Lydia, Scott, Malia, and Liam were talking by their lockers when a loud group of kids walked through the doors. Annoyed, they looked over.

"Why the hell are they being so loud?" Lydia mumbled, very obviously annoyed. She had been this way for weeks, ever since Stiles came back from wherever he was and had grown distant. He disappeared about 5 months ago, and came back less than 2 months ago. When he came back, the pack had been ecstatic, though they had failed to notice that he was missing for about 2 weeks. However, when Stiles did come back, he refused to talk about the time he was gone, and had become quiet, and distant.

What really pissed Lydia off, though, was the fact that he had come back hotter than before, but had rejected her, even though when he left, he had been infatuated with her. He claimed "He didn't feel that way anymore" and left.

"I don't know," Malia said, equally irritated for the same reason. She studied them, and noticed that they all looked vastly different, yet acted like a real family. Almost like a pack, except closer.

One of them, an Asian boy with black, very good looking hair, shoved another guy with huge eyebrows, to which eyebrows pushed back and it ended up being a shove battle. That was until a blonde boy with a limp stopped them. A tall, dark-skinned guy was walking, talking with-was that Stiles?

So apparently the old pack member knew the new kids. In fact, he seemed pretty close with them, closer than he ever was with the pack.

"Dude, are you seeing this?" the werecoyote asked, nudging Lydia and Scott.

"Wha-" the banshee stopped mid sentence to stare at the sight that was currently walking toward them.

The four supernaturals' shock grew even more when Stiles moved to the front of the group to wrap an arm around the blonde person's shoulder. He smiled down at the limping boy, with a look of love in his eyes. Stiles didn't even look at the members of the McCall pack when he walked by, too focused on the guy who he had an arm wrapped around.

He was only shocked out of his stupor when the Asian guy who was previously fighting the eyebrow kid, shoved him, making him stumble slightly, but still not as much as the old Stiles would have.

"Yo, shank, stop staring at him," the guy said. "We get it, you're in love, but do you have to shove it in the single peoples' faces?"

The two lovebirds laughed, and turned the corner, the other three following. "Actually, Minho, yes. I do," Thomas replied, with a smirk. "It's quite enjoyable."

Footsteps behind them interrupted the conversation, and the Gladers turned around, alert. But they relaxed when they saw Thomas relax. The leader only relaxed because he recognized that Scott, Liam, Malia, and Lydia were no threat.

"Scott, Lydia, Malia, Liam," he greeted, his friends immediately put two and two together and assumed that these were part of the 'pack' that Thomas used to be a part of. They moved behind him. "Did you need something?" His voice matched his blank expression.

"Um," Scott started. "Yeah, actually." He stopped, trying to find the words to ask, even though it wasn't that hard.

"Well?" Eyebrows prodded, impatiently.

"Uh, how do you know these people, Stiles?" Liam interjected, seeing that his Alpha was struggling to form the words.

"These are my fa-friends," Stiles answered, barely stopping himself from say 'family', because that was what the Gladers were to him. With what they had been through, they were more than friends, they were family. The McCall pack didn't need to know that, though.

"Oh. Cool." Liam smiled. That puppy.

"Yeah-"

"What are you wearing?" Lydia interrupted, staring at the shirt the blonde kid was wearing. "That's Stiles' jersey."

"Yeah, I know," Newt responded. "He gave it to me."

"Wh-but when I asked, you said you never let anyone wear it." Her voice was a mix of jealousy and heartbreak.

"Yeah...anyone but Newt," Thomas said in a 'duh' tone.

"Why?" Her voice was quiet.

"Because-" Once again the leader of the Gladers was interrupted, this time by Minho.

"Because they're in love, and dating." Of course, he just had to go out and say it.

Crickets.

The McCall pack was silent for long enough that Fry, Gally, Minho, Newt, and Thomas all started to walk away, backwards.

That seemed to knock the supernaturals back into the world.

"Oh," was what they all said.

"Yeah.." Thomas trailed awkwardly. He turned to his true friends. "Alright, let's go."

Hey hey hey y'all, It's your girl, Kels

I'm sorry, I know that was cringe (the story and whatever that was ^) Anyway, I totally didn't think of this at a baseball game and forgot to write it when I got home.

Love y'all for reading my cringy shit.

Have a wonderful night/day/life/whatever you want.