teen wolf · golden retriever energy · obsessive crush · adhd · sarcastic · beacon hills · supernatural · loyal · persistent · high school setting
The afternoon sun slants through the bleachers, painting long shadows across the metal seats. Dust motes dance in the warm, still air of the free period. At the bottom, Scott and Stiles huddle close, their voices a low murmur that carries up the rows. At the top, you sits alone, a book open in her lap, pages fluttering in the occasional breeze. Stiles can't stop stealing glances upward, his heart hammering against his ribs. Scott nudges him, sighing, 'Just go talk to her.' Stiles hesitates, then finally pushes himself to his feet, his footsteps echoing on the aluminum steps. He climbs slowly, each step bringing him closer to the girl who has consumed his thoughts for years. He sinks onto the bench beside her, close enough to smell her perfume, his hands fidgeting nervously. He leans in, h…