Hello all my people! 'Tis the season and boy am I excited! Been playing Christmas carols since Friday and I just put up my Charlie Brown tree!
To celebrate (and get back into my writing) I've decided to do a holiday fic for the month of December, all leading up to New Years Day! Please let me know what you think! Also I don't own Teen Wolf and all mistakes, if any, are mine.
December 1st
The holiday season was upon our favorite pack and things were looking up for once. With the Alpha Pack and the Darach taken care of, Beacon Hills had settled into an easy peace. No one had been killed in weeks, the streets were relatively safe to walk and with Christmas was just around the corner everyone was in a better mood. Indeed, all was calm and peaceful in Beacon Hills, so why was Stiles Stilinski so on edge?
The teen paced in his room, looking worried as ever. His bed was unmade and his face contorted into a focused scowl. Stiles continued pacing, as he'd done for over an hour now, periodically checking his phone for a new message alert and each time becoming increasingly frustrated from the lack of a reply.
"Come on people," the teen cried out to his blank phone. "I'm at level 5 crisis here!" Stiles glared at the screen, hoping for a miracle. The screen remained vacant of any messages, only the group picture of the pack (eyes closed of course) that Stiles used as his background was there to taunt him. The teen threw himself on the bed in desperation.
The bedroom window flew open as Scott climbed in. The teen wolf walked over to the bed and looked down at his best friend who was lying face down in his bed, head resting on his arm Disney Princess style. Stiles let out a fake sob and sniffle before Scott tapped him on the shoulder, rolling his eyes in the process.
"Hey buddy, whatcha doin?" Scott asked blinking down at the teen. Stiles looked up as his BFAM (brother-from-another-mother) and narrowed his eyes.
"Do not patronize me Scott, you know very well what I am doing." Stiles resumed his Disney Princess sob pose.
"Well from the looks of it I'd say you were having a level 5 crisis," Scott mused. Stiles grunted in agreement as Scott continued. "And if I recall correctly, the last time you had one of those was when you were trying to decide what to get Lydia for her birthday." Scott was smiling now, knowing exactly what the problem was but wanting Stiles to tell him anyway.
"Thank you Sherlock! Any more brilliant observations?" Scott laughed at the remark and made one final observation.
"Actually yes Watson," Scott said in a fake British accent. "From the black car parked in your driveway I can deduce that Derek is here." Stiles' head shot up so fast Scott was afraid he was going to snap his neck.
"What!?" Stiles yelled falling off the bed. "Nonononononononononono." The teen wolf laughed as his friend scrambled to the window searching for Derek's vehicle. He laughed even harder when Stiles realized that Derek was not actually parked outside of his house. "I hate you."
"I love you too, bud. Now what's the crisis," Scott asked, sitting on the bed.
Stiles sat next to Scott on the bed, sighing as he spoke. "I have no clue what to get Derek and Isaac for Christmas." Scott smiled. He loved that his bro was so caring to everyone, even if he did run himself ragged sometimes.
"Well I can help you with Isaac and he can probably help you with Derek. BAM! Problem solved." Scott said clapping his hands proudly. Stiles looked at him amazed that Scott managed to solve his problem so quickly and so simply. Of course Stiles was known for over thinking things.
"You know, usually I'm the one with the plans," Stiles said, lightly shoving his friend. "But I suppose yours will do." They both smiled.
Just to get an opinion, I'm thinking about doing a parody of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas poem for December 24th. What would y'all think of that? Please let me know, and thanks for reading.