Queen (A Sciles Story)

1• secretly work

Scott is a werewolf and Stiles is human.
They share everything with each other, no secrets held. They've gone through it all together.

Or have they?

Stiles' POV:
I open my eyes to see my alarm blaring at me to wake up. "Stiles!" My dad yells from down stairs. Right, school today.

"Coming, Dad!" I yell back. You know, it's funny, being the kid I am. Friends with the supernatural, son of a widowed cop, 147 pounds of flesh and bones. And a drag queen! Crazy, am I right? Either way, on with the day.
I head down with all my shit ready to go, not bothering to grab breakfast. "Hey! Stiles, you got work today?" "Yeah, Dad. I'll see you afterwards?" I ask. "Sorry, bud. Gotta stay late today." And with that I walked out to Roscoe.

My baby, my lovely, my Jeep. Roscoe. The only thing I truly got left from my mom. I hop on in and start the engine. It struggles at first,but soon I'm on the road and off to pick up Scotty.
After a while, he's already in the passenger seat. In the back of my head I hear him speaking to me, but yet my brain decides to tune him out until- "So, you coming?" Scott asks me. "Coming?" "To the Jungle.. Stiles, you were paying attention, right?"
"You want me to be honest?"
"Mhm" he hummed.
"No, absolutely not."
"Stiles! Look the pack was thinking of having some bonding time by going to the Jungle."
"Oh yeah, cause going to a club is the greatest way to bond with each other!" I say sarcastically, "So when were you guys thinking of going?"

"Thursday."

.....

Fuck.  "Thursday? Uh, I don't really think I'll be able to.. sorry." How do I ease my way out of this one? Because, if you couldn't tell from earlier, I'm a performer at the Jungle. I know, I know, you might be thinking 'But why, tho!' And here is my reasoning. A while ago, right after the whole nogitsune incident, I was diagnosed with depression and counseling is quite a bit of money. So to solve that issue, my dad would usually work late and I got a job.
And I know, you might still be thinking 'Why stripper?' Well, there weren't many jobs open to me and I had no choice. It really is a great job, though! You may be thinking that it's all sex and shit, but in reality, I made quite a bit of friends there who treat me like family and I've gained a love for performing because of it. Not to mention, I'm kinda the main attraction there! (even if most of the time I'm working bartending)  Whenever I come out to sing or dance it's just a whole night of fun.

Except today, since I'm gonna have to figure out how I'm going to be up on stage, in drag, dancing- with the whole pack watching by Thursday. "Why not? Stiles you're usually not hanging with the pack anymore. What's going on?" Scott asked, pulling me back from my thoughts. "Nothing, I've just been.. busy." Thankfully, I've learned how to control my heart beat around these wolves, not allowing them to tell if I'm lying.
We eventually get to school, Lydia, Malia and Kira waiting at the front doors. "Hey, guys!" "Hey, so you guys excited?"  Malia asks.
"Well, Stiles said he won't be able to come." Oh, I'll cum, just you watch Scotty boi. What the fuck did I just say/think?
"What?! Oh come on, Stiles! You HAVE to come. You barely even hang out with pack anymore!" Lydia yelled at me. "That's what I told him!"
"Look, I'm just busy on Thursday, but don't worry, I'll come next time." They all sighed and went along with their days.

The whole day just went along as usual, except for the fact that I was mentally freaking out on how I was supposed to secretly work at the Jungle while having all my friends there. I mean, I guess I can just call in sick? No, I need the money.. I'll just dress in drag and hope I don't look too recognizable. Not to mention, none of the pack have ever heard me sing so, it's not like they'll recognize my voice- right?

"Hey, Stiles, you all right man?" Scott said with a slight worried look on his face. "Yeah, just thinking" "About?" What do I say? "Nothing, I just feel bad about not being able to go with you guys." I responded, trying to sound as honest as possible. "Aw, don't worry. I bet that you'll come with us next time!" Scott put on his cute puppy smile. He's adorable. "Thanks."

(Time skip)

I go through the employee entrance and walk through the halls to get to the changing rooms only to find, "QUEEN! Where you've been?" And that's North. He's this blondie with honey eyes who's actually shorter than me; and one of my very first work friends. "Sorry, North. Didn't mean to come late" "It's fine, but you owe me an hours cover next time!" He said wagging his finger in my face with a goofy (fake) angry look on his face. "Ok, ok, mom." I say while giggling.
"Hey, where's Lynn?" "Oh, she in her dressing room prepping."

Now, as much as I love everyone else here at this place, Lynn was my absolute most favorite person here. Lynn is an open pre-op trans woman, who's so confident in herself and just overall the best person to come to for anything. She's about my height, short black hair, golden skin and light blue eyes. (A bit like if Sourwolf were a girl)
"What's up, bitch!" I say as I open up her door. "Hey, Stiles." She responds while applying makeup on. "You going on stage tonight?" "Mhm, all week except tomorrow!" "Wow, you really wanna steal the spotlight, don't ya?" She laughs at my sarcasm, almost messing up her mascara. "Oh, honey, you have no idea. So, what's going on with you?" Aw crap, she caught me. Another about her that can be taken in both a bad way and good way is that, she can immediately tell if somethings gone good or bad- she doesn't even have to look at you and she already knows!

"What'd you mean? I'm fine."
"Don't give me that shit, Stiles. I'm your drag mama, I know you."
"Fine then."
I go on to tell her about the pack coming on Thursday and how I'm freaking out about what to do.

"Ooo.. you do seem to be in a toughie, but don't worry! You'll be in drag. And if that's not enough, you can always wear your hood to cover yourself up a bit."
"I know but.. what if they find out? What do I tell them? What if they're homophobic or find it disgusting?"
"Hun, please, their coming here to hangout. Did you forget that this damn place screams gay?"
She had a good point there..
"Yeah, guess I forgot."
"So how bout you relax, and help me get these heels on."

(Time skip)

I came home, to see no dad.
Of course he won't be here, he's working late.
I check time to see it's 10:07 pm.
On the bright side, since starting this job and having to come home late I've learned to finish my homework before I get home.

I walk into my room, put down my bag at my desk. I turn around and see-

"AH! SCOTT?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!" There, on my bed, sat a certain true alpha.
"You weren't answering your phone." He responds completely calm and emotionless. Hot.

I walk over and sit right next to him, "Okay? That still doesn't answer as to WHY you're in my room, what did you need?" I ask still confused.
"Never mind that, what took you so long to get home?"
"How long have you been in my room?"
"Where were you?"
"What did you need to talk to me about?"
"What's with the dress shirt and black khakis?"
"What's with barging into my room?"
"Why do you smell like alcohol?"
"What if my dad found you?"
"You're dad wasn't home."
"What if."
"Were you out on a date?"
"Why are you still asking questions?"
"Why are you still not answering them?"
I stopped speaking, not knowing what to say now. "Stiles, you were out for five hours. Probably longer, but I only started counting when I first got here." He's been here for five hours? Waiting for me??? "You're point?"
He sighs and gets up, now leaning against the door. "Stiles, what are you keeping secret?" He whispers to himself thinking I wouldn't hear him. You think you have it all figured out until the author of your life hits you in the face with a plot twist. "Look, I wasn't on a date and I most definitely wasn't drinking. It may be hard to believe me, but listen to my heart beat when I tell you- you have nothing to worry about."

I give Scott a small smile, and soon he shines me his back, knowing that I'm not lying. "Now, what was it that you needed me for?" I ask him, inviting him to sit back down. He does and gives me a shrug as an answer to my question. "I just wanted to see if I could hang out with my best friend." I don't know why but when I hear him say best friend, it hurts me. We've always been friends, so why am I disappointed when I hear him call me his friend?

And that's the very first chapter to this story! I've recently been getting obsessed with the idea of Stiles from Teen Wolf as a drag queen, trans woman, or just a fan of makeup! So, I've created this. I don't really know where this story is going and I'm missing quite some things (like everyones drag name, which please comment ideas if you have any) but I'm working on it. Well, hoped you enjoyed and I can't wait to write the next chapter.