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"Unintentionally Weird"

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"If you had just let me drive the stupid Jeep, we would have been here ten minutes earlier!" 

 "Well maybe you should just drive faster you idiot!" 

"You're the idiot, you idiot!" 

 The sound of the boy's bickering could be heard even over the loud music as they pulled up to Lydia's large house later that night. Oliver gave his friend a stiff glare as he lightly pushed his arm. "I drive fast." 

 "You were going 85 in 90!" 

 "Well I don't want to exceed the speed-limit!" 

Ollie huffed, pushing his door open and quickly jogging out, making Stiles have to rush to catch up with him, tripping over his own feet in the process and almost taking Oliver down with him. "Jeez, Stiles, learn to walk!" 

 "Yeah well the loud music isn't really helping my balance." The boy shot back, pouting at his friends lack of appreciation for his sensitive hearing. "I had so much Adderall before this-"

 "I have a container of sleeping pills in my pocket." 

 "Hell yeah, drugs for life." 

 The boys high-fived, carefully maneuvering around a couple making out, and making Oliver immediately wish that he was somewhere else. "This is awkward."

"Yeah, maybe we should make out to fit in better." 

"Oh, ha, ha." 

 "There he is," Stiles sharply grabbed Oliver's wrist to point at Scott, who was currently dancing with his date, which seemed way to normal for Ollie. He held his arm out, preventing Stiles from chewing out their friend on trying to punch him. "Wait." 

 He tilted his head to the side, much resembling a slightly scary confused puppy and squinted. Stiles tried to copy his expression, but only ended up rolling his eyes and letting his hands fall limply at his side. "Well are we just gonna stand here all night, or-" 

 "Now." 

 Stiles's head whipped to look back at Scott, while Ollie allowed himself a smug grin at his correct assumption. He saw it in the way his friend was wincing with every step, but now he had pulled away from Allison, his eyes screwed shut and his hand pressed against his temple in what seemed to be pain. "That, my friend, is weird." 

 Stiles turned to stare at the sky, Oliver following his gaze and seeing the full moon glaring dauntingly down at the two. Now, he still thinks the whole werewolf series is ridiculous, but it may actually make some sort of weird sense when he really thinks about it... which is a hole he prefers to not dig himself further into. 

 "Huh, nice. Let's go get McCall now." 

 He soon found that they don't actually have to go find Scott, as he had stumbled directly into the pair in his painful effort to get out the door. Stiles grabbed his arm. "Scott! Are you okay?"  

 The boy didn't answer, just continued his walk that reminded Oliver of a drunken sloth. He blinked once, sharing a look with Stiles, who immediately huffed in frustration. "I'm driving!" 

 "No you're not!" 

 "I'm faster!" 

 "It's my car!" 

 And they sprinted for the vehicle.

 ***

Oliver was the one who ended up driving, and he was also the one who made it to Scott's bedroom first, knocking repeatedly and annoyingly on the locked bathroom door. "Scott, Scott, Scott, Scott-!"

 "Go away!" 

"No!" He continued to bang on the door, until Stiles finally appeared in the room and shoved him away from it. "Asshole! You locked me into your car!" 

 "Listen you guys!" Scott's muffled voice piped up, interrupting Oliver from laughing at an inappropriate moment. "You've got to find Allison!" 

 "What?" Ollie asked, the words sounding too muffled for his liking, making Stiles roll his eyes and hit his friends chest. "He said we have to find Allison." 

"Why?" 

 "I don't know-" Stiles leaned closer to the door so he could speak clearer, "Allison is fine, I saw her leave the party." 

 "What? When?" 

 "After you knocked someone into the swimming pool." 

 "Ha, oh." 

 Oliver could vaguely hear Scott mumbling something under his breath, and leaned closer, leaning down so his head was next to Stiles's. "Speak up, buddy." 

 "It's Derek Hale! Derek Hale is the werewolf! He's the one who bit me, he's the one who killed the girl in the woods." 

 Ollie sighed deeply. He is no stranger to Derek's tragic backstory. Everyone in Beacon Hills knows what happened to his family, and Ollie feels a stab of remorse every time he hears the surname, since he is no stranger to the feeling. Apparently being a werewolf is now part of the deal, and Ollie wondered why he wasn't also a werewolf with a sad backstory. 

 "Scott.... Derek is the one who drove Allison from the party."

 Stiles's voice was almost a whisper, but his words still made Oliver tense. If Derek really was a bloodthirsty beast that was interested in killing Scott, it was probably not ideal that he was currently alone with his girlfriend. Oliver and Stiles shared one of their famous wide-eyed looks, before they both sprinted out of the bedroom, bickering about who was going to drive. 

 ***

"Hi Mrs. Argent, you have no idea who I am-" 

 Almost immediately, Oliver's hand reached out from where he was standing and pulled Stiles to the side, taking his place in front of the door and offering Allison's mother his most charming smile. "What my friend means to say is that we are friends of Allison's, and were wondering if she is home?" 

 The older woman raised a confused eyebrow at the two boys, who grinned in unison like the creepy twins from The Shining. 

She sighed, shaking her head slightly, "Allison! It's for you!" 

 The two held their breath, staring at the top of the visible staircase, only relaxing when the brunette came into view, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion as she replaced her mother's place and tried for a smile. "Oliver? What are you doing here?" 

 He continued to smile awkwardly, pretending to not see the look Stiles gave him. He wracked his brain for something to say, but came up blank. So he blurted out the first thing that came to his head. 

 "There's a lacrosse game next week." 

 The girl leaned against the door frame, raising one of her perfect eyebrows at the curly-haired brunet. "I thought you hated lacrosse." 

 His smile fell. "I do. Religiously. It is the worst sport that has ever been invented ever and I think that whoever came up with it should get one of those sticks shoved up their-" 

 "Scott wanted us to tell you!" Stiles jumped in, saving his friend from saying something very incriminating. Allison's eyes flickered over to the other boy, who began speaking in a rushed voice in order to get them out of there sooner. "Because he's sick! And he's fine! He just needed some... drugs." 

 Oliver face-palmed as Allison began looking more and more confused by the second, shifting her gaze in between the two boys on her doorstep, who looked like they both wanted to kill themselves. "He needed drugs?" 

 Stiles nodded, "Uh, huh... you know how it is, sometimes you just need drugs." 

 "I hate you.... so much." Ollie muttered quietly, making Stiles shoot him an annoyed look. "We have to go." 

 "Yeah, we have to go." 

 "Goodbye." 

 "Goodbye!" 

 Ollie grabbed Stiles's arm, glaring at his friend the entire walk to the car, completely aware of the odd look they got from the girl. As soon as they were safely driving away, he exhaled. "Drugs? Seriously, Stilinski?" 

 "Well what was I supposed to say?" 

 "Not that!"

  Stiles rested his head on the dashboard as Ollie kept his eyes on the dark road. "I'm sorry that I can't talk sometimes." He muttered bitterly under his breath, making Ollie laugh despite the situation. 

 "You're just unintentionally weird." He chuckled, making Stiles laughed back, mainly just because the other boy's was so contagious. 

 So there they were, two wildly embarrassed boys, cracking up in the car in the middle of the night, driving down an abandoned road and pretending that there weren't "werewolves" in their lives now. In was all fine, they were both happy, until they almost hit Scott. 

 "What the fuck!" Oliver slammed on the break, instinctively slamming his fist on the horn and making Scott grimace, doubling over in pain. Stiles gave his friend a look, and Ollie winced. "That's my bad." 

 Stiles leaned his head out of the window like a dog, "Get in the car!" 

 So he did, and they kept driving in silence, all of them having questions, but not enough emotional energy to actually ask them. Finally, Scott spoke up. "You know what actually worries me the worst?" 

 Stiles blinked. "If you say Allison I am going to punch you in the head." 

 "She probably hates me now." 

 "I doubt that. But you better come up with a pretty amazing apology, or you could just tell her the truth and come up with the fact that you are a freaking werewolf!" 

 "Bad idea!" Oliver cut in, stopping the car and spinning around so he could look his friends in the eyes with a threatening look. "And I need to make it clear that nobody tells Katrin about this." 

 "Why?" 

 "Because I said so, dipshit!" Oliver rolled his eyes at Stiles, scoffing. "She won't get it okay? I barely even get it. We don't need to give her something else to worry about, and I don't want to put her in danger." 

 The two boys nodded, and so did Ollie, turning back to re-start the car, and saying one more thing that brought the others more comfort than it should have. 

 "We'll get through this... we always do." 

A/N: 

I wrote this with no feeling in my mouth let's go. 

 Ollie when he saw Scott in the road: 

Seriously, that boy is my spirit animal, and Stiles and Ollie are currently bestie goals™. 

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