"go, go, baby ― yes!" despite just having perfectly yanked the ball into the net (that's as far as your understanding for lacrosse went...) your boyfriend couldn't help but grin and look over, as he heard your voice out yell all the other people. you were just so supportive of him! knowing that he'd trained a lot these past few weeks, you were just so excited to see it all pay off.

when the game was over ― they had won! ― you couldn't even hold yourself any longer and immediately made your way down the bleachers and to the boys that were just packing up.

"hey, not to bother," you began in a playful tone, acting like an overexcited fan, rather than his actual partner, "but number 24 was super hot. you have his number or something?"

a snort as he wrapped his sweaty arms around you. "number 24, huh?" he was number 24. but, he loved your playful antics, loved you. so Stiles just lets you yap your pretty nonsense. he's just so happy to have you here, to be honest. even more happy to have you after, too...