Hey!!! Thank you for checking out my Teen Wolf fanfiction!
Quick disclaimer:
This is a Teen Wolf fanfiction but it takes places in a "parralel universe". There may be mentioning of actual storylines/plots/characters from the show but my story will take place in a separate world. That being said, some characters will be alive after their "TV death" or vice versa. It doesn't really pick up from any certain season. It's just Teen Wolf. So enjoy :)
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Stiles knew the party was out of hand the second he pulled up to Scott's house. Colorful lights were flashing through the windows and the music was entirely way too loud.
While climbing out of the driver's seat, Stiles checked his cell phone to see if his best friend, Scott, sent him any messages. He closed the door of his Jeep before he entered Scott's yard. He passed a couple that were kissing against Scott's porch's railing. After nearly tripping up the stairs, he entered the house and went immediately to Scott's room.
Scott rushed out of his room so fast that they collided. They both grabbed their foreheads and winced in pain.
"Stiles! You nearly broke my forehead," Scott muttered.
"And you broke your promise. You said that there would only be a few people at your party. Your mom is going to flip out when she finds out that you invited the whole school!"
"Relax. She won't be home for another hour or two. We can clean this up in like 10 minutes anyways."
"We?" Stiles questioned.
"Come on, dude. You know I'd help you clean up if you threw a party."
"But I'd never throw a party. Especially not on a school night, Scott!"
Scott didn't seem to be listening; instead, he was walking away. Stiles rolled his eyes and followed Scott downstairs. Scott was scanning the living room for something but Stiles couldn't tell what. They parted ways. Scott went to go look for whatever he was looking for and Stiles went to go get some punch.
When he entered the kitchen, Lydia, the girl he had a crush on, asked him if he could get her some punch. He gladly agreed. After getting his own cup full, Stiles reached over the punch bowl and accidentally tipped his, knocking it onto the ground. He desperately reached for some paper towels to clean it up but he ended up slipping on it and embarrassing himself in front of several people. Lydia laughed at him and then walked away with her jock-of-a-boyfriend, Jackson.
Humiliated, Stiles ran up the stairs and into Scott's room. He rummaged through Scott's closet for something to wear that could replace his soaked clothing. Not to mention, the punch was red. It looked like he had period blood all over the crotch of his jeans.
He scanned the shirts and realized that one of them looked oddly familiar.
"Hey! Scott borrowed this a few weeks ago. He told me he lost it." Stiles murmured to himself.
He pulled his wet shirt off and tossed it to the side. Stiles heard someone coming up the stairs. He flung himself into the closet and shut the door.
Curiously, he peered out of one of the little slits in the closet door. The room door opened quietly and two people walked in; giggling. Scott and his girlfriend Allison stumbled into the doorway and started making out on his bed.
Stiles was shocked but Scott would freak out if he found Stiles in his closet. Stiles quickly pulled the shirt on and started to change into a pair of Scott's jeans. Once he put one leg in, his other leg got caught up and he fell against the closet door. It swung open and he fell onto the ground half naked.
Allison jumped up from the bed, laughing and Stiles blushed.
"What the hell were you doing in my closet?" Scott asked; smiling.
"See it was wet- wait- Lydia wanted me to give her it. The punch I mean! And I tried to grab the thing but I slipped-"
"It's OK dude. Just finish putting the pants on and go back downstairs." Scott said.
Stiles grabbed his phone off the floor. It had fallen when he fell. Then he zipped up the pants and fixed his shirt. He awkwardly smiled at them. Then he snapped his fingers, winked, and left. He made sure to close the door on his way out.
"Oh boy." He said as he made his way downstairs.
Melissa McCall- Scott's mom- stood at the bottom of the stairs along with Stiles's dad: Sheriff Stilinski.
"Can you explain to us what is going on?" They asked him.
"Scott's upstairs!" Stiles tried to make a run for it but his dad grabbed him by the ear and glared at him.
"Get in your car. Go home. I'll be there to talk to you in an hour." His dad said.
"Got it!" Stiles said.
"Oh! And by the way-"
"Yeah?
"You're grounded."
Stiles squinted his signature squint and stumbled away. He regained his balance as he walked back to his car.
"This is what I get for helping Scott out."
