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How to be a teenager

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Cross-dressing, angst, small smut, so much flufffffff
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It wasn't supposed to go like this.
''You know Allison Argent?''
Stiles frowns slightly and shifts his weight, sitting on the floor in Scott's room. ''The new girl?''
''Yeah,'' says Scott softly.
Stiles glances at him, oblivious to Halo they're playing.
''She's cute,'' adds Scott.
Stiles turns back to the computer. ''You want to date her?'' he asks, keeping his face blank.
Scott smiles. ''She's cute,'' he repeats.
Stiles has known Scott for years, Allison knows him for barely one day – yet it's the first time Scott has this expression on his face.
Stiles kills his character.
Just like that, Scott's good mood evaporates. He leans back, letting out the air, and turns to look at Stiles.
''Did you have to do that?'' asks Scott, his gaze steely.
Stiles is completely still, afraid to even swallow to not agitate Scott further.
''I'm sorr-''
''Whatever,'' Scott cuts him off and turns back to the computer. ''I love you, man, but you're such a crappy friend sometimes.''

There was no sudden realization. They've always been so close that it seemed natural.
On Tuesday, Scott and Allison talk with each other, smiling way too much than necessary. On Thursday, Scott gives Allison a pen and their hands touch. They keep exchanging glances.
Next week, Stiles eats lunch with Scott, listening about Allison.
''She likes archery,'' says Scott, locking eyes with him for once. ''Archery. Isn't that amazing? You should get a similar hobby.''
Stiles plasters a smile on his face and mutter yeah, then feels the grimace slipping away as his gaze wanders to the side.
He has an odd feeling that someone's watching him and looks up to see Derek Hale.
Stiles raises eyebrows and turns back to his lunch, hoping that Scott didn't notice.

During the first two weeks, Stiles learns that Allison is nice. She doesn't see much of Stiles, obviously focused on Scott, who's equally concentrated on her.
Stiles wants to hate her.
He goes to the Jungle to whine to Dorothy, who's never been good at comforting people and now just feeds him his own peanut butter cookies.
''You know, there's always sex change,'' says Charlie. ''I mean, it helped me.''
''I don't want to be a girl,'' frowns Stiles. ''I'm very happy being a guy. I'm unhappy about being gay.''
''You can't really do anything about that,'' says Dorothy gently, patting his hair.
Yashiro watches him, considering. ''You should just forget about Scott. I mean, find a new hobby or something. Start cross-dressing like us.''
Stiles makes a face. ''I'd look terrible as a girl. I'd feel the same as those people who go to a zoo to have a good time and instead get stared down by llamas, turning uncomfortable and kind of scared.''
Charlie draws in her eyebrows. ''I've never got stared down by llamas.''
''Are you scared of llamas?'' asks Dorothy, careful. ''That's okay-''
''No, that's not it,'' Stiles cuts her off. ''Ugh, never mind.''
''Seriously, try cross-dressing,'' repeats Yashiro. ''Just look at us. We've made a career out of it,'' she adds, Dorothy nodding at her words.
''Scott would disown me if he knew what you were saying.''
''Scott is an asshole,'' mutters Charlie.
Stiles' lips tighten, the edges of his mouth turning down. ''Don't talk like-''
''He's always been an asshole for us,'' states Yashiro, preparing her wig. ''Don't try to pretend otherwise.''
Stiles grimaces and is ready to reply, but Dorothy just pushes another cookie at him. ''Let's not talk about it now. Help me choose an outfit for tonight?''
Stiles lets out the air and nods, standing up.

''Shit, we had homework?'' asks Scott on Monday. It's the third week already.
''Yeah,'' Stiles nods and leans down to search his backpack. ''This printout, remember?''
''I completely forgot after the date with Allison.''
Stiles gives him a tight smile, although it's a good thing. Scott will talk about his date and won't ask about Stiles' weekend at the Jungle.
Scott glances at him and raises his eyebrows. He isn't smiling anymore. ''You should make more effort to be friends with her,'' he says. ''She's my girlfriend, after all.''
When Stiles doesn't reply, his eyes still on the printout, Scott shakes his head.
''I'll just copy the answers,'' he states, reaching for the paper.
Stiles has a dumb urge to keep it to himself to punish Scott for the date. God, he's so pathetic.
''Thanks.'' Scott smiles at him and quickly rewrites the answers. He has the skill by now, after all, thinks Stiles bitterly just to unleash self-hate for the thought.
Scott replies to the last question on the sheet and gives it back to Stiles. He smiles at him suddenly. ''You know I love you,'' he says, touching Stiles' cheek and taking his hand right back when the rest of the students come into the classroom.