“We only got a few more weeks, before the house is up for rent, we have to decide now and buddy up with the landlord if we don’t want to get bought out by a bunch of douche bag seniors.” Stiles tapped the screen of his phone, looking at the floor plan of the house he’d been eyeing since he’d decided on what college he’d attend in the fall with Scott and Kira.
“Dude, it’s graduation! Stop talking about the house!” Scott shouted over the boisterous crowd of parents and Beacon Hill High School graduates.
Stiles blinked as he looked up from his phone. His eyes skimmed the crowd for anyone important. His father was headed towards him, but he still had at last thirty seconds before he’d be forced to participate in group photos.
Stiles yanked off his cap and stuffed it under his armpit. He scrolled through pictures of the house on his phone and showed them to Scott. “C’mon man, look at this! It’s beautiful. Now imagine living in it. You and Kira would have your own room together. You could have all the sexy times you want, and you won’t have to worry about pesky roommates.”
“No, just a pesky housemate, and his two soul mates when they visit.”
“Speaking of which, since I have two soul mates, I think I should get he bigger room since I’ll need a bigger bed for when they visit.”
“That’s my boy,” John Stilinski said as he enveloped Stiles’ in a hug, either not hearing the conversation Stiles was in the middle of, or not caring. “I’m so proud of you.”
Mrs. McCall appeared a second later with a camera. John and Mrs. McCall got about ten pictures in before Kira and her parents showed up. Stiles lost track of how many photos were taken after that—all he knew by the end of it was: if he ever saw another flash again, it would be too soon.
The parents discussed dinner plans while Stiles showed Kira the pictures of the house for rent and Scott groaned. Scott’s tune suddenly changed though when Kira mentioned she loved the view from the backyard bay window.
It was as Stiles was discussing his payment plan for the rent that he looked up and saw Chris and Peter off to the side. Chris smiled with pride while Peter kept looking around like there was a pesky bug buzzing around his head (probably the cacophony of sounds were wreaking havoc with his senses).
Chris grabbed Peter’s wrist and tugged him toward Stiles, breaking Peter out of whatever mental state he was in. As soon as his gaze was on Stiles’, Peter cocky attitude was on full on display.
Stiles’ passed Scott his phone. “Here, check it out. I’m going.”
Scott opened his mouth to ask “where” when he spotted Chris and Peter. He snapped his mouth shut and shook his head. He sent a weak glare Peter’s way.
Stiles grinned and wondered how Scott would react if he knew Peter was a werewolf. Peter, Chris, and Stiles had discussed letting Scott in on the secret, but had agreed to keep Scott in the dark until Scott either learned to like Peter or some catastrophic event forced them to tell him.
Stiles was betting on the latter.
Stiles met Peter and Chris halfway across the field.
Chris wrapped Stiles up in a hug tight enough to rival a bear’s. “We’re both proud of you,” he said as he pulled away.
Peter nodded. His hand slipped behind Stiles’ back, resting on Stiles’ cradle. “Yes, we are. You are now one step closer to surpassing Chris in education.”
Chris glared at Peter. “Why haven’t I shot you yet?”
Peter leered knowingly at Chris. “I believe you know why, Chris. You absolutely adore me.”
“I think you need to go back to school, Peter, because ‘adore’ …’I don’t think it means what you think it means.’”
Stiles burst out laughing, his hand reaching out for Chris’ as he leaned into Peter’s side.
“Do you see what you’ve done to Stiles? He’s in hysterics,” Peter exclaimed.
“I think it was your poor understanding of your vocabulary that did that to him,” Chris rebuked.
Stiles continued to laugh as Chris and Peter bantered and bickered, both enjoying themselves immensely. Stiles pulled Chris closer so he could wrap his arm around Chris’ waist.
He had Chris on one side and Peter on the other. They drove him crazy and were flawed to the point of absolute ridiculousness.
And he loved them both and wouldn’t trade them for anyone or anything.