Author's Note: I write what I want to read, and I want to read Teen Wolf friendship stories. So this story is going to contain ONLY friendship; no slash. That being said, I hope you all enjoy a little pre-season Scott and Stiles bromance.

1. Lacrosse Try-Outs:

Scott twisted his lacrosse stick around in his hands. He grimaced when the newly formed blisters ached each time he switched his grip. He loosened his hold and let the stick slide from his grip to the floor in front of the bench where he sat.

He looked up and around, eyes scanning the interior of the locker room. This was his first time ever inside the high school. His gaze landed on a few of his fellow incoming Freshmen classmates. They all stood near the door which led to the field. Scott could see the excited anticipation in their stances.

He turned away before any of them caught him staring. Scott had never talked to any of them before. They had only shared brief encounters throughout their journey through grade school.

"This is the worst day of the entire season."

Scott looked up as he heard the group of upperclassmen to his left begin speaking as they started strapping on their freshly bought, professional looking lacrosse gear. He looked enviously at the thick leather gloves they slipped on.

"Dude, tell me about it. We know we're getting our spots back so why do we even have to be here?"

Scott did not know any of these boys either. They all looked to be much older than him, and they succeeded in making him feel even more uncomfortable.

"I guess we're here to show the stupid little freshman what lacrosse players look like."

Scott stared down at the ground.

"Pretty sure we were 'stupid little freshmen' a year ago Jackson. Lighten up."

"Whatever Danny, let's get out there and warm up before the newbies start stinkin' up the field."

Scott pretended to tie his cleats as the group of players stormed by him and out the door. He looked up and watched as the other freshmen hesitantly followed suit and exited the locker room.

He reached down and picked up his stick before standing up. He grabbed one of the used helmets out of the equipment bin and took a few steps toward the door. He heard the Coach's whistle blow as he opened the door and he froze. He released the door handle and let it fall closed.

The click-clack of his cleats against the floor was the only sound in the silent locker room as he returned to the bench he had previously occupied.

His shoulder slumped as he let his stick slide to the floor once more. The helmet felt heavy in his hand as he sat it next to him on the bench.

He sighed deeply and began untying his cleats.

"Dude, you learned to tie you shoes at least two years ago. It should not be taking you this long."

Scott couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the sound of his best friend's voice. He looked over his shoulder just as Stiles sat down next to him.

"What are you doing in here?" Scott stopped concentrating on his laces to question his friend.

"What am I doing in here? What are you doing in here?" Stiles countered. "I didn't wake my ass up on one of the last days of summer to watch a bunch of random people try out for lacrosse."

"You came to watch me try out?" Scott laughed. "That's kinda lame dude."

Stiles scoffed. "I'm an awesome friend. Ya know morale support and all that jazz."

"Yeah, if you say so."

"So is there any particular reason why you're in here while all of your athletically superior buddies are out there playing games?"

Scott shook his head. "They're not my buddies."

"Okay. So team mates?"

"We're not team mates either Stiles, I'm not on the team." Scott stared down at his stick on the floor.

Stiles put his hands up in exasperation. "Yeah, because you're in here instead of out their trying out!"

Scott began absentmindedly picking at one of the blisters on his hand.

"Just lay off, alright?"

Stiles rubbed a hand over his face and looked at his friend, trying to understand. Scott had been practicing lacrosse all summer, every day since they'd graduated the eighth grade. He had saved up his money for three months and had bought his own lacrosse stick two days ago. The try-outs were all he talked about as of late.

Stiles had been with him through all the random practice sessions, adding in his sarcastic encouragement whenever it was not needed.

Stiles had chipped in the last twenty dollars when Scott still couldn't afford to buy the stick he really wanted.

Stiles had suffered through the non-stop lacrosse talk that Scott had blasted him with for the past three months.

So Stiles' face lit up when he suddenly realized the reason why Scott was in the locker room and not out on the field.

"Well, I don't have all day man," Stiles said as he stood up and stretched. "Lace up those shoes and grab me one of those crappy helmets."

Scott's head shot up, a confused look plastered on his face. "Huh?"

"What? You think I'm gonna let you have all the glory?" Stiles grinned.

Scott stood up and looked questioningly at Stiles. "You're gonna try out for the lacrosse team?"

Stiles shrugged, "They let everyone that shows up on the team Scott. I'll just ride the bench and get to wear one of those awesome jerseys."

Scott looked him up and down, an amused look forming. "Stiles, you're wearing jeans and skater shoes."

"I play in what I'm comfortable in."

Scott looked skeptical. "And you've never even touched a lacrosse stick before in your life."

"No, but I've watched you fumble with one for three months so I must've retained something right?"

"I'm not sure that's how it works dude." Scott laughed.

Stiles raised his hands in mock surrender. "If you don't want me on the team with you then fine Scott. I understand." He began backing away slowly. "I'll just go sit in the stands and watch you try out. That was my original plan anyways."

"No!" Scott yelled.

Stiles smirked knowingly as he watched his friend turn a few shades redder at his exclamation.

"The helmets are by the door, but I don't think there are any spare sticks."

Stiles shrugged his back pack off and un-zipped it. "That's cool. I'll just go stick-less. It'll make me stand out in the pack."

Scott shook his head and laughed. "You're ridiculous dude."

"You love me though," Stiles jested. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of gloves. He smacked them into Scott's chest gently. "Here ya go buddy."

Scott took the gloves and looked at them in surprise. "These are the ones I was looking at in the store. These are too expensive Stiles."

"Nah, no biggie."

"You already helped pay for my stick," Scott pointed out. "And you're trying to save up to buy a car."

"Scott it's cool." Stiles assured him. "I've got my eye on this sweet jeep that's totally within my price range."

Scott held the gloves out, "You should at least wear them today."

Stiles laughed, "Dude, I don't even have a stick. What am I gonna do with gloves?"

Scott looked skeptical but he finally sighed and put the gloves on. "Thanks man."

"Don't mention it."

Stiles walked over to the bin by the door and picked up a helmet. He put it on and turned to Scott, beckoning him forward.

Scott couldn't help but laugh as he took in the sight of his best friend. The helmet was at least two sizes too big, but he didn't seem to care. Scott knew he was only going out there to ease Scott's mind and provide a familiar face. He picked up his stick, grabbed his helmet, and joined his friend by the exit.

"Really though," Scott looked sincerely at Stiles. "Thanks, for everything."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Anytime buddy."

Scott smiled and they exited the locker room together. As they walked onto the field, everyone turned to stare at the new comers. Scott wasn't nervous with his friend by his side though.

"I think I'm actually ready for this," Scott said quietly to Stiles as they approached the rest of the team.

"That's great Scott," Stiles returned. "But will you please tie you freakin' shoe already?"

Scott stopped and stared sheepishly down at his cleat.

Stile shook his head. "How did you ever survive without me around?"

Scott shoved his friend and laughed.

I have no idea.

Well there's part one, five more to go. I plan on uploading one a day if all goes as planned. Let me know what ya'll think!