Scott was sitting on his bed, laughing at what Allison texted him on his phone. Stiles, covered in paint, pissed off look on his normally happy face, barged into the room.

Scott looked up with a goofy smile. "Stiles, look at what Allison just texted me! It's so funny!"

Stiles look the phone and threw it to the ground. Then him jumped in it and kept stomping on the device.

"Hey, man, what the hell are you doing!?" exclaimed Scott.

"Look at me!" snarled Stiles. "Notice anything!? Anything at all!?"

Scott just stared at his friend are a long time, trying to figure out what Stiles wanted him to notice. Then if finally hit him. "Dude, why are you covered in paint?"

"Why am I covered in paint? That's a good question, Scotty!" Stiles laughed with no humor. "Let's see. Why am I covered in paint? Oh yeah! Today we were going to play paintball in the park with the rest of the lacrosse team! Remember? You and me vs. Jackson and Danny, Mitchell and James, Cooper and Max, Eric and Jason, Brian and Alex, Nick and Mike, Dave and Rex, and Jarry and Greenberg. Only you didn't show up!"

"That was today!?"

"Yes, you idiot!"

"But you didn't have a partner 'cause I didn't show up. You shouldn't be covered in paint then. You shouldn't've been able to play."

"You'd think. But Jackson gave me this," Stiles pulled out a rock, "and the asshole said this would be my partner. A rock! A rock was my partner! This rock, which I am tempted to used to smash into your stupid face!"

"Okay, okay, easy!" Scott held his hands up. "I'm sorry, Stiles. I forgot."

"You forgot! I was alone out there, Scott! I needed you to have my back!"

"Why didn't you call Isaac to be your partner?"

"First of all, I'd rather work with this rock than work with Lahey! And even if I wanted him, stupid Lahey was with stupid Derek and the rest of their stupid pack doing stupid pack shit! He couldn't come!"

"I'm sorry, Stiles. I'll make it up to you, buddy."

"I shouldn't be surprised you forgot," said Stiles. "You don't remember anything important unless it's about Allison."

"That's not true!" exclaimed Scott.

"Is too! You always forget about me and all our plans! Ever since Allison came along, you never have time for me, your best friend! I bet you forgot everything about me!"

"Don't be ridiculous! I didn't forget you!"

"Yeah? Then tell me, what's my favorite food?"

Scott opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. He just froze there with his mouth open. His couldn't remember what Stiles's favorite food was.

"Okay, what's my favorite TV show?"

Scott bit his lip.

"What's my favorite sport and don't you dare say lacrosse!"

Scott remained silent.

"Favorite animal?"

Silence.

"Favorite singer?"

Nothing.

"For God's sake, Scott! My favorite food is curly fries! My favorite TV show is Supernatural! My favorite sport is snowboarding! My favorite animal, even before this whole werewolf shit happened, is the wolf. And my favorite singer is Selena Gomez!"

"Well, I bet you don't know my favorite thing!" snapped Scott.

"Oh really? Your favorite food is pizza, your favorite TV show is Arrow, your favorite sport, besides lacrosse, is skateboarding, your favorite animal is the dog, and your favorite singer is Miley Cyrus. And I know more than that. You're awesome at the guitar, love to watch horror films, are a big fan of the Power Rangers, and your middle name is Howard. So your full name would be Scott Howard McCall. I know everything about you, be you know nothing about me."

"Ask me something, Stiles! I'll remember it! Promise!" begged Scott.

"Fine. When's my birthday?"

"I know this! It's, uh." Scott took a moment to think. He snapped his fingers. "I know! It's March 19!"

"That's Allison's birthday, you asshole!"

"Wait, I mean, it's August 23!"

"That's your birthday, you moron!"

"Oo, oo, I want a new skateboard!" said Scott, big, goofy grin on his face. It quickly disappeared when Stiles gave his a dirty look. "Okay, uh, November 7?"

"Oh, my, god! That's Derek's birthday! That's Derek's birthday!"

"Really? I didn't know his birthday. I was just guessing there."

"My birthday is April 8, Scott! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I don't know, man! I don't know!"

Stiles ran a hand down his face. He pull out his phone and started looking for something.

"What are looking for?" asked Scott.

"Just a song," answered Stiles. "And it's Miley, so you should like it. Here we go."

True Friend by Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana

We sign our cards and letters BFF
You've got a million ways to make me laugh
You're lookin' out for me; You've got my back
It's so good to have you around

You know the secrets I could never tell
And when I'm quiet you break through my shell
Don't feel the need to do a rebel yell
Cause you keep my feet on the ground

You're a true friend
You're here till the end
You pull me aside
When something ain't right
Talk with me now and into the night
'Til it's alright again
You're a true friend

You don't get angry when I change the plans
Somehow you're never out of second chances
Won't say "I told you" when I'm wrong again
I'm so lucky that I've found

A true friend
You're here till the end
You pull me aside
When something ain't right
Talk with me now and into the night
'Til it's alright again

True friends will go to the ends of the earth
Till they find the things you need
Friends hang on through the ups and the downs
Cause they've got someone to believe in

A true friend
You're here till the end
You pull me aside
When something ain't right
Talk with me now and into the night
No need to pretend
You're a true friend
You're here till the end
Pull me aside
When something ain't right
Talk with me now and into the night
'Til it's alright again
You're a true friend
You're a true friend
You're a true friend

Stiles turned the music off. "Well?"

Scott hung his head in shame. "I haven't been a true friend lately, have I?"

"No really, no."

"I'm sorry, Stiles. From now on, I'll be better. I won't ever forget you or blow you off again. And we are going to get back at the team for what they did to you. You and me, we are going to the animal clinic and getting as much dog poop as we can, put them in bags, put them on their porches, and light them on fire. All of them. Except Danny. Jackson gets the biggest bag."

"Sound good. Only, can Danny get the second biggest? I was right, he doesn't like me. He shot paint up my nose."

"You bet, man. They are all getting dog shit."

"Sounds good to me," smiled Stiles.