Stiles headed into the busy coffee shop and scanned the room, looking for the familiar goofy face he had learned to love over the years.
"Yo, man, over here!" Scott called out from his booth, waving a hand in the air.
The teen spotted him and headed over, taking a seat facing opposite him in the compartment.
"Hey dude, this place gets pretty packed for a Sunday morning. I guess people don't believe in going to church anymore, huh?" Stiles said with a chuckle under his breath.
"Either that or they have work. Anyway, I got you an iced coffee and a blueberry muffin, because I am the best friend ever." Scott claimed, sliding the drink and bake good across the table to his friend.
"Ha. That's debatable," Stiles replied, before reaching over and taking a big bite out of the muffin, not bothering with proper etiquette.
Scott watched amused. "Hungry?"
"Always." The teen answered through chews.
"So, tell me. What happened between you and the suit from the club, did he get it in?" Scott asked arching an eyebrow.
Stiles rolled his eyes at his friend's corniness, taking a sip of his coffee before answering, "Of course he got it."
"Oh shit, you hooked up for real?"
"Yes. Are you underestimating my abilities to attract a guy?" Stiles asked, giving his friend a hard look.
"No, I know you're capable. I'm just underestimating this man's ability to see." Scott joked.
"Hey!" The teen protested, tossing a napkin or two at his snickering friend.
"I'm sorry, dude, but have you seen that guy? He was way out of your league."
"Well, according to him I wasn't that much out of his league, because he wanted it, and then some. He even gave me his business card," Stiles stated, before taking another gulp of his drink.
"Okay, okay. I take it back." Scott voiced in surrender, holding his hands up in defeat.
"So, how was it?" He asked curious.
"Nice, really nice," Stiles answered with a smirk on his lips.
"Oh, come on, you got to give me more than that," Scott said, somewhat frustrated, before tearing a piece of his pumpkin muffin apart and taking a bite.
"A gentleman never tells."
"Luckily for me, you're not one."
Stiles gave him a look but eventually gave in, eager to spill the dirt, "It was hot. I mean, I couldn't see shit because it was dark as hell, but he knows what he is doing. He hit all the right spots." He claimed, smiling at the memory.
Scott sat there quietly before busting out laughing.
"Since when is there more than one spot?"
Stiles playfully slapped his friend's arm.
"Shut up man, you know what I mean, stop busting my balls."
"Yeah, you're right. That's the club guy's job."
The teen couldn't help but chuckle along.
"Touché."
"So, you gonna see him again?" Scott asked, grabbing his cup of coffee and taking a sip.
"That's the plan."
"Anytime soon?"
Stiles gave a shrug, "Don't know, he works." He voiced before finishing off his muffin.
"Working, that's a nice trait to have." Scott mused.
"I like to think so."
Scott rolled his eyes at his friend. "Will I get to meet your Phantom lover?"
Stiles gave another shrug. "Maybe. We'll see. One step at a time. I think I'm going to wait a week to reach out. I don't want to seem desperate."
"True. You already have enough desperation seeping out of your pores as it is," Scott replied, as he got up from his seat, ignoring his friend's annoyed looks.
"I got to go, man. I got class soon." He added, grabbing his red backpack off the booth seat and hanging it off his shoulder.
"Class on a Sunday? Is no one religious anymore?" Stiles remarked, raising an eyebrow.
Scott just shrugged, and grabbed his drink, finishing it off before tossing it into a nearby trashcan.
"Are you still coming over tonight, for guy's night?" Stiles asked scooting out of the booth, gathering his used napkin, muffin wrapper, and empty coffee cup, before placing everything into the trash as well.
"That depends. Am I still invited?" Scott inquired as they headed out the door of the shop together.
"Of course, man."
"Cool, I'll be there. What are your plans for today?"
"I have to get a new bed. I broke my current one." Stiles said, blushing slightly at the memory.
"Really, man?"
"What can I say, I like it rough, and the suit agrees."
"Ew, dude. TMI."
Stiles chuckled, "You asked."
"Hi. Welcome to Spring and Bounce, how can I help you today?" A bubbly girl around Stiles's age asked at the door.
"Hey, umm, my bed suddenly broke on me and I need a new one."
"Uh oh, that's never good. Well, you've come to the right place. We have a wide variety of different beds to choose from. Follow me and I can help you pick the perfect one for you." She said with a wide smile on her face and a pep in her step.
"Cool," Stiles replied, traveling behind her, and looking around the store as he went.
"Okay, so what type of bed are you looking for, as far as size and comfort level?" The girl asked as they reached the bed section.
"Uhh, well, I don't have much room. I share an apartment and currently have a twin bed, but I would like to upgrade to something that fits two people comfortably. I prefer a medium-level comfort mattress."
"Okay, that sounds nice. I believe I have just what you are looking for." She said, stepping over to a big queen-size mattress with a fancy wood frame.
"This bed set is called the Super Deluxe. It has a nice bounce and is sound absorbent, so you can bounce away all day and you will never hear a single squeak." She claimed proudly.
"No kidding." Stiles voiced intrigued, sitting on the edge, testing it out.
"Nice, how much is it?"
"Currently it's on sale for a thousand dollars."
"Jesus." Stiles quickly shot up from the bed and moved away as if he had gotten burned.
"Do you have anything cheaper?"
"Of course, but nothing as nice as this one. You have to think about it in long terms. This mattress will last you a long time. We guarantee customers ten years of satisfaction."
"I don't know, that's a lot of money," Stiles said hesitantly.
"Did I mention that the mattress is also liquid-resistant?"
"I'll take it!"
"I'm going to beat you dude!" Stiles yelled out as he randomly hit buttons on his game controller.
"Ha. You wish, man. You're going down!" Scott replied, making awkward facial expressions, and banging away on his controller.
"Booyah! I won!" Stiles called out, as he got up from his spot and started to do a little victory dance.
"Aww, man, I was so close," Scott replied frustrated, tossing his controller to the side of the couch.
"Sure man, whatever you say." Stiles voiced, reclaiming his seat, and grabbing a wing to munch on.
"Best out of five?" Scott asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow at his friend.
"You're on," Stiles challenged, placing his now naked chicken bone on a nearby plate and picking up his game controller once more.
"Stiles, I'm off to work, please clean up after yourselves. I don't want to come home to a damn pig stye like last time." Danny said, fixing his name tag and grabbing a coat.
"Yeah yeah. Don't worry, man. I got you." Stiles voiced not bothering to look up from the tv screen in front of him.
Danny headed to the front door before stopping short as if remembering something.
"Oh. And rent is coming up. Don't forget I need your check by the end of the week."
"Yeah, uhh, sure, no problem, man."
"Bye Danny!" Scott called out as the other teen left shutting the door.
"Fuck. What am I gonna do," Stiles stressed, pausing the game.
"Uhh, how about unpause the game and let me win like a good friend," Scott answered.
"Scott, you don't understand. I'm short on my rent this month."
"Okay, by how much? I can help you out." He said, taking out his wallet and pulling out sixty dollars.
Stiles watched him nervously and chewed on the end of his fingernail before replying, "By fifteen hundred bucks."
Scott's eyes widen. "What the fuck dude?"
"I know, I know but I needed a new mattress and other necessities."
"Well, how much was your bed?"
"A thousand."
"Jesus, man. That bed better be made out of gold."
"This is no time to joke, dude. I'm in trouble. This is the second time I'm behind on my rent and Danny is this close to kicking me out." Stiles stressed, making a gesture with pinched fingers.
"Okay, how much do you currently have saved up?" Scott asked, placing his wallet back in his pant pocket.
"I'm running on fumes, and I refuse to ask my dad for a loan." Stiles voiced stubbornly.
Scott remained silent for a moment and tapped his chin in thought until an idea came to him.
"Well, maybe you can ask Mr. Harris at the diner for more hours, now that you dropped out of your classes?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I quit."
"You what?"
"Well, I was upset with the school situation and found no point in continuing to work there, if I wasn't going to go through with my classes, so yeah, a stupid lapse of judgment on my part, I know." Stiles voiced, running a hand through his locks in stress.
"Okay, so tell him that, and ask for your job back."
"I did, he said he can't hire me back, that he is making more sales now that I'm gone."
"With an employee short, how is that possible?" Scott asked, wrinkling his face in confusion.
"Well, you know how clumsy I can be."
"Yeah, sure."
"Well, I dropped a few plates in my day."
"That's bound to happen from time to time."
"And I messed up orders here and there."
"Naturally, I think most waiters do. I still don't see why…"
"And then there is the hot rule."
"What hot rule?"
"Well, if a hot guy or girl came into the diner and ordered something, I would give them a discount."
"Dude!" Scott yelled, giving his friend's shoulder a shove.
"How was I supposed to know our campus was full of hot people?" Stiles voiced in defense, raising his hands in the air.
"Hey, how come I never got a discount?" Scott suddenly asked.
"Because you're not hot."
Scott gave his friend a hard slap on the arm, offended.
"Ouch. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant I wasn't trying to bang you, all right?" Stiles clarified as he rubbed his now sore arm.
"Thank God, for that. So, what are you going to do?"
"I guess look for some work, either that, or become a prostitute."
"Dude."
"I was joking."
"About which part?"
Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Let's get back to the game, I can worry about my future later. Besides, I was beating you."
"Dream on!" Scott voiced as they began to get back into their gameplay, hitting away at the buttons.