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[broski]

First grade ;

The first big change of Scott and Stiles’ relationship hit them in the first grade—along with the girl named Lydia. Lydia, who was Stiles’ first crush and love in life, received his affections in the forms of arts and crafts—macaroni art with their names written in hearts, normally half finished because Stiles could hardly focus on one thing for more than five minutes. His heart fell into turmoil; however, one day when he saw Scott had taken his place beside Lydia—working on what should be his macaroni supplies, in his spot, beside his girl. The heartbreak and betrayal was great—and only multiplied when Scott saw him and offered a toothy grin. He lifted up his macaroni art.

S & S
Best Friends.

Stiles grins. They most certainly are.

Seventh grade ;

The next big change in their relationship took place on a cold November night—colder even still for the boys, because Stiles' mom breathed her last breath, death ridden on a hospital bed. The Stilinski household changed that night—the Sheriff never smiled the same anymore, except for when looking upon his son's face to see the remains of her wife's features delicately pasted all along Stiles. Stiles wasn't quite the same either—holed up and lonesome. Locked up, far away from where anyone else could reach him. But Scott knew him painfully better than that, and with the fear of seeming a little gay, he reached out and held his best friend's hand, tears mirroring each other on either of their faces. And he held his hand—at the memorial, and at the funeral, and at the burial, and at sleep overs when Stiles would break down from the pain in his heart.

"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too."

They weren't friends anymore. They were brothers.

Eighth grade ;

When Scott's mother finally finalized her divorce is when the brothers reached a new height in their relationship. Melissa McCall was happy—and Scott was proud, happy, but some part of him missed his father, despite the horror he was. Some part of him felt lonely without a father by his side, but that hole was quickly filled by late night gaming sessions with his brother—where Stiles would let him win, against every fiber in his being. And if he didn't want to play games, there were always comics tucked into the depths of his backpack—and if he didn't want comics, they had the internet—and if he didn't want the internet, Stiles would just hug him, because his world was shattering but there would always be one constant—he would always have Stiles.

"I love you, man."
"I love you too."

Funnily enough, both boys who seem so incapable of love, mean it. They mean it.

Freshman year ;

Freshman year declared the year when Scott turned into a werewolf—naturally, Stiles was beside him the entire time. Despite the struggles of his now everyday life, the constant threat of killing him, and strange boosts in anger management, Stiles continually sought answers—tried to help his friend through the time that no one knew anything about. The beat downs were rough, and Scott messed up his fair shared of times, but the Beta gone Alpha made it through—found a girlfriend, even—all the while following Stiles' lead. Most of the time.

"Someone has to keep watch"
"I don't want to be Robin all the time."

Scott grins off to himself. Stiles is his rock—never his stepping stone.

Sophomore year;

When Scott McCall held a flare in his hand, dripping in lighter fluid, Stiles Stilinski didn't know what to do. They were children at heart—he'd never grown from his crush on Lydia or the death of his mother, and Scott hadn't gotten over Allison or his parents divorce. Just children, who had thought they were so much more grown up than they were, kids who thought they were ready for whatever life threw at them, but couldn't have been more wrong. Stiles' mind flashes to the slumber parties—countless in number—the attempts they made at all nighters, the struggles they met when studying new problems. He thinks about all of it, about being a child who used to cry over his mother every night, and about the brother who was right next to him the entire time. He thinks about Scott cursing the world for feeling pity on his father, and Stiles, patting his back and telling him he's not to blame. He thinks about living in the world without Scott. He thinks, but doesn't compute—because if Scott dies, there's no way he's leaving Stiles here alone. And all Scott can think about is how he can't kill his best friend—about all his hugs and nods in reassurance—when Scott wasn't sure he was entirely human anymore, and stiles brought him back down every time.

"I'm no one."
"You're not no one. You're my best friend."

My brother.