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Fresh Starts | { Stiles & Boyd }

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stilinskicommastiles:

There was, indeed, a squawk. He spotted the hand ready to slap his fingers, too, so he relinquished the chips — for now. He moved onto his own sandwich and shrugged. “I am the definition of sexy.” One over-large bite of his sandwich later, he was covered in yet another assortment of crumbs. Stiles managed to brush himself off before continuing on, then nodded, grinning a little. “Most people get confused easy, anyway.” He snorted a little, then reached for one of his drinks and fiddled with the straw for a moment before getting it in. “Yeah, roll call’ll be interesting if the teacher actually gets past my name to yours. Reading can be so tricky.” There was a soft tsk. He’d had one teacher who had refused to call him Stiles and, after several valiant attempts to pronounce his name, had decided to stick with Mr. Stilinski. Stiles’ eyes suddenly widened and he pointed over at the wall behind Boyd, then said “Holy shit, what is that?” He went for the chips then because that was totally sneaky.

Boyd miraculously was able to keep most of his food in his mouth, unlike his brother who seemed to be wearing way more than he was swallowing. But it was endearing, in its own messy little way, he supposed. "It's extra tricky with your name, it gets worse with mine, the whole two last name things gets people caught up," Boyd was shuffling through is lunch, popping a few more chips into his mouth, a couple grapes to bite through the taste of cheese before he lifted his head to follow the line of Stiles' hand pointing over his shoulder. The moment he was looking back though his chips were being taken and he squawked at him this time, pushing out his chair to try and snatch them back. It was poor timing, especially when the chair caught the linoleum and slid far enough to trip some guy walking his trash to the waste can. The guy went down hard, getting the attention of most of the cafeteria. "Shit," Boyd whispered, moving away to reach so that he might help the guy up. But immediately he was pushed away, causing the dark teen to stumble back.

"Watch where the fuck you're going," The kid growled at Boyd as he picked himself, moving to crowd into his space as a few of his friends seemed to fill in the spaces on the side. "You're lucky you're new, hood, otherwise I'd kick your fucking ass for that." Immediately Boyd's features darkened, brows pinning down as his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "Don't call me that again."

"Oh yeah, or what, hood?"

"Or we're gonna have problems."

alwaysfiguresitout:

”You like zumba, man? You shaking what yo mama gave you out there?” Stiles teased as Boyd dropped his shoulders into a shrug. “Life of the party, really?”

"Zumba keeps you fit. I'm not gonna deny how freakin' good I look when I do it," Boyd shamelessly grinned back at the other, laughing as he ran a hand over his face and back against his head. "Hey, I call it as I see it, Bilinski."

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[Ice King]; You and Isaac are the two biggest babies I know

#ask #v:unencumbered #a:unencumbered #stilinskicommastiles

[text]; I am not a baby. [text]; I am merely a growing teen that needs sustenance. [text]; Which you're denying me right now.

#stillnotnoticingme

[text]; I'm strongly considering ditching last period. [text]; Feel free to talk me out of it. [text]; Or join me and we shall flee this cursed place. [text]; I want burgers.

[text]; Bailing on last period sounds like a good idea, to be honest.[text]; Meet you at the lockers after the bell.[text]; I want a shake.

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#;outofchances

Fresh Starts | { Stiles & Boyd }

#stilinskicommastiles #v:unencumbered #t:freshstarts

stilinskicommastiles:

“I expect something more than blatant line thievery. Blatant, dude.” He definitely understood that smile, was relieved to see it. It was weird to be in a new place. Stiles would acclimate, figure out a new way to fit into the background and get a few laughs while he did it. Easy enough. But it was weird. They were so far away from everything and everyone they knew. He missed Scott, it was like missing a sense or a hand or his comic collection. Stiles was pretty sure smiling wouldn’t even be a possible thing if his brother wasn’t there. Everything already felt stretched too thin.

Stiles picked up the bag of chips the moment Boyd’s hand pulled back and he peered inside, then narrowed his eyes and stuffed three chips in his mouth at once. Cheese powder flew over his chin and the front of his t-shirt. He kept chewing, snickering a little at Boyd’s description of Stiles’ definition of bored. His brother’s laugh had him smiling, then he turned to follow Boyd’s line of sight. Both brows shot up and he glanced back at Boyd. “That’s good, though. It’s a little slice of home, dude. S’kinda nice to know there are morons everywhere,” he said, not bothering to lower his voice. “They probably just think you’re hot, man. Or, you know, they’re impressed with you having lunch with the hotness that is me. Understandable. I’m bringing sexy back.” He poured the rest of the chip crumbs into his mouth.

Boyd's dark eyes shifted from the dust of florescent orange that powdered over Stiles shirt, to his face, to finally he was looking him back in the face and seeming clearly unimpressed with his theories. In blatant defiance he reached forward and snatched up the bag from the other's hand, raising his brows at an expect squawk before dipping his fingers inside to grab a good handful and dumping them onto the wrap next to his sandwich. With one hand poised to slap Stiles' fingers away if he tried to steal the chips back, he picked up his sandwich with the other and scoff. "You don't even know the definition of sexy," His words were spoken much softer than Stiles, though it was the common volume that he chose. He was a fly on the wall and preferred that way. Especially when Stiles was being his normally vain, though teasing self. "I think they're just confused to see us sitting together at all. People wouldn't assume us to be friends, let alone related." Boyd wiped at his mouth after he demolished a good half of his sub, putting back down so he could pop a few more chips into his mouth. "Can't wait until we actually have class together and they call our names back to back. 'Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Stilinski'. They're going to think we're insane."

alwaysfiguresitout:

”Zumba? Really Dude? Can you imagine me moving my hips that fast while in a sports bra?” He teased with a grin as he popped another chicken nugget into his mouth. “Mm, I’m glad I could make your night interesting.”

"Don't be hatin' on zumba, man," Boyd easily joked right back, feigning genuine offense until his lips broke free into a wide grin. His broad shoulders lifted up and dropped into a light shrug, stuffing a few more chips into his mouth, "Me too. I was getting really bored. You really know how to be the life of the party, dude."

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#glimpse

Fresh Starts | { Stiles & Boyd }

#stilinskicommastiles #v:unencumbered #t:freshstarts

stilinskicommastiles:

“Stole my line, dude.” Stiles grinned, flipped a chair around, and slid into the spot across from Boyd. He popped open his lunch bag and started unloading the fairly absurd amount of food he’d packed for the day. He spread most of it within Boyd’s reach, in case he wanted to snag something, and started unwrapping the sandwich he’d throw together. “I’m not digging the ‘new kid’ vibe,” he admitted after tearing off a bite.

It hadn’t been horribly bad. He’d been given an interested look at the beginning of class, then midway through when he’d interrupted the teacher just before they’d attempted to pronounce his name with an ‘I go by Stiles.’ Most of the looks had ended with a dismissal and a return to whatever the curious person had been doing previously. The majority of his apprehension had been focused on what was going on with Boyd. He took another bite, clearing off a good half of the sandwich, and chewed for a moment before speaking again. There was a soft tapping sound as the worn heel of his sneaker drummed against the linoleum. “How’d you manage without me? You were bored, right?”

"I can read your mind, Stiles, what do you expect from me?" Boyd easily returned the smile, his a little more subdued by he knew that Stiles understood that it held just as much as warmth as Stiles' had. Where Stiles always tended to be so much more animated and able to express himself in all these intricate ways, Boyd tended to be near the opposite. But he felt just the same as Stiles tended to, though he wasn't always that good at expressing them, he was just the same. Though he had a feeling no one else really took the time to realize that, especially in this school. People saw him as a lumbering giant, stupid and just waiting for someone to pound into the floor. "I'm not digging it either, not even a little bit, man."

Boyd easily reached over to take a few chips from Stiles' bag of Doritios, half tempted to take the whole thing but he knew the lip he'd get for that so he chose to hold off. At least for now when the other was still looking at him. "I managed," Boyd supplied after he'd washed down the cheesy crisps with a gulp of soda, "I mean I guess I had less distractions in class, if that's what you mean by 'bored'." He laughed softly, giving a slow shake of his head before he noticed a few girls at the next table looking at him. As soon as they made eye contact that whirled back around, giggling. He made a face at Stiles and rolled his eyes, "I think people are thinkin' I'm just big and stupid and you're my keeper."

alwaysfiguresitout:

”Oh shit, my dancing is horrible.” Stiles murmured, “I’m really sorry I had to put you through that—-shit, I was probably really embarrassing.” He groaned and held his head in his hands.

"Eh, you could use a few zumba classes," Boyd teased with a soft laugh, rolling his eyes toward the other before just giving a meager little shrug. "Like I said, man, it's fine. You were having fun I didn't mind too much. I think it might have been the highlight of my night, made it interesting."

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stillnotnoticingme:

[Ice King]; Oh my god Boyd you're not going to die before I can get there with food chill out

[ text ]; I am going to die. I need sustenance.

#stillnotnoticingme

I’ve been looking for a fight All the trouble that I know Trying to lose the world inside But it’s got no place to go

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Fresh Starts | { Stiles & Boyd }

#stilinskicommastiles #v:unencumbered #t:freshstarts

stilinskicommastiles:

“Only two,” he said with a shrug. He seemed more casual that he actually was, and he wasn’t big on making the best of a bad situation — he liked complaining far too much — but their options were limited. Suddenly, sharply, he missed Beacon Hills. He missed Scott and the familiar halls, every little thing that had scraped at his nerves before. He wanted to know that the water fountain next to the science lab squirted people in the face. This was totally new and as much as Stiles loved learning new things, discovering something interesting and different, change ripped its way in and it was uncomfortable. He broke free from his thoughts when his brother laughed. It was quiet, of course, but one learned to pick up on the quiet things when it came to Boyd. “Well, yeah. It’s my joy and my responsibility to steal your pudding cups, dude. I’m saving you from possible lactose intolerance. And I never ask for a thank you.” He clicked his tongue once and shrugged, grinning. Then, he sighed, reluctant but agreeable. “Guess so.” Lightly, he reached out to playfully punch Boyd’s shoulder, then he readjusted his backpack and started down the hall. “‘Til lunch.” Then, he lifted a hand to his ear, as though he were holding a phone. ‘If you need me’ went unsaid.

Boyd felt that trepidation settle in the column of his throat as they separated, even with the assurance left in the wake of his brother to call if he needed, he was nervous. Boyd didn't do new things, it was bad enough back in Beacon Hills to drag him out of the house and away from his things to go out and hang out with their friends. He had been comfortable with those people because he'd known them since he was little, but this was fresh and he didn't like it. Boyd preferred having consistency and he preferred to be familiar. He knew it was stupid to think that would come in a few days, or even a few weeks but he didn't want to have to wait to find that comfortable way of things again.

It'd taken entirely too long to get to lunch. After spending his last few periods in the back of the room with a good amount of the other students turning back to eye him suspiciously he was ready to get back to spending his time with someone familiar. Snagging his lunch from his locker he moved toward the cafeteria. Luckily it looked large enough that there were plenty of open seats left over and he found an empty table, setting his things out and waiting for his brother. Looking up when he showed he gave him a tight lipped smirk, "Good to see you've survived so far."

stillnotnoticingme:

[Ice King]; I'll get there when I get there. Patience young grasshopper

[ text ]; I don't have patience when my stomach is eating itself. [ text ]; I'm going to literally starve.

#stillnotnoticingme

alwaysfiguresitout:

”Wait——drunken stupors? I mean, I know I could barely stand last night but….who’d you dance with?” Stiles asked curiously as he finished up his chicken nuggets.

Boyd licked his lips nervously, popping a few more chips into his mouth in vein hopes to stall his answer just for a few moments longer. But he knew he wasn't going to be able to escape it that long and he gave a shrug. "Well there was you trying to dance with me," It was kind of hard to call dancing, more just like humping his leg, but that was besides the point. "But I figured you were pretty smashed so I passed you off to McCall with some water."