A/N: Hey Teen Wolfies!
So like, this is a new story I thought of during the course of writing my finals. Before I get to it, I'd like to point out to the people who read my other Teen Wolf stories that I haven't been updating much and that is due to my busy schedule, with Senior Prom, finals, different committees and graduation around the corner (basically everything going on in my life). So I promise to update all of them soon. For the people who haven't read them, check them out.
Now on to the story, this a story about Senior Graduation, since Season 5 is basically revolving around that area. I came up with this little cute one-shot about the gang getting ready for graduation and dreading the fact of leaving their friends behind. It's a lot of drama but hey, that's what high school's all about right?
New and old relationships are formed in this story, most of which aren't yet canon so enjoy.
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"So are you excited?" Stiles asked as he and his best friend/brother/the true alpha Scott McCall by his side as they walked through the woods. Scott had been staring at the ground.
"Excited for what?" He questioned. Stiles glared at him as if he were reciting an untruthful accusation. Scott smiled.
"Graduation, dude, It's the peak of our high school! It's the final curtain call of all bad teaching!" Stiles retorted.
"I don't know man, I'm excited I guess but I don't think I'll make it." Scott stated with a sigh.
"Why?"
Scott released an exasperating sigh. "I'm failing PE." He murmured in humiliation. Stiles chuckled.
"How do you fail PE? Heck, I made it." Stiles stated.
"Well, I haven't been attending it for quite a while since I've been trying to save everyone I care about." Scott stated.
"Okay. That's answered, so what are you going to do about it?" Scott shrugged.
"I don't know." He sighed. "It's probably a sign."
Stiles just stared at him.
"What sign?" He asked him.
"That I shouldn't go to college," Scott stated. Stiles had his famous 'confused Stiles' look as he through a stone through the batch of leaves on the other side.
"What?" He questioned rhetorically. "How could you say that? College has been in your mind for a while. Why hinder that?"
"I don't know. I feel like I belong here, with all the murders, supernatural appearances. This town needs me." Scott recited.
"Dude, we've been practically saving the world all our high school life. I think it's time we take a break…it's time you take a break." Stiles replied, emphasizing the word.
Scott didn't reply but he definitely knew how true that statement was. He needed a break but something was pulling him back.
"Look dude, you, and me…heading to San Francisco, I mean, it's what we've been dreaming since we were like in third grade!" Stiles retorted.
"No. That's what you've been dreaming about."
"Come on dude!" Stiles whined. "Is this about Kira?"
Scott didn't reply.
"Oh my goodness, god..." Stiles groaned. "I get that, you dig her and you're totally whipped but look at this, Lydia's heading to Stanford and I'm heading to San Francisco. It's all gonna work out. There's always Skype, well considering I broke my laptop. Oh fuck-" Stiles blabbered.
"It's not about Kira!" Scott stated. "Look, every single day, there's always a new threat coming to Beacon Hills and I feel like it's my duty to protect this town. Don't you get that?"
"But every day you try to protect this town, someone always gets hurt…this time it'll be you." Stiles tried to reason with him. Scott didn't seem fazed. Stiles sighed. "Look. You don't have to always be James Bond and try saving the world. You need to think of yourself sometimes, and how many people you'd hurt if anything happened to you."
Scott took what Stiles was saying to heart but it's not like he didn't think about it before.
"I get it Stiles." Scott stopped him. Stiles nodded and decided to drop the subject.
"Remember how we used to walk through these woods way back…until it was terrorized by supernatural creatures?" Stiles said.
"The last time we did that was when I got turned and the rest was just running for our lives." Scott chuckled.
"Yeah, I did that. Sorry bud, but at least we got to see dead bodies."
"Yeah, hold that thought. I gotta go take a wiz…" Scott said as he ran behind a tree. Stiles sighed and rubbed his hands together and blew air into them. It was a cold night, given the fact it was summer.
Stiles realized Scott had been gone for quite some time because he immediately heard ruffling of leaves. Stiles laughed.
"You can't fool me Scott." He stated.
It was purely quiet but only the sound of leaves being twirled by the wind. Stiles' grin dropped.
"Okay dude this isn't funny anymore. If it's not you Scott, I've got my baseball bat and I'm not afraid to use it." Stiles stated. "It sounded more intimidating in my head." He whispered to himself.
Stiles suddenly heard low growls coming from the distance. Stiles spun around to see nothing but the wind passing (which is impossible).
Then the owls began hooting and he spun back around.
The low growls became less vague and they were behind him.
He slowly turned around to see nothing…until a head popped down from up the branches and began growling into his face.
Stiles squeaked and fell back, started rolling over and banging his head on the tree. He groaned but got up quickly and began panicking.
"We got him." He heard Scott laughing uncontrollably as he appeared from behind the same tree. "Nice one Liam." He said as he began walking and helped Liam down from the tree.
Stiles widened his eyes.
"Fuck you two!" He shouted. Scott and Liam guffawed. "You almost gave me a panic attack."
"Take that for what you did to me." Scott told him as he reminded him about the night he got turned and Stiles crept up on him, hanging upside down his roof.
"I'm guessing you want Lydia to kiss it away huh." Liam teased.
"Oh shut up!" Stiles groaned. "Let's get outta here."
At the Tattoo parlor
"Dude, are you sure you want another tattoo?" Stiles questioned as he skimmed through the catalog.
"I'm not changing my mind." Scott smiled. Stiles scrolled his eyes around the room, and stared at the punk rock posters and tattoo designs, ink, sharp needles everywhere.
"But why did you pick a rundown-deathlike-morgue to do the deeds?" Stiles commented. The tattoo man glared at him. "No offense."
"I told you before, how I've always wanted to get a tattoo for my 18th birthday and since it's in only a week from now, I decided why the wait?"
"But don't you think its a little coincidence you're getting a tattoo of a wolf?" Stiles questioned. The tattoo guy looked at the boys with a weird expression like 'these teenage boys are really odd'. Scott glared at Stiles.
"Is it going to…hurt?" Liam asked in concern as he stared at the man preparing the needle. Scott gave him a smirk of reassurance that everything will be fine.
"It doesn't hurt that bad." He told him.
"Ha. Yeah, wait until the aftermath." Stiles laughed.
Liam's eyes widened in complete fright and Scott glared back at him. Stiles shrugged.
"What?"
"Okay. Are you ready?" The bearded man questioned. Scott nodded but perched his lips together, slightly regretting it for a minute.
"Wait-I'm not ready! I told you I get squeamish when I see blood and needles! I get…anxiety." The razor sound began. "Oh god, no!" Stiles fell on the ground and the lights went out for him.
Liam widened his eyes.
"Don't worry about him. Just throw him your shoe and he'll get right back up." Scott told him and groaned slightly at the sharp pain.
Liam obliged and pulled his shoe off and placed it under Stiles' nose. Stiles got up immediately.
"I'm up!" He muttered but fell back down when he saw the needle going deep into Scott's skin. He groaned and fell back on the ground. Liam and Scott sighed.
Scott, Stiles and Liam jumped into Stiles' jeep the moment they left the parlor and Scott's leg was aching. Stiles shut his door.
"Does it look bad?" Scott cringed as he shut his eyes and allowed Stiles and Liam to look at it behind the graze. Stiles opened his mouth for a few seconds before answering.
"It definitely looks like Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn brutally crushing Obi-Wan Kenobi like a car riding over a handicapped dog." Stiles flinched slightly at the sight. Scott and Liam stared at him in complete and utter confusion.
"Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace?" Stiles pointed out. Scott shrugged and creased his confused brow.
"Seriously? None of you guys have seen it either."
"I-"
"No. Don't you dare Scott! I thought I lent Kira the DVD for you to watch it? That's the whole point of lending a movie!"
"Well, I think you and I both know that's not true." Scott raised his eyebrow and that's when Stiles realized what he was trying to say and Stiles gagged at the mental image placed in his head.
"Okay, TMI. Let's go!" He switched on the ignition and he began driving.
"Great. I'm beat." Scott stated then Liam watched as his leg began to heal slightly and the tattoo was not visible but blood had been coming out.
"Is that supposed to happen?" Liam asked in complete concern over his alpha. Scott widened his eyes for a second before shaking it off.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine." He tried to sound convincing.
"Oh well. I guess that calls for a Star Wars marathon." Stiles retorted.
"No it doesn't."
"Hey, it does in my world alright!" Scott said. "Luke Skywalker's acting like they own the place. Please, I'm Darth Vader for crying out loud!" Stiles began talking to himself. "But he's still awesome though…"
Scott sighed.
For the love of, Stiles Stilinski!