Stiles hated to admit it- hated how cliché it was- but Luke Arnold was in his blood. Like a drug, overpowering every thought he had and he couldn't get enough.
- a story in which stiles becomes head over heels for luke arnold , a caffeine addicted...
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TREADING CAREFULLY THROUGH the woods with nothing but the crescent moon and a single flashlight to light their path, the (not so) dynamic duo began their search.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town!" Stiles said. Scott shrugged and began to follow his friend, muttering - "I wanted to get a good nights sleep before practice tomorrow."
"Right," Stiles scoffed. "'Cause sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort."
Scott started to catch up to his friend, panting a little. "No, because I'm playing this year." Scott paused for a second before talking more confidently. "In fact, I'm making first line."
"Hey, that's the spirit," Stiles said sarcastically. "Everyone should have a dream - even a pathetically unrealistic one." Scott scoffed, and Stiles instantly knew what he was going to say next. "Luke Arnold started off on the bench last year, he was so determined and kept practicing over the summer, like I have,-"
"-That now he's on first line!" Stiles finished.
Everyone knew Luke Arnold. He was always a popular kid, so loveable and sweet as long as he had caffeine in the morning, and as iconic as Lydia Martin was to Beacon Hills. He was also a bit of a success story - becoming a star lacrosse player in one summer. Scott hoped to do the same.
It didn't take long before Scott was panting again - chasing after Stiles, who ran off after the officers who looked to have a lead on the body.
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Luke Arnold was not a morning person. He didn't understand how people could wake up and be thrilled about the day ahead of them. People like Lydia Martin - who insisted, with a grin, that Luke make a 'first day entrance' with her.
The boy wasn't too happy with it, considering he had no caffeine in his system. But he forced a smile as they started to walk towards the school, pride slowly radiating with the envious stares they were receiving.
"-Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia," Luke slowed, watching as Lydia made her own way in. "You look- like your gonna ignore me."
Scott now turned to Luke, watching him with slight awe. Stiles turned back and jumped.
"Luke Arnold?" Stiles said confusedly. Luke nodded, and pointed at Stiles with the lacrosse stick in his hand.
"Stillski?" "Stiles Stilinski."
Luke nodded again and raised his brows briefly. "Well, Stiles, as the pansexual best friend and for my own curiosity, I have to ask why you think you have a chance with Lydia?"
Stile scoffed, glaring at the boy in front of him as he started to stutter. He knew Luke was right, he probably would never get Lydia, but he wasn't going to back down.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe 'cause I'm the batman to her catwoman- and I'm not an asshole like you?"
Luke chuckled. "I'm not an asshole, I'm realistic." Luke looked Stiles over and smirked. "And if anything you're a Robin."
Luke strolled off, a little pleased with himself as he heard Stiles complaining to Scott about how he 'isn't a Robin'.
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Stiles, despite not wanting to, walked into Lydia Martin's party with only his werewolf friend on his mind. He desperately wanted to join his peers in drinking bad booze from red cups, but he knew he couldn't. He had to make sure Scott didn't maul Allison.
He also didn't want to explain to his dad why he was driving home drunk.
It didn't take long for him to spot Scott, and Stiles was actually relieved at the sight. Scott was doing well! He seemed to be completely in control- and so Stiles decided to celebrate with a drink. His only drink of the night.
"Stiles?" Stiles turned away from the patio doors. Luke stood in front of him, face slightly flushed, a soft smile in his face and a cup in each hand.
Stiles glared. "Can I help you, or are you gonna be rude again?"
Luke winced and glanced to the scene of Lydia being kissed by Jackson. He looked back at Stiles, who had also took a quick glance at the couple, and raised a cup.
"I'm sorry about this morning. I wasn't in the best of moods- and with no coffee or energy drink or caffeine in general," Luke chuckled nervously. "Well, I've been told I can be quite grouchy if I don't have my coffee."
Stiles gave in, especially since it was the Luke Arnold. Stiles took the drink and had a quick sip. "Yeah, I heard something about you being a coffee freak."
Luke laughed and looked down into his cup, swishing the bitter liquid around. "Freak, huh?" Stiles quickly tried to come up with an excuse, something to make it sound less of an insult. "No," Luke said. He bumped his drink with Stiles' and bit his lip. "Freak is cool? Don't worry about your rudeness, Robin. "
Stiles gasped playfully and continued to sip his beer. "I'm sorry about the Lydia thing."
Stiles just shook his head and sighed. He knew Luke was right, and if he was being honest he wasn't sure he even liked Lydia anymore.
"No, I think the Lydia thing was more of a 'celebrity crush', ya know-"
Scott suddenly bumped into Stiles, sweat dripping from his forehead, teeth aching and head banging. He pushed past, ignoring Stiles calling out to him. Stiles looked back at Luke before rushing out the door.
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