Speeding through the streets of Beacon Hills with a bickering Corey and Mason in his truck was not what Theo was expecting when he picked up the phone yesterday, and he certainly wasn't expecting to be driving them and him to the lacrosse game. His gear sat propped against the backseat door, Corey keeping a watchful gaze on it every time Theo made a reckless turn. It felt homely, comfortable. His fingertips tap against the wheel to the melody thumping through the speakers. Yet again, he catches a whiff of something distinctly Liam, all strawberries, axe body spray and decomposing leaf litter. A strange mixture, but nice nonetheless. Theo blinks hard, opens Mason’s window and turns the fan on high, battling the thought and scent of Liam with a burst of autumnish cold evening air from outside. Mason yelps and glares mightily at Theo. Theo clenches his jaw and resolutely doesn't start giggling at the face he pulls, awash with indignation. “Told you, he's the evil truck overlord!” says Corey, still so unnervingly close to Theo's ear. Theo bites a smile back in response and scoffs. “It stinks in here. You can't expect me to smell the constant stink of Liam's axe spray all the time. I'm somewhat dignified still, dude.” Mason makes several faces at once, eventually settling on a schooled curiosity. “Liam's been in your truck?” he questions, eyebrows rising fast. Theo starts to fear they'll merge into his hairline if he says anything else. He snorts, focusing on the road and not the piercing gazes of his passengers. “Yeah. I took him on a bunch of errands yesterday after practice.” he says, the words hanging damnably heavy in the air. Theo very much doesn't gulp as they finally pull into the Devonford car park, the timing ending the conversation there and somewhat unfortunately, then. He also totally doesn't flick his claws back in quietly as Corey hands gets out of the truck and hands Theo his lacrosse gear. There's a knowing look in his eyes. “My advice, loverboyyy-” he smiles, somehow comforting and patronising at the same time. Theo bristles and Corey snorts. “Woah, relax here. I'm not giving you a shovel talk here. Promise” Theo shifts his weight onto his other foot, leans on Shirley and begrudgingly feels more comfortable about a lot of things. He loosens his hold on his chemosignals, to which he gets rewarded with a bright smile from Corey. “Dude, Liam's so hilariously into you. I'm not sure I can take much more of watching him stare dreamily at you in history”

What.

It's like his brain stops. “I'm not sure he ‘stares dreamily’ at me, Corey. He's got a bit more tact than that” Theo manages out around his thought process, making very exaggerated air quotations to back himself up. Corey looks less than convinced. All they did was joke about batty old Mr Cranbry to each other quietly and make innuendos about insane athenian cultural practices, he wasn't sure it was the height of romantic action. He's met with yet another raised eyebrow of lizardish, oh-so holy sanctum. “Bro.” Corey says, that unsettlingly wide smile plastered on his face like a paper mâche project. A naturally interrogatory one too, because Theo hasn't managed to escape ridicule, even in redemption. And to think he used to be a major threat to preteens with existing medical issues. He sighs, long-suffering and decides that strangling his chemosignals into submission is just too much work. He lets himself feel. Corey beams and Theo smiles minutely back at him. Theo kicks himself off Shirley and swings his lacrosse gear behind him, taking a breath and tuning out the substantial chatter from Corey as they start towards the changing rooms at an amicable pace. He doesn't catch much after 30 seconds of it besides “Bro, really. The way he looks at you is absurd.” because he's not continuing the conversation about how Liam may or may not look at him. He tolerates “It's like you’ve hung the stars in the sky, which is weird because you're kind of an asshole. Which isn't to say that I've not forgiven you, because I have and we're friends and that's honestly great and maybe- Hey! THEO!” before he books it towards the changing rooms at an impressive speed walk. Corey catches up to him with ease, Theo glares. Corey doesn't even notice. Unbelievable. This nonchalant bastard. Christ. He thinks. “You playing?” comes the gleeful chirp beside him, to which Theo nods at. “You know dude, you gotta talk sometime. I know I chatter but we're chill! Tell me things!” He gripes at Theo. “I held your towel up so you could get changed at the beach without vanishing last Saturday. I think you probably don't need to hear about my favourite colour, Corey.” He says instead, smile tugging at his lips. Corey’s jaw drops. “You'll catch flies, dude” “YOU ADMIT WE'RE FRIENDS??” screeches the chimera beside him. “Yes? We were pack once, and we're friends now.” Theo manages around the lump in his throat. He feels an arm wrap itself around his waist and pull him in for an awkward little side-hug. “I like you too, dude. You're cool” says Corey, fully unaware that he's Theo's first ever friend. And if he wipes a tear out of the corner of his eye as they walk through the door into the boys changing rooms, then it's his business alone.

for @fruchtfliege (imagine as if theo and malia were there with scott and stiles all the time being chaotic) and also for @teenwolfrarepairevents for the twrp character of the month :)

take my hand and you’ll see      love will find us, will find us…

Got a rebel heart a country mile wide

kira yukimura week     ↳ day one - favourite friendship