Phases: New Moon
a/n: so, here’s my first teen wolf fic and my first thing up on ! please let me know what you think, reviews will keep this going! i really love scott/stiles so i’m going to focus in on that, tell me any likes/dislikes okay? i’m not sure they will be in character as much as i’d like but i’m going to try to maintain their characters. scott will probably be a lot more sensitive and stiles will be a bit more emotional but this is kind of a set-up chapter so far. a bit of a pilot chapter!
Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction and is in no way based on true events or the true sexuality of the actors mentioned. Copyright of MTV and MTV Networks.
New moons meant all was calm on the western front. Scott would awake after a new moon feeling refreshed and rather un-wolfish. His wavy brown hair would turn out just a little better than usual and with a new moon cycle came a new Scott. This was a Scott that enjoyed lacrosse and was able to push his werewolf limits. He could go out with Allison, he could play lacrosse and best of all he wouldn’t be killing his best friend, Stiles.
Stiles also knew the significance of new moons; they meant safety when sneaking into a certain werewolf’s window and no outbursts. New moons meant no batman-robin complex. New moons meant less of dead Stiles and more of friends being friends.
On this particular morning after a new moon, Stiles pulled up outside of Scott’s house in his blue jeep and honked the horn loud and clear. Waiting for the tan teenager to sprint out with a sloppy backpack and lacrosse stick jutting out awkwardly from his hands.
Sure enough once Stiles honked the horn long enough he appeared with a classic Scott McCall grin and jumped into the vehicle, tossing his scholarly belongings to the back seat. He was wearing a grey hoodie over a white shirt with a pair of dark jeans, a classic look for Scott. Stiles himself was wearing a usual blue plaid shirt with a white t-shirt beneath and some loose jeans, and a nice pair of black sneakers to match. The two chatted eagerly as they drove to school.
“So how’s the wolfy training with Derek going?” Stiles asked raising a brow but not peeling his eyes from the road.
“I haven’t really asked him to help me since you had those guys beat me up,” Scott admitted with a large grin, giving a side-glance to his best friend. “Which I totally won’t forgive you for. If I’ve learned anything from Derek its that werewolves scare you, so you better watch yourself Stilinski!”
“Oh?” Stiles said smiling holding the wheel with one hand as he looked at Scott, “Look who’s becoming the big bad wolf!” He teased.
“You really like whipping out those wolf jokes don’t ‘cha?”
“Hell yes,” Stiles retorted before making a howling noise as they reached the student parking lot. The two students soon exited the jeep and made their way into school, they had English first hour and Stiles took his customary seat behind Scott, the two joking and whispering all class. Scott made appropriate jokes about adderall as Stiles drew wolf-like stick figures on a notepad for Scott. The day played out rather normally, with only a brief incident in the locker room with Jackson to complain about, who was actually beginning to look a little pale.
Once school was out Scott agreed, for once, to study with Stiles, seeing as Allison proved more of a distraction than a real help and he didn’t really want to end up talking about the whole condom incident. He had been thrilled she entertained the idea of having sex with him, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to take that leap or more so if he wanted to take that leap with her. In recent with the whole training he found himself much more addicted to her hand holdings, hugs, and comforting looks than her bra-less top and devious smirks. He was falling in love with the idea of her more than their relationship. Scott was going to ask Stiles for advice but he really wasn’t sure if his best friend could help him with that kind of thing. Scott knew Stiles had a thing for Lydia so that’s really why he was asking. They reached the Stilinski house in no time flat.
“Wow… what a mess,” Scott commented. Stiles’ house was unkempt (more so than Scott’s) due to the lack of a mother in the house and the Stilinski boys didn’t really keep up on the house’s state. There were dirty clothes strewn about but mostly in a pile in a laundry basket. There was a bowl of half eaten cereal that Stiles was rushing over to dump out previously hosted by the counter. And one of the light bulbs in the lamp near the couch was flickering. Scott really did feel bad that Stiles had lost his mother to Cancer a while back and that his father was unable to move on due to his busy job and lack of general skills with the ladies.
“Yeah, I know, I just…” Stiles nervously sputtered and he struggled to clean the house, not noticing when Scott silently began to pitch in. The house looked pretty decent with the laundry all in once place, a new bulb in the socket, clean counters, and a straightened out coffee table. Stiles, when finished, shot a thankful glance Scott’s way before leading him up to his bedroom, which was fairly clean and the bed was made. Stiles had been sleeping out on the couch as of recent, most of the time he had a stack of werewolf research on his bed, but it was next to his desk for now so Scott took a seat next on Stiles’ bed. “So did you want to start with English?”
“Huh?” Scott looked up from the photo of Stiles and his mother on his nightstand he’d picked up before nodding. “Yeah that sounds fine. I totally bombed that last test so we should probably go over that.” Scott tried to offer an apologetic grin for stealing the photo from its place on the nightstand.
“Don’t touch that!” Stiles almost yelled snatching the photo away before feeling his face flush and shaking his head, “Sorry I snapped…” He said looking at the photo with nostalgia. It was a worn picture in a wooden frame of his mother holding his hand as they walked the beach in California after a long day at Disneyland. Stiles had a Mickey-mouse-ear hat on and his mother was looking down at him laughing, saying something to him. Stiles wished so badly he could remember exactly what she had said to him on that day. He broke from the memory looking at Scott. “I’m sorry. You’re my best friend and its not like you don’t know about what happened to my mom but- I still- I still miss her, you know?” Scott nodded shallowly.
The tanner of the two teens pulled Stiles into a hug. “Its okay to miss her. I probably take my mom for granted all the time…” Scott tried to comfort the other as he held Stiles, who was desperately trying not to let a tear slip. “Its okay to hold those memories close, and crying can be really good for you, but remember that I’m always here for you. Remember that every day is a new chance to make new memories too.” He said feeling only a little weird about saying such deep things.
“Thanks.” Stiles said as he pulled back wiping the few tears that fell off his face, Scott surprisingly caught the last one with his thumb. This caused Stiles to realize how close they really were and he leaned in just a little further, kissing Scott. It was brief, but long enough for Stiles to feel the other on his lips and enjoy the contact. Stiles panicked a bit about how much he didn’t mind that Scott and he were kissing, the fact he was enjoying the way Scott added just a little bit of pressure and their soft lips collided a little bit harsher.
Scott allowed the lip lock but when it ended he stood up. “I’m with Allison.”
“I-I know I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking,” Stiles scrambled to answer, struggling to keep up with the new feelings coursing through his veins. He watched Scott pick up his things and dash out of the house. Stiles just sat still. Well, shit.
New moons bring a new start, a new beginning, a new Scott McCall and a new Stiles Stilinski.