, get up," I hopped down, and landed in the bushes, close to landing on his head. "Stiles! You could have given me a mental injure!" He slapped the back of my head, and I smirked, "Like you don't have any already.." Thankfully he didn't hear me, because he kept gathering all of his belongings, and getting up. Once he found his phone, he swiped the flashlight on, and took one last breathe on his inhaler, before running in the direction of the woods that were across the street. "Scott, if you get me killed.. I'm gonna kill you when I'm dead." I slapped his back, and kept running at his pace. He looked up, his eyes squinting as he was thinking. "Kill me when you're dead huh?" He paused to take a breath on his inhaler. "Id rather be dead with you than be alive with no best friend," He casually took a step back, shoving his inhaler in his pocket while holding his other arm out to scan the trees with his phones flashlight. I was about to say something stupid, when suddenly his words were completely processed in my head, and somehow locked my jaw, and I felt like my mouth was preventing me from saying another word.
I looked at him. His black hair looked quite fluffy, and well brushed over to the side. His hair was one thing I loved about him. It was always well groomed, and soft.
As I watched bits of his hair flow through the small breeze that came about, memories flooded my mind of when we were younger kids, in the fifth grade or so. Him and I would usually sit on my couch and watch TV or something when we got home from school, and I would start taking parts of his hair, and play around with it. I'd twirl it in my fingers, I'd spike it up, I'd put those little potato chip bag clips in his hair. It was amazing. Whenever I was around him, I always got that same warm feeling, ever since we met at that lacrosse game in fourth grade. I feel like there was something there between us, but it just hasn't been discovered yet, or it just isn't bound to happen.
"Stiles,"
I got interrupted during my thoughts. It was Scott's voice, and it was full of worry, and concern.
"Stiles, what's wrong?" The young boy reached for my shoulder, attempting to shake me like I was trapped in some nightmare, or I was frozen from the insanely cold air floating around us.
I just leaned my back up against the tree, taking a deep breathe and forgetting every thought i've ever had about how close Scott and I really were. Or used to be anyway..
"Nothing buddy, just thinking.." I didn't have the courage to tell him I miss the way we used to be. Him and I are still best friends, but when we hang out we just stuff our faces with junk food, or practice lacrosse. And at night he'll stop over, and tell me we're going on an adventure or something. The seconds of silence were broken by him telling me a tragic event. "I lost my inhaler," He took his hand off my shoulder, and let his arm hang next to his side. I looked up, I felt heat rising to my cheeks of disapproval, "Again? Scott, you do this every time."
He just nodded.
I pushed off on the tree, and pulled my phone out of my back pocket of my jeans, looking all around me for his magical disappearing inhaler. "Let's just find this thing, I wanna hurry up and get back home." I pulled the strings on my hoodie, and kept walking around searching for Scott's most prized possession.
