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robinonadderall) wrote2013-01-01 11:16 am
robinonadderall) wrote2013-01-01 11:16 am
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Beacon Hills High School | Afternoon
After dealing with Derek, Stiles had...fled the island. Not permanently, just long enough to clear his head and shake off the guilt that had been put on him. Well, not shake off. Maybe bury deep inside until a mental breakdown occurred.
Stiles should have still been irritated with Scott and deep down he was still mad at him, but he thought he was a little hypocritical to be mad at someone for not sharing information at the moment. Besides, it was pretty much impossible to hate Scott McCall. Him and his dumb face. They had talked on the phone some since the last time Stiles had been home, and he knew that things had quieted down in town, thankfully, and that there had been no sign of Gerard since he vanished from the warehouse. Oh, and Allison had broken up with Scott for about the millionth time.
"So you really think she's going to come back to you?" Stiles asked as he finished tying his shoe. His excellent performance at the lacrosse championship had been somewhat of a fluke so he dragged Scott to the lacrosse field at the school for some practice.
"Yeah, I know she is." Scott was pretty genre savvy when it came to the whole starcrossed lovers thing. "What about you and Lydia?"
"Well my 10 year plan to make Lydia fall in love with me might stretch to a 15 year plan, but the plan is still in motion." Because Stiles was a stubborn asshole who was incapable of giving up.
Scott grabbed his lacrosse stick and knocked Stiles in the shoulder with it as he headed towards the goal. "I'd say just ask her out but your boyfriend might get mad."
"Yeah, uh--" Stiles scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "Can you not with that? Derek and I aren't on good terms at the moment."
"Well Derek is a douche so I'm not surprised."
"Actually it was me," Stiles said. "I'm the douche."
"No you're not," Scott said, because he was Scott and adorable and, wow, how did Stiles stay mad at him for so long? "What did you do?"
"It's more like what I didn't do," he said. "I decided not to tell him anything about the future."
"I already knew that, dude, you told me about that when I visited," Scott said, shrugging. "We didn't want an Ashton Kutcher thing going on."
"I believed the term I used was butterfly effect but, yeah, that's what I was trying to avoid," Stiles said. "An Ashton Kutcher thing makes it seem like we were trying to prevent him from marrying an old washed out movie star."
Scott smiled. "So what did you do?"
Stiles looked down at the ground and kicked one of the lacrosse balls a couple feet, just to avoid looking at Scott. "I didn't tell him about Laura and she...well, you know what happened."
"Why didn't you tell him?" Scott asked. "He could have done something to stop it."
"Yeah, okay, but what if he couldn't?" Stiles replied. "What if he got killed and she got killed and then it was us that had to handle Peter by ourselves?"
Scott shrugged. "We might have been able to handle it."
"You're delusional, McCall," Stiles said, shaking his head. "Peter would have made you his metaphorical bitch and then probably would have turned me and made me his literal bitch."
"Gross."
"Right? This is my whole point, if things go just as they did then we'd be okay. Sort of." Stiles dug his lacrosse stick into the ground a little. "And, I don't know, I really didn't want Derek to die for some stupid reason."
Scott lifted his eyebrows. "You just wanted him to lose the only non-psychotic member of his family he had left."
"I obviously didn't want that, Scott, god. It was just the only way I could be sure, you know?" Stiles asked. "I can't lose people. You know I can't, not after..."
"Yeah, I know," Scott said, smart enough to not go any further in that line of thought. "I get why you did it, but I also get why Derek's pissed."
"I get why he's pissed too. And I deserve it." Didn't mean he couldn't be upset about it though. "I met her, you know? Over Christmas. She was nice. Hands down the sanest alpha I've met."
"I'm sorry, man." It was a weird situation to be sure, but Scott was sympathetic. He wasn't sure if he would have handled it the same way as Stiles but...well, he had no room to be judging people on their plans.
Stiles nodded in acknowledgement and scooped up a ball with his lacrosse stick. "Kind of wishing I had girl problems like you right about now."
"It's not just girl problems," Scott said defensively. "I'm right back where I started. No lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing."
"You've still got me!"
Scott smirked. "I had you before."
"Yeah, and you've still got me, okay?" Sure, Scott hadn't been the best friend over the last few months but Stiles was nothing if not loyal to the dumb puppy. "So life fulfilled."
"Very."
Stiles adjusted his stance a bit and got ready to make his move toward the goal. "Now remember no wolf powers."
Scott rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I got it."
"I mean it," Stiles said. "No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, none of that crap okay?"
"Okay, come on." Because all of that stuff was in Scott's control, like a lightswitch. Really.
"You promise?"
"Will you just take the shot already?!"
Stiles did actually take the shot then. And of course Scott caught it easily. "I said no wolf powers!"
Or maybe he just sucked at lacrosse. Either/or it didn't really matter. Overwhelming guilt aside (and, god, there was a lot of it), this was the most normal Stiles had felt in weeks. Possibly months.
[NFB, NFI but OOC is fine]
Stiles should have still been irritated with Scott and deep down he was still mad at him, but he thought he was a little hypocritical to be mad at someone for not sharing information at the moment. Besides, it was pretty much impossible to hate Scott McCall. Him and his dumb face. They had talked on the phone some since the last time Stiles had been home, and he knew that things had quieted down in town, thankfully, and that there had been no sign of Gerard since he vanished from the warehouse. Oh, and Allison had broken up with Scott for about the millionth time.
"So you really think she's going to come back to you?" Stiles asked as he finished tying his shoe. His excellent performance at the lacrosse championship had been somewhat of a fluke so he dragged Scott to the lacrosse field at the school for some practice.
"Yeah, I know she is." Scott was pretty genre savvy when it came to the whole starcrossed lovers thing. "What about you and Lydia?"
"Well my 10 year plan to make Lydia fall in love with me might stretch to a 15 year plan, but the plan is still in motion." Because Stiles was a stubborn asshole who was incapable of giving up.
Scott grabbed his lacrosse stick and knocked Stiles in the shoulder with it as he headed towards the goal. "I'd say just ask her out but your boyfriend might get mad."
"Yeah, uh--" Stiles scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "Can you not with that? Derek and I aren't on good terms at the moment."
"Well Derek is a douche so I'm not surprised."
"Actually it was me," Stiles said. "I'm the douche."
"No you're not," Scott said, because he was Scott and adorable and, wow, how did Stiles stay mad at him for so long? "What did you do?"
"It's more like what I didn't do," he said. "I decided not to tell him anything about the future."
"I already knew that, dude, you told me about that when I visited," Scott said, shrugging. "We didn't want an Ashton Kutcher thing going on."
"I believed the term I used was butterfly effect but, yeah, that's what I was trying to avoid," Stiles said. "An Ashton Kutcher thing makes it seem like we were trying to prevent him from marrying an old washed out movie star."
Scott smiled. "So what did you do?"
Stiles looked down at the ground and kicked one of the lacrosse balls a couple feet, just to avoid looking at Scott. "I didn't tell him about Laura and she...well, you know what happened."
"Why didn't you tell him?" Scott asked. "He could have done something to stop it."
"Yeah, okay, but what if he couldn't?" Stiles replied. "What if he got killed and she got killed and then it was us that had to handle Peter by ourselves?"
Scott shrugged. "We might have been able to handle it."
"You're delusional, McCall," Stiles said, shaking his head. "Peter would have made you his metaphorical bitch and then probably would have turned me and made me his literal bitch."
"Gross."
"Right? This is my whole point, if things go just as they did then we'd be okay. Sort of." Stiles dug his lacrosse stick into the ground a little. "And, I don't know, I really didn't want Derek to die for some stupid reason."
Scott lifted his eyebrows. "You just wanted him to lose the only non-psychotic member of his family he had left."
"I obviously didn't want that, Scott, god. It was just the only way I could be sure, you know?" Stiles asked. "I can't lose people. You know I can't, not after..."
"Yeah, I know," Scott said, smart enough to not go any further in that line of thought. "I get why you did it, but I also get why Derek's pissed."
"I get why he's pissed too. And I deserve it." Didn't mean he couldn't be upset about it though. "I met her, you know? Over Christmas. She was nice. Hands down the sanest alpha I've met."
"I'm sorry, man." It was a weird situation to be sure, but Scott was sympathetic. He wasn't sure if he would have handled it the same way as Stiles but...well, he had no room to be judging people on their plans.
Stiles nodded in acknowledgement and scooped up a ball with his lacrosse stick. "Kind of wishing I had girl problems like you right about now."
"It's not just girl problems," Scott said defensively. "I'm right back where I started. No lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing."
"You've still got me!"
Scott smirked. "I had you before."
"Yeah, and you've still got me, okay?" Sure, Scott hadn't been the best friend over the last few months but Stiles was nothing if not loyal to the dumb puppy. "So life fulfilled."
"Very."
Stiles adjusted his stance a bit and got ready to make his move toward the goal. "Now remember no wolf powers."
Scott rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I got it."
"I mean it," Stiles said. "No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, none of that crap okay?"
"Okay, come on." Because all of that stuff was in Scott's control, like a lightswitch. Really.
"You promise?"
"Will you just take the shot already?!"
Stiles did actually take the shot then. And of course Scott caught it easily. "I said no wolf powers!"
Or maybe he just sucked at lacrosse. Either/or it didn't really matter. Overwhelming guilt aside (and, god, there was a lot of it), this was the most normal Stiles had felt in weeks. Possibly months.
[NFB, NFI but OOC is fine]
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