I got a Teen Wolf poster for Christmas, and the shipping lost it. I'm not a happy camper.

I don't own Teen Wolf.

Is anyone following the spoilers Jeff Davis is putting up for season 2? Because I think I Google this topic everyday...

Eight Grade Humiliation...

"Stiles... are you sure about this?" Scott asked, walking with his best friends to lunch.

He shook his head, "no... but I have to." He opened the lunch doors, and sat with Scott at an empty table, taking out their lunches their parents packed for them.

"I think this is by the far your stupidest idea, yet. And trust me Stiles, you had a ton of stupid ideas." Scott said, taking a bite from his apple.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Come on, Scott. I have to ask Lydia out before Jackson does. We only have one eighth grade dance, and I would really like to go with the girl of my dreams rather than be in a corner with you talking about the newest Family Guy episode. I need to finally do this." Stiles spoke, his voice completely calm and collected. "And you know, you should probably ask someone too. Our social ladder isn't going to climb itself, you know."

Scott dropped his head, scratching the back of his neck. "Like who, Stiles? Like Mimi Thomas?" He asked, his sarcasm dripping so thick it was as if it hadn't fallen from his lips.

Stiles nodded, "Yes exactly!" Stiles chuckled and sat back in his seat, taking a sip from his water. "This is easier than I thought." He told.

Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No way. Mimi Thomas is one the most popular girls in school. She'd go with some baseball player, not me."

"Come on Scott. She's best friends with Lydia. And if I take Lydia to the formal, and you take Mimi, then two brothers united. Lydia will probably hang out with Mimi, meaning I can hang out with you." Stiles grabbed his pear and began examining it for any specs or bruises.

Stiles looked up at Scott, who sat in front of him, only seeing Mimi and Lydia. "Oh, look. There's Mimi, now's you chance." Stiles nodded at her direction.

Scott turned, and stood. "Fine. But I swear to God Stiles if she makes a idiot out of me I'm going to literately go to you house and tear up every Batman comic you own." Scott threatened. Stiles laughed, and watched Scott.

"You make an idiot out yourself on your own." He replied under his breath.

"Um... hey Mimi." Scott tentatively walked towards the girls. "Um... I was wondering if maybe... ugh... you'd want to go to the formal with me-?" He asked, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Move McCall," Scott was interrupted. He turned his head over his right shoulder to where the voice came from, but was shoved from his left side. He turned to see Jackson Whittemore. He rolled his eyes, but felt a ping from Mimi Thomas' laughter.

"Oh my God, that's rich!" She laughed, "Did you see that?" She asked, hitting Lydia's thigh to get her attention. Scott looked at Lydia, who only forced a smile, and a chuckle, but it still hurt Scott.

"Uh-huh," she said, faking a small laugh, "Yeah." Her pitiful looks she gave Scott wasn't enough. Scott turned away, not before hearing Jackson.

"What a freak." He laughed, making Mimi's perfect laugh louder. "So, now that a real man's here, Mimi would you go to the formal with me?" He asked, and Scott couldn't help the anger that welled up inside of him.

She laughed, "Of course."

Scott took his seat in front of Stiles. "How'd it go?" He asked, leaning forward in his seat, obviously interested in the response.

"She laughed at me," he sighed. Scott shrugged, his voice wasn't too disappointed, but being rejected did leave a pretty big-ass sting.

"Damn." Stiles replied, slightly confused and shocked. "I'd take you," Stiles replied before standing and walking towards Lydia.

"And then she gave me the detention-" Mimi explained to Lydia before looking back at Stiles. "Um... excuses me, I think your little friend over there hinted the no, so um... bye." She waved her manicured hand at him before rolling her eyes. "Anyways..." She turned back at Lydia.

"Um... hey Lydia. I was just wondering if you'd go to the formal with me?" He asked, playing with the hem of his shirt, asking with as much caution as possible.

Mimi laughed, and Stiles couldn't help the jump at the sudden outburst. "Oh my God! Two idiots in one day! That's hilarious!" She turned serious almost instantly, as if she was only faking the laugh. Her austere face gave Stiles a worried look. "She says no, leave."

Stiles looked at Lydia who was glaring at Mimi. "I didn't say-" She began.

"Quiet Lyds," Mimi stood, "come on, let's leave before anymore idiots come by." Leaving Lydia and Stiles in shock.

Lydia stood, "I already have a date. I'm sorry." She turned her high boots on the tile, and left. Her hair was down, and it was amazing at what five years could do to someone.

Stiles shook his head and plopped himself down in front of Scott. "How'd it go?" Scott asked as Stiles asked him.

He shrugged, "She said no."

Scott softened his expression and hit his friends' shoulder over the table, "Come on, buddy, they'll be plenty of Lydia's."

"Yeah... but they'll only be one Lydia Martin." Stiles sighed and took a bite from his pear, oblivious to the bruise in it.

"So, what? You wanna... stay over Friday? My mom got a new TV in her room and we can test it out?" Scott asked, wiping the crumbs off his black jeans from his sandwich.

Stiles shrugged, and threw his pear along with the rest of his food away. "Sure. I have nothing to do so..." he stood from the cafeteria table, and Scott watched, "sure." He concluded, grabbing his things and walking out the lunch room without another syllable said.

Teen Wolf

"Life's a bitch." Stiles mumbled, killing Scott's character in the very graphic video game. Scott cursed himself in his head for dying so easily.

The dark room was pitch black, the only light source was from the large television screen that was only inches away from the boys. They were sitting on the glass coffee table, hunched forward like old men. The popcorn Scott made was burnt and lacked salt and butter, or so Stiles commented. But they both found themselves grabbing a handful and sticking it into their thirsty mouths, while the buttons were pushed harder on the controller.

"Yeah," Scott sighed, "That's the third time you killed me," Scott huffed and took a sip from his coke, that wasn't on a coaster.

Stiles shook his head while Scott clicked 'new game'. "No... no, I meant..." Stiles huffed, "Love is shit."

Scott chuckled, but didn't say anything further. He knew whatever he'd reply with would be barked at with a witty remark on how Scott's 'nerd power' brought his social ladder way down. As the boys continued on, the light switch flickered on.

Both Stiles and Scott dropped the controller, while their hands met their eyes. They instantly shut them closed, while they both could feel the headache spreading. "Ah," Stiles mumbled, though Ms. McCall and Scott heard.

"Mom- mom what the hell are you doing?" Scott asked, blinking like mad to get used to the sudden light.

He looked over at his mother, whose hand was on her hip, not a very amused look was see-able. "Scott McCall I don't mind if you have Stiles here, but for the love of God use a coaster? I try to keep this house look half-way decent."

Scott mumbled his apologies while Stiles squinted for his sight. "Come on, guys. You're going to damage your eyes with being that close to the TV."

"No offense, Ms. McCall, but I think you beat us to the punch," Stiles replied, still blinking like he put fresh eye drops in.

Ms. McCall only chuckled, "Oh... don't you two have formal today?" She asked, looking down at Scott's ticket that was thrown in the trashcan.

Stiles groaned inward, "Yeah, mom... but I'd rather hang with Stiles." Scott replied.

"Got rejected, huh?" Both nodded. Stiles picked up the controller and placed his coke on a coaster. "Well, I'm going to bed. I've had enough of teenagers for one day so," she sighed, "there's money on the counter if you wanna order a pizza or something. Just, please don't burn the house down. And use a goddamn coaster, please?" Ms. McCall began walking towards the staircase, her fatigued eyes closing at each passing second. "Goodnight."

"Night," Scott and Stiles called out, pressing a 'new game'.

Teen Wolf

Scott woke up from the sun flooding the room with a orange sunlight. He groaned and rubbed his sore neck for sleeping so horribly. He looked around, he was still in the living room, and Stiles was still in a deep slumber. He rose, and grabbed the money his mother left him the other day, only to see a note attached to it.

Left for work. Won't be home until late tonight. Donuts are on the counter if you and Stiles are STILL hungry.

-Mom

Scott couldn't help the small smirk form. His mother knew them too well. He grabbed the doughnut box, and walking into the living room. "Stiles, get up, man." He threw Stiles' shoe at him, only for it to graze his right shoulder.

Stiles only mumbled something and turned over. Scott chuckled inwardly, "Stiles, get your lazy ass up." He kicked his friend on the leg, and Stiles shot up.

"The fuck?" He yelled, looking around him until his sparkling eyes landed on Scott. "Son of a-..." he stopped, kicking the blanket off and standing. His jeans were wrinkled along with his Beatles shirt. "You couldn't calmly shake me up like a good friend?"

Scott snorted, "No, that takes the fun out of it," he replied flatly. "Come one, my mom got breakfast."

Stiles nodded, still a bit groggily he stretched and followed his best friend in the kitchen, digging into the fat fulfilled breakfast. "You know, I know you don't wanna talk about it, but you really should try forgetting Lydia." Scott swallowed, "You've barley looked at another girl since third grade."

Stiles shrugged, and helped himself to a Sunny D bottle of orange juice, grabbing Scott one as well and taking his seat. He quickly washed the chocolate down, and cleared his throat. "Scott, it's like forgetting about Luke Sky-walker. It's not possible."

Scott rolled his eyes. Of coarse he'd make a joke about it. But he didn't push the topic further, and the two made small talk while scarfing down their unhealthy breakfast. Once the two were down, Stiles and Scott collapsed on Scott's bed, only sitting and relaxing.

"You know, my dad's talking about getting me the Jeep for my sixteenth birthday." Stiles grinned, throwing the comic to the side and picking up one of Scott's newer one.

Scott looked up and snorted a laughed, "Yeah, if you can pass your drivers license first. You can't even beat me in Street Racer." Scott looked down at his new comic, and flipped the page.

"Yeah? I bet I'll get my license before you," Stiles replied, not even looking up.

"I'm older than you Stiles. I'll get mine before you." Scott replied matter- of- fact-ly.

"Only by two months and I'll still get my license before you." Stiles said all but hurtful. The small talk wouldn't turn into a fight, the two were simply play fighting. Scott rolled his eyes, his smile visible but he didn't respond. He'd rather spend his Saturday morning with his best friend, not with Mimi Thomas.

My Fanfiction page is being so dumb right now, and it won't let me see my reviews... :( So, as I wait I wrote another chapter. Updates will most likely go by quickly, except I'm going to my grandmothers birthday dinner at 4:30 and probably wont get another chapter in.

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