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Hey guys!
It's been a while huh?
Sorry about that, i've been writing a lot and getting adicted to other fandoms like harry potter, shadowhunters,good omens and stuff. Have some stories lined up that i might publish if i'm feeling brave enough.
                          
Anyway. I recently reread this story and jezus it is a mess.
                          
Most of that mess is causing trouble in the second book i'm trying to write for this. So i wanted to make an offer.
                          
Would you mind if i rewrote the whole thing?
                          
Maybe i can give you a sample of my current writing style with another story i'm working on.

                          
have this sample of a story that i have not yet named:

                          
A bit of background:
Stiles is bitten by laura before all of the shit goes down and bonds with derek, when chris starts suspecting him he digs his own grave.
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Loud cheering engulfed the space Stiles was standing in. It overwhelmed his senses and made him search for his father.
                          
The sheriff stood in the stands. Cheering right allong side the rest of them. Watching as Stiles caught the ball.
                          
10 seconds on the clock.
                          
Stiles started racing towards the other side of the field. His feet barely touching the ground. 
                          
9
                          
Bodies threw their way into his path but he dodged them with a small stumble on his feet.
                          
8
                          
The goal was close, closer then before and Stiles briefly wondered if the adrenaline rush he was getting would be enough to make him lose control.
                          
7
                          
Don't fuck this up, don't fuck this up, don't fuck this up.
                          
6
                          
The opposing team's goalie widened his stance. Readying himself to catch the ball that Stiles was about to throw.
                          
5
                          
Stiles slung his stick backwards, aiming for the upper left corner that wasn't well protected.
                          
4
                          
Don't fuck it up, don't fuck it up, don't fuck it up.
                          
3
                          
He shoots the ball.
                          
2
                          
It soars through the air and takes the abrupt silence to slip right in between the goalie's head and his long stick.
                          
1
                          
It hits the net.
                          
The stands go even wilder then they went before. Screams echoing in his ears and for a moment stiles feels his eyes flicker. Amber melting into blue. It doesn't last long but it's enough to draw his father's attention who had started to walk twoards where he was.
                          
The sherrif quickly pointed to the woods and started walking in that direction. Both him and stiles knowing that derek would be there.
                          
Stiles started slipping through the tight groups of ecstatic teenagers when a hand roughly stopped him in his tracks.
                          
He slowly turned around, trying to shut out everything other then the man who had grabbed him and his father's heartbeat in the distance.
                          
His control faltered for a split second when he saw it was chris argent who'd grabbed him.
                          
The putrid smell of sweat infultraded his nostrils and he couldn't help himself when he pulled his nose up.
                          
Refocusing on the man in front of him he gave him an easy, relaxed wave.
                          
"Hey Mr argent, Scott and Allison are in the lockerroom" he says, trying to make the man concernd enough to go check on them. Instead chris gives him a knowing smile.
                          
"Mr stilinski, i wanted to talk to you about a friend of yours..... derek hale?"
                          
Stiles struggled not to panixc. He didn't know, argent couldn't know. Could he? No, the man was full of bullShit. He didn't know anything.
                          
Not appreciating being used as an information source stiles formed a plan in his head.
                          
"Oh god you found out didn't you?"
He blurted. Trying not to smile when a look of surprise melted over argents features.
                          
"Yes i found out that-"he started. And stiles mentally cracked his knuckles.
                          
"Derek and I are sleeping together, look just don't tell my dad please! I know he's older then me but my god have you seen him?" 
                          
He bit his lip at the last part. Sighing dreamily as if he was remembering derek's body. Wich, to be fair, he was. Derek was a God but stiles had priorities. That started with an N and ended in Ot dying.
                          
At chris's shocked face stiles backtracked. Already aplauding himself in his mind.
                          
"Unless that was totally not what you wanted to say and if that's so then i never said anything. What did you want to talk about mr argent?"
He asked. His tone of the diabetes giving kind.
                          
Chris reajusted his leather jacket and his face setteled on a pittying smile.
                          
"Just be careful around him mr stilinski. I won't tell your father but i advise you to break it up before he breaks you"
                          
Stiles chocked on his own spit and couldn't help himself when he blurted.
                          
"He's not that rough"
                          
A blush crept over his cheeks as soon as the words left his mouth and he pointed behind him with his thumb in an awkward gesture before bolting towards the woods.
                          
He needed a break.
                          
God that word was ruined for him forever now.
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If you like this style and you want me to redo this story, fix some plot points then please comment!
                          
Stay crazy lunatics!