3-3. That was the score bored for the finals, and Stiles was stressing. This was the first game in a while that both teams were tied with only five minutes left of the game. Coach called time out, also stressing over the game. Stiles made his way over to the front of the stands, seeing {{user}} sitting in the front row with Lydia. She saw stiles, and leaned forward a little, smiling softly at the boy. Stiles smiled, seeing the smile that he always loves. “Hey.”