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robinonadderall) wrote2012-10-10 10:30 am
robinonadderall) wrote2012-10-10 10:30 am
McCall Residence and Beyond | Afternoon
Yesterday's disastrous date had ended with Allison managing to calm Lydia down and taking her home, leaving Scott and Stiles to go home with each other and both deciding that whatever was up with Lydia had nothing to do with them. Because they were stupid.
Stiles really couldn't stalk the school anymore without feeling like Derek, which was something he always tried to avoid in life. So he used his key to the McCall's house and waited there for Scott to get home from school. That wasn't Derek-like at all because Derek would have used the window to get in.
Right.
"Boyd wasn't in school today," Scott announced when he came into the kitchen where Stiles was eating a sandwich. Melissa McCall had already headed off to work, mumbling something about Stiles' boundary issues as she left.
"Okay...?"
"Dude! Derek needs someone else in his pack," Scott said. "Boyd is an outcast like Erica and Isaac. It makes sense! I'm going to go to the ice rink to see if he's there, you go to his house. If he's not there, you call me, okay?"
Stiles put his sandwich down. "I just...maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right? You've gotta admit Erica's looking pretty good. The word 'sensational' comes to mind."
"How do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Scott asked.
"All I'm saying is that maybe this isn't totally your responsibility." Didn't they have more important things to worry about? Like the GIANT LIZARD roaming about town?
"They are," Scott said. "You know this thing is gonna get out of control and it'll be me responsible."
Well. Stiles had to give Scott that one. The Argents seemed to be dying for an excuse to kill him.
"Alright, I'm with you," Stiles said, standing up and grabbing his keys. "I have to say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you."
"Shut up."
"No, seriously," Stiles said. "You wanna make out for a bit just to see how it feels?"
Scott groaned and pushed Stiles towards the door.
It didn't take long for Stiles to get to Boyd's place. The windows were darkened and the door was locked but Stiles put in an effort to see if anyone was home. He pounded on the door and looked through the windows, shouting Boyd's name for a few minutes. He could have just been sick and asleep. Stiles hoped that was the case. He didn't know if he wanted to see Boyd as a werewolf.
When he was satisfied that Boyd was not in fact home, Stiles turned around with the intention to get back in the jeep and call Scott. Instead he found himself face to face with Erica. Erica and her cleavage.
"Ohhhhhh hi." Look up, Stiles. Look up!
"What are you doing here, Stiles?" Erica asked, smiling sweetly at him.
"I was just, um..." See, focusing on her eyes was good. Good, Stiles. "...um, looking for..."
"Boyd?" Erica finished.
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Yes, Boyd."
"You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny?" Erica asked. "You're only looking in my eyes."
"That's funny?" Stiles asked, still looking straight in her eyes. Looking anywhere else would be bad.
"Well, yeah. It's that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere but my eyes, but you want to, don't you?" Erica asked, moving back and forth just to see if Stiles would follow her eyes. "You want a nice. Long. Hard. Look."
Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "Not really, no."
"Oh so it's just my eyes?" she asked, clearly not believing that.
"You have beautiful eyes," Stiles said, looking into them again.
"I have beautiful everything."
"And a newfound self-confidence," Stiles said sarcastically. "Congratulations, Erica, I should get going."
Erica slammed her hand into Stiles' chest to stop him. "You're not going anywhere."
"Why not?"
Erica lifted up what Stiles recognized as the starter from the jeep. "You're having car trouble."
She gave Stiles a smile before slamming the starter across his skull and knocking him out.
It was dark when Stiles came to, finding himself in a dumpster and with about a million messages from Scott confirming that, yes, Boyd was now a werewolf and that Derek was a douche. He climbed out of the dumpster and winced, feeling a large bump where Erica had bashed the starter over his head.
"What a bitch."
[Taken from Teen Wolf 2x03 "Ice Pick". One more episode to go for this leg of the catchup. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]
Stiles really couldn't stalk the school anymore without feeling like Derek, which was something he always tried to avoid in life. So he used his key to the McCall's house and waited there for Scott to get home from school. That wasn't Derek-like at all because Derek would have used the window to get in.
Right.
"Boyd wasn't in school today," Scott announced when he came into the kitchen where Stiles was eating a sandwich. Melissa McCall had already headed off to work, mumbling something about Stiles' boundary issues as she left.
"Okay...?"
"Dude! Derek needs someone else in his pack," Scott said. "Boyd is an outcast like Erica and Isaac. It makes sense! I'm going to go to the ice rink to see if he's there, you go to his house. If he's not there, you call me, okay?"
Stiles put his sandwich down. "I just...maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right? You've gotta admit Erica's looking pretty good. The word 'sensational' comes to mind."
"How do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Scott asked.
"All I'm saying is that maybe this isn't totally your responsibility." Didn't they have more important things to worry about? Like the GIANT LIZARD roaming about town?
"They are," Scott said. "You know this thing is gonna get out of control and it'll be me responsible."
Well. Stiles had to give Scott that one. The Argents seemed to be dying for an excuse to kill him.
"Alright, I'm with you," Stiles said, standing up and grabbing his keys. "I have to say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you."
"Shut up."
"No, seriously," Stiles said. "You wanna make out for a bit just to see how it feels?"
Scott groaned and pushed Stiles towards the door.
It didn't take long for Stiles to get to Boyd's place. The windows were darkened and the door was locked but Stiles put in an effort to see if anyone was home. He pounded on the door and looked through the windows, shouting Boyd's name for a few minutes. He could have just been sick and asleep. Stiles hoped that was the case. He didn't know if he wanted to see Boyd as a werewolf.
When he was satisfied that Boyd was not in fact home, Stiles turned around with the intention to get back in the jeep and call Scott. Instead he found himself face to face with Erica. Erica and her cleavage.
"Ohhhhhh hi." Look up, Stiles. Look up!
"What are you doing here, Stiles?" Erica asked, smiling sweetly at him.
"I was just, um..." See, focusing on her eyes was good. Good, Stiles. "...um, looking for..."
"Boyd?" Erica finished.
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Yes, Boyd."
"You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny?" Erica asked. "You're only looking in my eyes."
"That's funny?" Stiles asked, still looking straight in her eyes. Looking anywhere else would be bad.
"Well, yeah. It's that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere but my eyes, but you want to, don't you?" Erica asked, moving back and forth just to see if Stiles would follow her eyes. "You want a nice. Long. Hard. Look."
Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "Not really, no."
"Oh so it's just my eyes?" she asked, clearly not believing that.
"You have beautiful eyes," Stiles said, looking into them again.
"I have beautiful everything."
"And a newfound self-confidence," Stiles said sarcastically. "Congratulations, Erica, I should get going."
Erica slammed her hand into Stiles' chest to stop him. "You're not going anywhere."
"Why not?"
Erica lifted up what Stiles recognized as the starter from the jeep. "You're having car trouble."
She gave Stiles a smile before slamming the starter across his skull and knocking him out.
It was dark when Stiles came to, finding himself in a dumpster and with about a million messages from Scott confirming that, yes, Boyd was now a werewolf and that Derek was a douche. He climbed out of the dumpster and winced, feeling a large bump where Erica had bashed the starter over his head.
"What a bitch."
[Taken from Teen Wolf 2x03 "Ice Pick". One more episode to go for this leg of the catchup. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]