Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

sixty five ; blackout

SONGS OF THE CHAPTER:

HURT FOR ME by SYML

ANGEL BY THE WINGS by SIA

☒ ☒ ☒ ☒ ☒ ☒ ☒ ☒ ☒ ☒ ☒ ☒

SIXTY FOUR;

BLACKOUT

"You're an idiot, you know that, right?"

Sage watched Stiles with raised brows, not even slightly phased by his most recent spout of idiocy. He had flailed off the bench after Scott had come up behind him, scaring him, and now he rested on a nice patch of mud from last night's rain. Their friends were laughing around them at the mud all over the side of his face, and all Sage could do was watch the boy with an eye roll before leaning back to give him a hand to help him up. Allison held onto her to support the weight, laughing through blurry eyes. Stiles had a different idea in mind, however, and yanked hard on the blonde girl to pull her into the mess along with him. He hadn't realized he would be taking more than his girlfriend along with him, though.

"Stiles! I'm going to kill you!" Allison shouted, having been pulled into the mud alongside Sage. She turned to look over at her blonde best friend only to see that she was trying to keep herself from cracking up, a hidden smile threatening to show. "What are you laughing at? You look like shit, Connelly!"

"Well, I think you look gorgeous, Argent," Sage grinned, not upset in the slightest by her ruined clothes like Allison was. It wasn't like they had anything else to do today, and she happened to love seeing the brunette so upset over getting a bit dirty. It was almost as great as if Lydia had been the one who fell. Their other friend, however, was off doing God knows what with Jackson somewhere.

Sage felt something wrap around her from her seat on the ground, and she smiled down at the muddy arms that connected around her waist to pull her closer to their chest. As she turned to look at her boyfriend, she watched from the corner of her eye as Scott snuck up behind Allison, grabbing a hold of her waist to pull both of them back down into the mud. Her squeal and his laughter rang in her ears, lightening the load on her heart. It was an easy, innocent moment of being reckless teenagers that they more than deserved.

Looking at Stiles, Sage's grin met her green eyes as she rubbed her thumb over the mud that was on the corner of his lip. Even when it was gone, she kept rubbing at the lower lip curved to a smile. "You've got a little something right here."

"Oh, yeah?" he asked, his grin matching hers as his eyes flickered to every part of her face before going to her lips. His hand lifted up to her chin, leaning in so that their lips were so close to touching. "You do, too."

He gave her a quick kiss before sliding his muddy hand on her cheek, the mess forming a perfect imprint on her wide-eyed face as she looked at him in shock. He let out a loud laugh, quickly rolling away from his girlfriend to get closer to Allison and Scott for protection. It proved to be helpful, too, when a slop of mud was being slung the few feet between them, and Allison was the unlucky victim of Sage's revenge.

With hands going to her mouth, Sage choked down her own laughter. "I'm so sorry!"

"You better be!"

Allison and Sage got wrapped into their own mud fight, tears from giggling coming out of their eyes as they tried to make the other the messiest possible. The remaining mud on the ground was all over their clothes and staining every inch of their faces. It was impossible to tell that Sage had blonde hair, and Allison looked like something had crawled out of a swamp, but there was nothing that could ever take that moment away from them as they held onto one another to keep from slipping or falling down. Not once did they think about the hours it would take to clean up the mess, or the snort of humor that Sheriff Stilinski would make when she saw the four of them in their current state. They were living, and that was all that mattered.