Disclaimer: I don't own these two beautiful fandoms sadly.
Ever since Stiles little incident, the board of googlers (or whatever in gods name they were.) decided it would not be advisible to continue doing phyical activities, despite his insisntance to his informer (Being the one and only shy and silent,) that he was perfectly fine. And this was not even the worst of it. At all times he needed to be supervised by others for the sake of his wellbeing. When he was in his group no official supervision was neccesary, but sadly in other cases an official caretaker, essentially babysitter, had practically volunteered. To his lack of astonishment, it had been the one and only Graham. This also made them unfortunately… room mates. Well, it was unfortunate for him. His caretaker however…
But it was a new day, and Stiles was going to try and bear the horrid situation. Now to just get started on that new day breakfast. But wait, something was off. Speaking of new a day, he still hadn't heard Graham get up, where he himself was already prepared for the day, and had plenty of time awake. Turning to see if the boy were truly still asleep, he was met face to face with the very person of his thoughts. Letting out a startled shriek, as he swiftly fell, his foot catching on air. Both fortunately and otherwise, he landed safely in the warm arms, which wrapped themselves around his waist and hearded him back into their kitchen countertop.
"I knew you'd fall for me eventually." he remarked with a smirk. Fixing what he hoped was his most convincing glare, he attempted to push himself feebly away from the other boy, unsurprisingly to no success. Not only was the shorter boys strength far greater despite stature, (How had he not noticed the definition of his arms? I mean, he's not jacked but dang.) his own body was betraying him, melting into the enticing warmth of the embrace. The stronger boy chuckled as the glare slowly slid off Stiles face. The stayed like that in silence for a little bit, staring deeply into each others eyes. His resolves was weakened, and the honey orbs fluttered shut with their nearly obsidian partner's as they leaned in slowly.
"Stuart," he mumbled, face now only centimers away, god, lips only centimeters away. Just a littles closer-
A sharp knock came at the door.
"We have a meeting regarding the competition, report down to the auditoruim ASAP." It was Lyle, whose feet now padded quietly down the hallway.
The trance like state Stiles had been in was now gone, now snapped out of his reverie he took advantage of the fact that Graham was still slightly dazed, shoving him and bolting for the door. He pretended he never felt the burning gaze in him all the way to the meeting. Sitting down with his group (I mean really, who else would he sit with?) he made himself comfortable. Mr. Chetty walked onto the stage, an began speaking.
"As there were to still be the same fair amout of events originally planned, a new activity has taken its place. There will be a costume competition." He gave the audience a moment to digest the broad information. "Each team will be picking a theme, all of your own choice, and as broad or as specific as you like. Dress your entire team to fit that theme. Whoever's ideas and costumes combined are the best will win. 2,000 dollars will be granted to each team for costume and makeup, props, and any other needs, however no additional backround or added features besides what is on your person is allowed. Your brainstorming time begins… now!" The team animated to life, and immediately the spunky fangirl's face enderingly lit up, and Stiles could tell a thought was forming. Stiles was reluctant to admit this, but he had almost grown fond of the strange girl, and was amusedly curious (Though still dreading,) what that eclectic mind of hers had concocted.
"Little Red Riding Hood!" she blurted animatedly, looking about in excitement. Stiles let out a bitter little chuckle, a quiet sound that was swallowed from their ears by the chorus of noise around them, and not noticed. Oh cruel irony.
Despite Stile's internal disagreement though, they all seemed to like it.
"Can I be like, the axe guy?" stereotypically dumb blonde inquired numbly, looking as if he were satisfied with the idea, most likely imagining it. Everyone nodded their consent.
"And I'll be granny! But like, we can make her look attacked by a wolf." Neha cheerfully pitched in.
"And I can be the wolf, obviously, I mean I'm probably the most scary of all of you." Billy added, all of them excited to this spontaneous idea.
"And before we go on further-" Neha grinned evilly, looking at Stuart and Yo-Yo, "we need one of you to dress like little red. And because I refuse to allow you to change the strong woman that is Red." Neha cackled "you'll be crossdressing." Suddenly all eyes followed Stiles to his torso as he looked down at himself with dread. The indian girl grinned viciously.
Stiles really wishes he hadn't worn his red sweatshirt today.
Author's Note: Hey you guys! So for those of you who don't know why I've been gone (looks away sheepishly.) I sorta lost my password to my account. But I found it. And if they're reading this, I would like to dedicate this chapter to nightlockiss, Wolfgirl705, and sinling. The lack of revies and feedback deterred my drive to update, so getting reminders, support, and feedback from them are probably the only reason I have even decided to keep writing. So if you enjoy, please review, and go thank them!
Have a rockin' day!
-Sinner
Question Of The Day: What should Yo-Yo be?