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"Yeah!"
"Hell yeah!"
Scott's eyes widened as Stiles fell to the ground. He watched him squirm around on the grass as he tried to quickly climb back to his feet.
"Oh my God, dude, are you okay?"
"I'm good. I'm fine. All good over here."
Scott squeezed Stiles' hand that was in his own. It was meant to help Stiles up, but the teen just took it as a 'good job' sign. He slowly took his gaze off of his best friend and focused once more on the task at hand.