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robinonadderall) wrote2013-06-21 05:36 pm
robinonadderall) wrote2013-06-21 05:36 pm
Beacon Hills | Evening
Stiles really was the bestest best friend in the world. Who else would drag their ass (and their car's ass) through a portal just so they could watch their best friend get a tattoo? An ugly tattoo at that.
He was thinking about turning around and going right back to Fandom when it took Scott forever to actually get into the jeep because kept gagging at the smell. Turns out Derek once again had no clue what the hell he was talking about because, no, bleach does not get rid of the smell of sex in a vehicle. It just makes it smell like sex and bleach. What a winning combination.
Although it was worth the unshed tears and gagging that happened when Scott realized what that smell was.
Stiles was somehow unsurprised to find that there was a tattoo place in Beacon Hills that would ink a minor. This place was seedier than the one in Fandom but Stiles relaxed a little more when the tattoo artist took one look at Scott's drawing and replied with, "Boy it's a good thing you drew me a picture."
It was so stupid, Scott. It was two lines. So stupid.
"Hey, Scott, are you sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles asked, holding up a drawing of a man-lizard. He grinned when Scott rolled his eyes from the chair he was sitting in. "Too soon? Man, are you sure about this? These things are really permanent, you know?"
He would know, since trying to scrub off his own shameful tattoo hadn't done shit.
"I'm not changing my mind," Scott said.
Stiles figured that would be the reply. "Okay, but why two bands?"
Scott shrugged. "I just like it."
"Don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning?" Don't make the same mistake he did!
"Getting a tattoo means something," Scott replied.
Stiles was about to reply about how stupid that was when the tattoo guy butted in. "He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Haitian word for tattoo means 'leave a mark'."
Scott beamed. "See? He gets it!"
Stiles rolled his eyes. "The guy is literally covered in tattoos, Scott."
It seemed nobody was going to listen to Stiles' very wise protests. Spike (Stiles was sure his name wasn't Spike but he looked like a Spike) sat down beside Scott, inking tool in hand. "You ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"
Scott shook his head no, but Stiles remembered not even looking when he got his own tattoo. "Um, I tend to get squeamish around them so--"
He lasted approximately three seconds before fainting.
A half hour later Stiles and Scott were back in the jeep, Scott picking at the bandages covering his arm and Stiles holding an ice pack to the back of his head. Scott wrinkled his nose and rolled the window down.
"Seriously, dude, I can't believe you had sex with Derek," Scott groaned. "It reeks in here."
"I didn't!" And Stiles would seriously flip out if Scott heard a blip in his heartbeat from that. "It's--it's hard to explain what happened but, no, we didn't. Sad little virgin here."
Scott clearly looked like he didn't believe that, but seemed more interested in frowning at his arm.
"You okay?" Stiles asked. That place looked sanitary enough but you never knew.
"Kind of burns," Scott said with a frown.
"You did just have your skin stabbed about a thousand times with a needle."
"I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." Scott jerked and squeezed his eyes shut, clearly in pain. "It's definitely not supposed to feel like this! I gotta get this thing off--"
"Scott no," Stiles said, trying not to preemptively dry heave at Scott taking off his bandage. "Scott stop, please stop--"
Scott unraveled the bandage covering his arm and both boys gaped as the tattoo started to fade away and heal. Stiles, naturally, thought it looked awesome.
Scott not so much. "Aw, come on! It healed!"
"Oh thank god, I hated it," Stiles said. He probably earned that glare Scott gave him. "Sorry."
"We agreed to give each other the summer," Scott said. "No texts, no calls."
Stiles felt vaguely guilty for not being there for Scott the last few months as he dealt with Allison's absence. He knew he had been spending more time with Isaac but Stiles imagined Scott still had a lot of time to himself. The two were going to spend the next few days together before the school year started for Scott, but it still didn't feel like enough.
"So how do you know she won't be back in school then?" Stiles asked as he stopped the jeep at a light. He vaguely noticed a car stopping beside them, but didn't pay much attention to it.
"After everything that happened I'm not sure she'll be back at all." And, yes, Scott looked miserable about that.
It was then Stiles noticed who was in the car beside them. "I think she is. Pretty definite, you know. Like one hundred percent." He nodded over to get Scott's attention towards the other car, where Lydia and Allison were talking animatedly.
Scott froze and seemed to be in some Allison-gazing hypnosis until Allison caught his look. Commence the ducking down and freaking out. "OH GOD!"
Stiles smiled and waved at Lydia. He had been texting her more since Jackson fucked off to London. They were actually sort of kind of friends now. Barely.
"Can we just drive, Stiles?" Scott gritted out.
"Dude it's a red light," Stiles pointed out. "I think we should talk to them. It's nice, I think we should say something."
He leaned over Scott and shouted a hello...only to have Lydia speed off before the light turned green. "You know, they probably didn't see us."
Seconds later the light turned green and Stiles drove off in the same direction as Lydia's car. Because they were in the country of Beacon Hills and there was nowhere else to go.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked, still looking panicked.
"Driving." Duh.
"We're right behind them!"
"Do you see any turns?" Stiles asked.
Scott groaned. "I don't want it to look like we're following them!"
"What do you want me to do?!" Stiles asked.
"Anything!"
Stiles slammed on the brakes and the jeep skidded to a halt. Scott glared at Stiles and Stiles gave him a shrug in return. What else was he supposed to do? Then Lydia's car stopped.
"What are they doing?"
Stiles shrugged. The hell if he knew. He contemplated suggesting that they call one of the girls to find out what they were doing but that all went out the window when a huge deer came out of nowhere and slammed into the front of Lydia's car.
They couldn't have a nice evening out, could they?
"Holy shit!" Stiles scrambled out of the jeep and could hear Scott following after him. Allison and Lydia were shakily getting out of their own car, both looking freaked out. Not that anybody could blame them considering a deer was lodged in Lydia's windshield.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked, immediately going for Allison. Stiles went over to Lydia to make sure she was okay.
"It came out of nowhere!" Lydia yelled.
"I'm okay," Allison said, nodding at Scott.
"Well I'm not okay!" Lydia said. "I am totally freaking out, how did that thing run into us?!"
Scott went over to inspect the front of the car, leaning down over the deer. Stiles wasn't the best around gory scenes but he couldn't help but follow anyway. Holy god the deer was huge.
"I saw its eyes right before it hit us," Lydia said, coming to a stop beside Stiles. "It was like it was crazy."
Scott shook his head, frowning. "Looks like it's scared. Actually...it's terrified."
Stiles frowned. Well that was foreboding.
[SO IT BEGINS. Taken from Teen Wolf 3x01 "Tattoo". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]
He was thinking about turning around and going right back to Fandom when it took Scott forever to actually get into the jeep because kept gagging at the smell. Turns out Derek once again had no clue what the hell he was talking about because, no, bleach does not get rid of the smell of sex in a vehicle. It just makes it smell like sex and bleach. What a winning combination.
Although it was worth the unshed tears and gagging that happened when Scott realized what that smell was.
Stiles was somehow unsurprised to find that there was a tattoo place in Beacon Hills that would ink a minor. This place was seedier than the one in Fandom but Stiles relaxed a little more when the tattoo artist took one look at Scott's drawing and replied with, "Boy it's a good thing you drew me a picture."
It was so stupid, Scott. It was two lines. So stupid.
"Hey, Scott, are you sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles asked, holding up a drawing of a man-lizard. He grinned when Scott rolled his eyes from the chair he was sitting in. "Too soon? Man, are you sure about this? These things are really permanent, you know?"
He would know, since trying to scrub off his own shameful tattoo hadn't done shit.
"I'm not changing my mind," Scott said.
Stiles figured that would be the reply. "Okay, but why two bands?"
Scott shrugged. "I just like it."
"Don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning?" Don't make the same mistake he did!
"Getting a tattoo means something," Scott replied.
Stiles was about to reply about how stupid that was when the tattoo guy butted in. "He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Haitian word for tattoo means 'leave a mark'."
Scott beamed. "See? He gets it!"
Stiles rolled his eyes. "The guy is literally covered in tattoos, Scott."
It seemed nobody was going to listen to Stiles' very wise protests. Spike (Stiles was sure his name wasn't Spike but he looked like a Spike) sat down beside Scott, inking tool in hand. "You ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"
Scott shook his head no, but Stiles remembered not even looking when he got his own tattoo. "Um, I tend to get squeamish around them so--"
He lasted approximately three seconds before fainting.
A half hour later Stiles and Scott were back in the jeep, Scott picking at the bandages covering his arm and Stiles holding an ice pack to the back of his head. Scott wrinkled his nose and rolled the window down.
"Seriously, dude, I can't believe you had sex with Derek," Scott groaned. "It reeks in here."
"I didn't!" And Stiles would seriously flip out if Scott heard a blip in his heartbeat from that. "It's--it's hard to explain what happened but, no, we didn't. Sad little virgin here."
Scott clearly looked like he didn't believe that, but seemed more interested in frowning at his arm.
"You okay?" Stiles asked. That place looked sanitary enough but you never knew.
"Kind of burns," Scott said with a frown.
"You did just have your skin stabbed about a thousand times with a needle."
"I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." Scott jerked and squeezed his eyes shut, clearly in pain. "It's definitely not supposed to feel like this! I gotta get this thing off--"
"Scott no," Stiles said, trying not to preemptively dry heave at Scott taking off his bandage. "Scott stop, please stop--"
Scott unraveled the bandage covering his arm and both boys gaped as the tattoo started to fade away and heal. Stiles, naturally, thought it looked awesome.
Scott not so much. "Aw, come on! It healed!"
"Oh thank god, I hated it," Stiles said. He probably earned that glare Scott gave him. "Sorry."
"We agreed to give each other the summer," Scott said. "No texts, no calls."
Stiles felt vaguely guilty for not being there for Scott the last few months as he dealt with Allison's absence. He knew he had been spending more time with Isaac but Stiles imagined Scott still had a lot of time to himself. The two were going to spend the next few days together before the school year started for Scott, but it still didn't feel like enough.
"So how do you know she won't be back in school then?" Stiles asked as he stopped the jeep at a light. He vaguely noticed a car stopping beside them, but didn't pay much attention to it.
"After everything that happened I'm not sure she'll be back at all." And, yes, Scott looked miserable about that.
It was then Stiles noticed who was in the car beside them. "I think she is. Pretty definite, you know. Like one hundred percent." He nodded over to get Scott's attention towards the other car, where Lydia and Allison were talking animatedly.
Scott froze and seemed to be in some Allison-gazing hypnosis until Allison caught his look. Commence the ducking down and freaking out. "OH GOD!"
Stiles smiled and waved at Lydia. He had been texting her more since Jackson fucked off to London. They were actually sort of kind of friends now. Barely.
"Can we just drive, Stiles?" Scott gritted out.
"Dude it's a red light," Stiles pointed out. "I think we should talk to them. It's nice, I think we should say something."
He leaned over Scott and shouted a hello...only to have Lydia speed off before the light turned green. "You know, they probably didn't see us."
Seconds later the light turned green and Stiles drove off in the same direction as Lydia's car. Because they were in the country of Beacon Hills and there was nowhere else to go.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked, still looking panicked.
"Driving." Duh.
"We're right behind them!"
"Do you see any turns?" Stiles asked.
Scott groaned. "I don't want it to look like we're following them!"
"What do you want me to do?!" Stiles asked.
"Anything!"
Stiles slammed on the brakes and the jeep skidded to a halt. Scott glared at Stiles and Stiles gave him a shrug in return. What else was he supposed to do? Then Lydia's car stopped.
"What are they doing?"
Stiles shrugged. The hell if he knew. He contemplated suggesting that they call one of the girls to find out what they were doing but that all went out the window when a huge deer came out of nowhere and slammed into the front of Lydia's car.
They couldn't have a nice evening out, could they?
"Holy shit!" Stiles scrambled out of the jeep and could hear Scott following after him. Allison and Lydia were shakily getting out of their own car, both looking freaked out. Not that anybody could blame them considering a deer was lodged in Lydia's windshield.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked, immediately going for Allison. Stiles went over to Lydia to make sure she was okay.
"It came out of nowhere!" Lydia yelled.
"I'm okay," Allison said, nodding at Scott.
"Well I'm not okay!" Lydia said. "I am totally freaking out, how did that thing run into us?!"
Scott went over to inspect the front of the car, leaning down over the deer. Stiles wasn't the best around gory scenes but he couldn't help but follow anyway. Holy god the deer was huge.
"I saw its eyes right before it hit us," Lydia said, coming to a stop beside Stiles. "It was like it was crazy."
Scott shook his head, frowning. "Looks like it's scared. Actually...it's terrified."
Stiles frowned. Well that was foreboding.
[SO IT BEGINS. Taken from Teen Wolf 3x01 "Tattoo". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]