The Stilinski Boys

Ch01 ☾ Twinbasuls

"Hey Scott I think I'm gonna head to bed." I yelled to him as I walked down the hall towards his bedroom.

I leaned against the doorway and knocked on his door three times loud enough to make sure he heard it over the music that filled his room. He was sitting in his computer chair re-tying his lacrosse stick to make sure everything was prepared for tomorrow's try-outs.

"Scott, you're gonna do fine tomorrow. Stop working yourself so much." I laid a hand on his shoulder "You're gonna make it, I know you are." I supplied a reassuring smile to go along with my encouraging statement and he returned the gesture.

"Thanks cuz. Go get some sleep." He gave me a quick hug and I walked out of his room and back down to my own where I proceeded to plop down onto my bed and retrieve my cell phone. When the screen turned on I could see that I had a message from Stuart. I swiped across and entered my passcode to read the words in the little grey bubble,

*Stuey: Stiles is being stupid as always. Put some clothes on cause I have a feeling you're gonna be coming with.*

I groaned as I crawled out of bed and opened the window behind my nightstand. Of course I saw the one and only Stiles Stilinski crawling up my roof, in what I guess would be an attempt to get to Scott's bedroom.

"Oh my god..." I mumbled to myself as I rubbed my temple.

As soon as he noticed me he sent me an infamous Stiles Stilinski smile and an all too enthusiastic wave despite the clearly annoyed expression i wore.

I guess waving to me caused him to slip a little, which resulted in a loud creaking noise from the roof that I'm sure Scott had heard.

Quickly, I ran to my closet to grab some skinny jeans and a hoodie to change into. I then slipped on my hi-top converse and proceeded to climb out of my bedroom window which I shut soon after.

I maneuvered my way down to our patio where I could see Stiles struggling to find a way down. With the help of a slight push he fell over, his legs catching him from completely tumbling off the roof. That's when I heard the 'extremely manly' screams from below me.

"Stiles what the hell are you doing?!?" Scott yelled as he wielded my aunt's wooden baseball bat in his hand.

Stuart looked up from his phone, which is actually a really big deal for him, and actually acknowledged my presence

"Hi Madi." He greeted before returning to his screen.

I shook my head as I walked over to the little group gathering on our front porch. Man that kid has serious social issues.

Scott gave me a look that appeared to be a mixture of anger and confusion, probably a result of me telling him I was heading to bed then appearing right in front of him. However, his expression was soon transferred back onto the nitwit hanging from my house.

"You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles yelled as he weakly pleaded his case. He then switched focus to the bat Scott was holding "Why do you have a bat?" he asked completely alarmed at the fact that Scott had brought a weapon to what sounded like a possible break in.

My cousin eyed his bat and lowered it slowly

"I thought you were a predator!"

"A PRE- wha- look, I know it's late but you gotta hear this," I could tell Stiles was hyped up on a bucket load of adderall just through that one fragment of a sentence. Stiles continued "I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago, dispatch called, they're bringing in every officer from Beacon Department and even State police." He looked so amused, opposed to his twin who was casually scrolling through lord knows what on his phone.