Sum 2001
“Come,” Stiles tugs his friends foot trying to haul him out of bed. “On.” he tugs again. “Mccall!” he grunts putting all of his one hundred and forty seven pounds into his last attempt to pull the other boy out of bed.
“I’m not going.” moans Scott miserably. He’s not budging. He hadn’t budged since his girlfriend Kira had broke up with him and Stiles had just about had it up to here.
“Scott as your best friend I refuse to let you spend another day in bed sulking.” He huffs and with that he leaves the room and comes back with a pitcher filled with ice water and proceeds to dump it on Scotts’ mid section.
“Fuck Stiles!” he shouts at his friend as he jumps up from his now damp cold covers.
Stiles merely laughs. Now out of bed. Scott curses and pulls up his pants.
“Fuck you Stiles.” he mutters again.
“Love you too buddy.” he answers tossing his friend a clean grey muscle shirt.
Scott looks at him with his eyes slit. “Don’t think I am not still pissed at you dude.”
“Aw, don’t be that way Scotty.” says Stiles feigning hurt and placing a hand to his heart.
Scott rolls his eyes as he tugs on the shirt Stiles had tossed him. “Alright. I’m up. Now what do you want?”
“Now I know you didn’t forget todays’ concert day buddy.” he replies tossing the other boy his Adidas -- and Scott fumbles to catch them. He throws the shoes to the floor before Stiles finishes talking.
“Oh no, I told you I am not going.”
“And I told you, we were going.” says Stiles firmly.
“Fuck Stiles!” Scott swears again. “I told you-”
“I know you got these tickets for you and Kira but you know what man-- and I am sorry ‘cause you know love her and all. But fuck her. She dropped you. And now I’ve had to watch you spend the first half of this summer wallowing. Guess what? Your little Pity Party or Grieving Period or whatever is over with. You’re going to this concert and we’re going to have a good time and that’s final!” he says all in one breath.
“Fine.” says Scott begrudgingly agreeing because deep down he knew his best friend was right it was time he stopped wallowing.
***
Of course, an hour out in Stiles dirty power blue over heating Jeep, in the sweltering heat now had him regretting his decision. “Dude how did I let you talk me into this?!” he complains. “Its too damn hot for this shit!”
“Scott man-- will you just shove it were nearly there.” says Stiles as he at last turns off the heat and turns right into the parking area.
“See.” he huffs shortly turning off his car and stepping out of the Jeep. The strong mixture of scents like weed, cigarettes and booze could be smelled from where they were standing and the boys couldn’t help but take a minute to laugh before racing and rough housing with each other all the way up to the first white board both boys completely out of breath but Stiles was pleased to find Scott smiling.
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