Everything was normal at practice or…as normal as they could get when it came to lacrosse at Beacon Hills. Stiles was laid out on the bench, flipping his stick around in his hand while everyone else ignored Coach Finstock yell. Something about Greenberg. Blah, blah, blah. Something about Danny. Blah, blah, blah. Something about Stiles running a lap. At that the teenager shot up, his eyes roaming the field until he found the coach.

"Stilinski! If you don't get your butt off that bench and take a lap, you're taking another one!" Stiles stammered for words before coach raised an eyebrow at him, "You know what, just start jogging." Coach Flinstock looked around for another moment before barking again, "Lahey! Why don't you join him! He's looking a little more jumpy than usual today." Isaac glanced up from his shoe that he had been trying to tie instead of listening to whatever coach was ranting about. He pointed a hand at his chest and raised an eyebrow, "Me?" Coach made a face at him, "Yes you! Do you know any other kids out here named Lahey? No. Probably because it's such a freaking weird name. Start jogging." Isaac sighed as he got up and grabbed his iPod out of his bag and tucked it into his waistband. Stiles was about to argue but groaned when Isaac took off, there was no chance of getting out of this now.
While Stiles liked to act like he was in shape, he was actually skinny. Isaac wasn't skinny. He was in shape. Stupid werewolf. Stiles was able to keep up with him for a bit but as they rounded the fifth lap, he lagged a bit. Then on the second curve he lagged a bit more. By the seventh lap, Isaac was lapping him. The werewolf pulled out one earbud and hung it on his shirt before turning around to face Stiles.

"Tired already?" The curly headed boy raised an eyebrow with a smirk that had somehow managed to become Isaac's signature look. Stiles was pretty sure he could remember when Isaac never smirked. When Isaac never smiled actually. Smirking was better than being Mr. Doom-and-Gloom though so Stiles could deal with it. He waved a hand at Isaac and shook his head, "Just…just takin' it easy is all. Letting you look like you know…" Stiles trailed off, having absolutely no idea where the sentence was going. Isaac gave him a serious nod before the smirk returned, "Sure you are." Stiles scowled towards his cocky expression but the beta turned around before Stiles could argue with him.

Practice was over before coach told Isaac and Stiles they could stop. Neither of them were aware of why they were running but they didn't complain, it was a wonder either of them could breath. Stiles was laying on the ground, panting when he heard a dull thud beside him. He glanced over and winced at the bright glare off of Isaac's silver but rather beaten up looking iPod that was laying beside him. He glanced over at Isaac, who was more concerned with fixing his bag than his fallen electronic, before he picked it up. Stiles glanced at the song before smirking up at Isaac, "Bennie and the Jets? Really? I mean…I didn't peg you as an Elton John fan." Isaac's cheeks turned a new shade of red as he reached down and snatched the player away from Stiles, "It's a good song." Stiles gave him the same serious nod that Isaac had given him when they were running, "He's totally my hero dude." The werewolf rolled his eyes but a small smile graced his lips, replacing the smirk as he walked away, "Later, Stiles."

Authors Note: Hi! This is my first Teen Wolf fic and if you read it, I hope you liked it! If you liked it then please let me know. Let me know if you didn't like it but do try and put it to me gently! Thank you for reading!