Play A Little Ball (Stiles)

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Scott stood in the hallway of Beacon Hills High School, he was a sophomore this year along with his best friend Stiles. Wait a minute...where was Stiles? He usually was with Scott by now but maybe he was running just a little late today. Scott opened his locker door and looked over his shoulder at Allison's locker, he frowned finding no one standing there smiling at him every day. He shook his head in disgust, there would be no getting Allison back like it used to be, before she had ever found out that he was a werewolf. Scott really didn't want to go to his next class which was history, he was pretty good at history class anyway so why go? He shrugged and shoved his book in his locker and closed the door an walked down the hall and out the door that led to the lacrosse field. He sat down on the bleachers and sighed, wishing he had his best friend here with him. He started listening closely to Stiles' voice, it was actually nearby. 

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles was currently walking through the halls, though he didn’t really feel like going to History, and something told him his best friend didn’t either. How he figured that, well, he accounted it to almost his entire lifetime of spending time and hanging out with the guy. He shrugged and shouldered his backpack onto his shoulder more comfortably and left the school, heading for the bleachers. Catching sight of a lacrosse buddy of his, he chatted with him before breaking off and heading for the bleachers, seeing someone sitting there, having a hunch that it was Scott. As he got closer, he knew he was right, and grinned, bouncing ungracefully up and flopping down onto the seat beside him, dumping his backpack beside him. ”Hey Batman! Didn’t want to go to History?” He asked, stretching his legs out and lounging casually, as casually as the clumsy teen could, given he wasn’t exactly a swan or anything, much as he might wish he was.

NOTES :: None~
MUSIC :: Clocks - Coldplay
WORDS :: 163
TAGS :: Scott;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

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Scott just happened to look to his right and see Stiles walking toward him and plop down beside him. When Stiles asked if he didn't want to go to history, Scott smiled. "No, not really. I don't feel like hearing someone go on and on about something I already know." He looked at the lacrosse field and back at Stiles. "You up for playing some lacrosse, werewolf style?" He smiled, and tried to hold down a laugh that was trying to force it's way out. He stood up, and now all hyper, jumping up and down like an excited little kid. "Come on, Stiles. Let's go!" He jumped off the top bleacher and landed perfectly on the ground, luckily with him not being able to get hurt as bad, stopped him getting hurt badly from the log jump. He bounds across the lacrosse field, you could say he was extremely hyper but he wasn't quite sure why he imwas so pumped up, it was just as bad as Stiles' ADHD, and that was something Scott didn't have. He stopped and looked back at Stiles.

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles grinned as Scott smiled, and he reclined a bit further back on the bench, not exactly comfortable, but hey, at least he looked it. Sort of. "No, not really. I don't feel like hearing someone go on and on about something I already know." He looked at the Lacrosse field and back at him. ”Dude, totally know what you mean.” He said, and he did. Being the general research geek he was, he was more than capable in all of his classes to do well, so he knew the information already. "You up for playing some lacrosse, werewolf style?" His best friend asked, and Stiles put on his ‘you’ve got to be kidding face’. ”Are you kidding me? Did you hit your head and forget that I’m a 147 pound skin and bone human? Because I think you did.” He snarked, but nonetheless got up when his best bud did and hopped down off the bleachers, taking the longer, human restricted way so he wouldn’t break something important. "Come on, Stiles. Let's go!" Scott said, and bounded across the lacrosse field, leaving Stiles in his dust as he grabbed his racquet and slouched after him. ”I swear, if you break me, my dad will lock you up for life.” He grumped, but he never could stay mad at his best friend for long, and before he knew it he was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his energy level more than ready to start a game.

NOTES :: None~
MUSIC :: Clocks - Coldplay
WORDS :: 251
TAGS :: Scott;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

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(I love Stiles' hyperness!)

Scott grabbed his racquet off the ground and walked back over to Stiles, putting the ball on the ground and then putting his racquet on the ground. He started to feel his heart star pumping because he was getting ready for their game. "I wouldn't hurt you Stiles, unless you are getting tackled by a werewolf, then you're screwed." He smiled his friend his pulled on his helmet. "Are you ready?" Scott playfully growled but it actually sounded like his wolf growl instead of a fake one. Of course, he hadn't meant to do that to his best friend but it was just him getting ready.

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles grabbed his helmet as well, slipping that on before walking towards Scott, meeting him halfway as he put the ball on the ground. The teen sighed before shaking himself out, looking a lot like a dog as he shook out his arms and overall loosened himself up. "I wouldn't hurt you Stiles, unless you are getting tackled by a werewolf, then you're screwed." He smiled as he pulled his helmet on and Stiles snorted. ”For your information, you’d probably only have to poke me and I’d break something.” He contented even as he finished stretching. "Are you ready?" Scott growled playfully, and Stiles repressed the instinctive shiver at the sound of the real growl. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to it, especially since his mind put the whole growling thing with the whole, I’m going to attack you and your friends while also going to tear your head off with my teeth, sorta thing. Either way he put a grin on his lips and got in a ready position, eyes on the ball. ”Ready.”

NOTES :: I do too. Though it's harder to play than you would think. xD
MUSIC :: Clocks - Coldplay
WORDS :: 179
TAGS :: Scott;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

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Scott laughed at Stiles' comment, because it was probably true. Stiles wasn't the sturdiest guy in the world, but neither was Scott all it is from him is his enhanced strength from being a werewolf for quite a while now, it was starting to really grow on him now, even though their were Alpha's everywhere these days by he knew he would always stay loyal to his pack Alpha, Derek. When he had growled earlier he saw that Stiles had shivered a little. "What's the matter Stiles?" He looked at his best friend, head slightly tilted to one side like a dog would do. When Stiles said he was ready, and nodded saying he was ready also. Scott took his racquet, going for the ball on the ground.

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Hearing Scott laugh made the lanky teen grin lopsidedly, content in this symbiosis their friendship was. They both worked off of each other, and that always helped out in the end. Although sometimes he cursed that bond. Especially since the werewolf noticed Stiles’ shiver. "What's the matter Stiles?" He asked, head tilted to the side slightly, and Stiles shrugged a shoulder, giving a casual grin. ”Nothing really. Just a sudden breeze or something.” He said, knowing that it wasn’t exactly a lie, so it still passed off. And it wasn’t super important anyhow, he decided, as he went for the ball almost a second after Scott did, intent on getting it away from him, at least, because he knew if Scott was using his powers he’d be lucky to even get that at most.

NOTES :: I do too. Though it's harder to play than you would think. xD
MUSIC :: Clocks - Coldplay
WORDS :: 138
TAGS :: Scott;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

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Scott rolled his eyes when Stiles told him it was just the wind the had made him shiver. "Sure, it was." He said to his best friend, sarcastically. It was now time to focus on their friendly game. Scott had the ball in his lacrosse stick and he was quickly headed to the goal, when he saw that Stiles was behind him, he slowed down his pace and purposely dropped the ball to make it fair for his human friend. Scott looked behind him and nodded for Stiles to go ahead and make the goal for himself. He took a step back and looked at Stiles, his bright yellow eyes trained on him and his claws wrapped around the handle of his racquet.

(I'm sorry that it's so short!)

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles knew Scott didn’t believe him, but hey, he wasn’t about to go on and say it. He didn’t want his friend worrying about him even more than he already did because the lanky human was just that, human. "Sure, it was." He said sarcastically, and he gave a calm grin, easygoing as he shrugged and moved to catch up to Scott as he headed for the goal. The lanky teen noticed when he purposefully slowed his pace and dropped the ball to make it fair, and he looked behind him to nod. Stiles watched him take a step back, his bright yellow eyes trained on him, and his claws wrapped around the handle of his racquet. He scooped the ball up, but instead of slinging it into the goal; he slung it to bounce against Scott’s chest. ”Really, man? You’re going easy on me, instead of just going human?” He asked with a raised brow. ”You do know that I don’t like getting it easy, right?” He asked his best friend.

NOTES :: No worries, it's all good. xD
MUSIC :: Clocks - Coldplay
WORDS :: 174
TAGS :: Scott;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?