Little brother

Chapter 2- punished

Stiles POV

"I don't think you get it Danny. My dad is furious. There is no way I'm gonna get to go to that party." I said while holding the phone with my shoulder and ear and shifting Stiles.

I heard Danny groan. "Why did you do that man. We've been planning on going to this party since we were like seven this is our junior year celebration. The most lit night of the year."

"Danny sorry. Uh oh my dad and mom is home I got to go. Wish me luck." I told Danny before hanging up not even waiting for an answer.

John wasn't my biological dad, he was my step dad, but I've had him as a dad since I was two so I don't think any different than him being my dad.

Melissa is of course my biological mom. You can see it because we share the same eyes, and hair, but I got my biological dad's height.

"Scott get down here" I hear my mom yell. Stiles twisted in my arms and got down running down the stairs.

"Mama, daddy!" He screeched. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Then I slowly made me way downstairs.

I hadn't even made it all the way down the stairs before my mom started yelling.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING. OH WAIT YOU PROBABLY WEREN'T. YOU PUT YOU AND YOUR BABY BROTHER IN DANGER!"

My dad just stood with his arms crossed. Both were disappointed and I hated disappointing them.

"I'm sorry." I said. My mom just held out her hand, and I already knew what I was giving up. I placed my phone, my keys, and I ran back upstairs to get my laptop.

"Go to your room, no TV and no friends for two weeks." My mom ordered. Me being me I just had to speak up.

"So no Stiles?" I asked. My mom looked at me confused. "Stiles is my best friend" I said looking at the three year old babbling in his own language, and I couldn't help but to smile.

"Scott" my mom said angrily, but not as loud as before. Knowing my mom she was actually proud of my for saying that.

"Bed" my dad said and then he hugged me and so did my mom, and I grabbed Stiles, and took him upstairs.

I helped him change into his dinosaur pjs and we brushed our teeth. Then I let him grab him favorite hot wheel, which was a Jeep, and I tucked him into bed in his hot wheel themed covers.

"I love you more than my jeep" sti mumbled almost half asleep.

"I love you more than dad loves doughnuts." I said with a smile.

Then I went through the bathroom into my connecting room and looked in my full body mirror.

Scared I lifted up my shirt and looked at my side. I frowned when I saw a scratch. Then I threw myself on the bed and fell asleep.

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So when writing this I had put down Jeep and it auto corrected to hero, and I just could t stop laughing because knowing Stiles that is exactly what he thinks about his Jeep.