"Oh my gosh, what is that he doing? Everyone, look!" Scott raised his head from his Wolverine comic book (He didn't know how to read yet, but he loved to look at the pictures) and tried to place the voice. It came from a girl in his class. She was pointing to the jungle gym.
Scott leaned off his bench a little to get a slightly better look. It was that boy in his class, the one with the weird name that teachers don't even try to pronounce. He was at the very tippy top, hanging upside-down by his legs. Scott rolled his eyes, like that was anything special.
He was so engrossed in his comics that he didn't hear the thud, but he definitely heard the aftermath. "OHMYGOSH SOMEONE GET THE NURSE! HE COULD BE DEAD!" Scott's head shot up and he zeroed in on the jungle gym. The boy was no longer at the top. This time we was at the bottom, he didn't look too hurt, but his mom worked at a hospital, he knew that this boy could he seriously injured.
Scott frowned, everyone was crowded around the boy, but no one had gotten the nurse. Scott sighed and slid off his bench—it was a nice bench, you see, large and in the shade, the perfect place to read some comics during recess—and went to get the nurse.
Scott wasn't allowed to stay with the boy while he was resting in the nurse's office, because Scott had to go learn about the alphabet, but he was determined to find out about the boy's condition later.
Due to the strain of learning that there were twenty-six letters in the alphabet that Scott was going to have to know, he forgot all about Jungle-Gym Boy. That is, until the next day.
Scott sat on his bench in the shade, as usual, but this time, instead of his face being pressed into a comic, he was methodically scanning the playground, trying to catch a glimpse of the boy.
He was so intent on finding him, so intent on making sure he was alive, that he didn't even notice when someone sat next to him.
"Ohmygosh is that the newest Wolverine comic?!" Scott jumped, and nearly fell off the bench. That voice…it was jungle gym boy!
Scott turned his head and grinned at the boy. "You're alive!"
The boy smirked, he looked fairly unhurt, he had a Band-aid on his forehead, but that was about it. "Of course I'm alive, you didn't think a mere jungle gym could stop me, did you?"
Scott frowned. "Well…I don't really know you so..It was a possibility." The boy grinned.
"Well you're the one who went and got the nurse, so that makes you my personal superhero or something. Hey, you're like Wolverine! I'm Stiles by the way. Stiles Stilinski." Stiles held his hand out to Scott, still grinning.
Scott shook his hand and smiled back. "I'm Scott McCall. It's nice to meet you…Stiles. You know…That's a really weird name…"
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, but it's better than my real first name." He leaned over and whispered into Scott's ear. Scott burst out laughing. "See. That's why I am, and will always be Stiles. So, fork over the Wolverine, I gotta see this!"
As Scott handed Stiles his comic book, a group of kids came over to the bench. "Hey, we were getting a group together to play kickball. Wanna play?"
Stiles shook his head. "I can't. I'm not allowed to play games cause of what happened yesterday." He pointed to his head. "But, Scott, if you wanna play, I'll keep watch over your comics."
Scott bit his lip and touched his left pocket sadly. "I'm…I…don't like kickball. Sorry." The group of kids waved as they walked away to find more players.
Stiles glanced over at Scott. "Whaddya mean you don't like kickball? Everyone likes kickball. If you don't…you're like…an alien or maybe a girl. Are you a girl alien, Scott? Is my best friend a…a…gir…lalien?"
The absurdity of the statement cause Scott to crack up, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. When it got to the point where he was pretty sure he was about to go into a full-on asthma attack he pulled out his inhaler and cleared his lungs.
"No, weirdo. I'm not a…whatever you said. I have asthma. I'm not supposed to run around and stuff."
"Ass-ma, huh? That sounds bad. I like it. I like you Scott, especially now that I know you're not a girlalien. You and me, we're gonna be best friends for the rest of forever, kay?" Stiles held out his hand again. Scott gripped it without hesitation.