Fluff, fluff, fluff. Its sterek and maybe a tiny scissac. Just a pack of teenagers acting like family. Boyxboy. Don't like then Don't fucking read

"Scott... I, I- I have cancer." I say, shutting my eyes, waiting nervously for his reaction. "What?" He asks, in disbelief. "Yeah, I have-" "Don't say it again, Stiles!" He snaps, cutting me off. New Stiles story!! Sorry if I offend anyone who's gone through anything like this with my lack of medical knowledge, I have tried to research as much as I could, but have never experienced something like this so I tried my best to imagine it. Enjoy!!:)