Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-04-26 17:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~scott mccall, ~stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Scott
Where: Freedomtown
When: Right after this
What: Stiles goes to the park to get Scott since he just arrived.
Status: Complete
Stiles knew that Scott had to pop up sooner or later, especially if everyone else seemed to be here. And he had been right. Scott had popped up a few days after he had shown up, which is why he had left the apartment and started making his way to the park where Scott was while still texting him, of course. The trip there would have been faster if he had his Jeep, but no, he had to walk, so it took some time until he finally arrived at the park. He put his phone away, no need to keep it out and found Scott a few minutes after that. “Now where’s my kiss?” he jokingly asked. * Of all the things they’ve experienced in Beacon Hills, Scott’s current situation was the weirdest. A flash of light, a severe bout of vertigo then a telepathic Russian golden retriever telling him some kind of explanation that hadn’t made much sense. Scott had just stared and nodded. Finding out that Stiles was here as well made this a little easier to swallow. But finding out how many others from Beacon Hills were here put him almost completely at ease. A little patience and the sound of his best friend’s voice put a grin on his face. “Keep dreaming,” he said. * Stiles gave Scott a fake pout before it went away and was replaced with a smile. “Fine, be like that,” he said as he reached out and playfully pushed at Scott’s shoulder. “So, did the dog talk to you? Can we get out of here now?” He didn’t really want to stick around the park. He would rather go back to the apartment or go exploring since he still didn’t know where everything was just yet. * Some things never changed. Scott batted Stiles’ hand away in response to the push. “Not so much talk, but there was a voice in my head...and wow, I really don’t like telepathy.” Too invasive, thank you. “Yeah,” Scott said. He felt a bit too exposed. “You’ve been here before so lead on.” It was as if no time had passed between them. * Not even a kidnapping to a strange planet could change how Stiles acted towards Scott. “Yeah, that was pretty messed up. I hope he never does it again.” It felt weird and wrong on so many levels. He really didn’t want anyone or anything else inside of his head again. “Okay,” he said as he started to lead the way out of the park. “What did the dog tell you?” He was curious to know if it was just the same speech over and over again. * Scott had kind of missed a lot of what the dog had told him. He had been too stunned that a DOG was the welcome wagon. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Something about being on another planet. People from everywhere...other universes?...were being pulled here.” He had kind of tuned out as he had boggled on that point. “And that’s kind of all I remember.” * Was Stiles surprised by Scott’s answer? Nope, not at all. His best friend kind of had a problem listening. “Yeah, he said all of that and I filled in some of the gaps when you asked. “I’m guessing you missed the bit about where you’ll be living.” * “Something about an apartment?” Scott turned a confused look to Stiles. “Isn’t all that in this thing?” He lifted up the welcome package he’d been given. “I didn’t look through the whole thing. Just enough to dig out the phone. Why? What do you know that I don’t?” * “Yeah, it is,” Stiles replied with a glance over at Scott. “I don’t know anything. Okay, that’s a lie. I know we can’t live alone since we’re minors. I guess that rule never changes no matter where we end up,” he jokingly said. “Good thing my dad showed up. I don’t think I could picture myself living with one of these strangers.” He probably would have found some way to live on his own because there was no way he was living with somebody that he didn’t know. * “What?” Scott grimaced. Seriously. They were less than a year away from being legal age. Having to live with an adult was stupid. “Well who am I going to stay with?” He didn’t want to assume he’d be welcome to live with Stiles and his dad. * “Stupid, huh?” It wasn’t like they were way under eighteen. They were both nearly there and yet they still had to live with an adult. It would have been more fun living together and causing chaos that way. “Uh, that’s a stupid question,” Stiles pointed out. “I’m not letting you live with some weirdo! You’re staying with us.” * Scott smirked at Stiles. “Does your dad get a say?” Not that he thought for one minute that Stiles’ dad would say no. Honestly, he’d probably get angry if Scott said he was going to stay with someone else. * “No,” Stiles replied honestly. “Okay, I mean, he does, but let’s be real. Do you really think he would let you go off and live with somebody that none of us know? I doubt that! So, you’re staying with us.” A couple more minutes of walking and they finally reached the apartment building. Stiles kept leading the way until he was unlocking the door and motioning for Scott to go in first. * “I’ll just give him puppy dog eyes if he gets all weird about it.” Scott could pout like the best of them, and the only one who was truly immune to it was his mom. That thought kind of sobered him as they reached the apartment, and he went in a little more slowly than he’d been walking. “So what are people back home going to think? My mom’s going to have a nervous breakdown.” * “I’m not sure if that would work on my dad. But I would love to see you try it on him.” He knew it didn’t work when he did it, so he seriously doubted it would work if Scott did it. It would be entertaining to watch, though. Once inside, he shut and locked the door. “Hmm, I don’t know. I never thought about that. Do they even know we’re gone? I want to say no since Isaac and Malia seemed to have been here for a while and yet I just saw Malia before I woke up here.” He ended up shrugging. “It’s all giving me a headache.” * Scott smirked for the challenge, but he doubted it would work. There were more than a handful of times growing up when he and Stiles had gotten into some kind of trouble and he tried the puppy eyes. Mostly, it just gave Stiles’ dad a headache. “That would be really weird,” Scott said as he rubbed at the back of his head. He looked around the apartment. It would be a bit close with the three of them. “You sure there’s enough room?” * “It would, but I can’t think of anything else. Can you?” He doubted it. Stiles glanced around the apartment as well. Yeah, the place was small. It wasn’t like either of their houses back in Beacon Hills, but it beat not having anything at all. “There’s enough room. Stop worrying.” They’d make it work. They had to. “So, question time,” he said as he walked over and flopped down onto the couch, “What was the last thing happening before the bright white light brought you here?” * Scott gave Stiles a grateful smile then started to wander around. The apartment seemed pretty standard. Undecorated, but he’d bet Stiles already had Star Wars posters in his room. The question made the smile fade from his face. “The Dread Doctors.” What a fucking mess. * Stiles watched Scott as he wandered around the small space of the apartment. There really wasn’t much to it. A living room, kitchen, a wannabe dining area (it was far too small if you asked him), bathroom and some bedrooms. That was pretty much the whole apartment. “Same.” So they were from the same place in time, good. It meant nothing weird could be said. They knew exactly what had been going on in their lives before waking up on this planet. “Are you going to keep wandering? If so, can you wander into the kitchen and make me something to eat?” * Scott was perfectly fine not talking about any of that. That had been one of the worst times of his life. The fight between him and Stiles...Scott carried some pretty heavy guilt about that. “What?” He looked up suddenly for having been pulled from his memories. “Oh. Yeah sure.” A weak smile came to his face as he went toward the kitchen. * It wasn’t like Stiles wanted to talk about any of that either. So it was perfectly fine that the subject was dropped. “Really?” Stiles was a little surprised by how easy that was. He thought for sure that Scott would protest or tell him to make his own damn food. But Scott snapped out of whatever thoughts he was having and went right for the kitchen. “What are you going to make?” he asked as he shifted on the couch so that he could still watch Scott. * With his mom working weird hours as a nurse, Scott had learned how to fend for himself at a young age. Don’t ask him to cook a three course meal, but he could make the basics. And it wouldn’t be the first time he’d cooked something for Stiles. “Grilled cheese if you have everything.” He started looking through the fridge and cabinets. “How’s your dad doing with all this?” Stiles’ dad didn’t adapt to weirdness very well sometimes. * “We should have everything for that.” Stiles would have gotten up, but he figured that Scott could find everything all on his own. Plus he had to learn where everything was if he was going to be living there as well. “Honestly?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea. He seems like he’s dealing with it, but I have a feeling that deep down he’s kinda freaking out.” * “Probably,” Scott said as he continued to putter about. “He’ll feel better when we give him something to do.” He smirked at Stiles as he put bread and butter down next to a pan. “We make him twitch, but keeping us out of trouble, or at least the pretense of it, will be familiar to him.” * “You mean once we get ourselves into trouble then he’ll have something else to focus on?” Because that’s what was going to happen. It was Stiles and Scott. They always found something that could get them into some kind of trouble. “He might feel the need to lock us away,” Stiles jokingly said as he got up and went into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter and watched as Scott made their grilled cheese sandwiches. * “We get us into trouble?” Scott gave Stiles a grin. “What do you mean we? You’re the one that’s always coming up with bad plans that backfire.” Not entirely true. Scott had the worst plans ever, but it was always fun to blame Stiles. * Stiles rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay. I get us into trouble,” he corrected. “Hey, that’s where you’re wrong. My plans work…most of the time. Now your plan. Your plans are horrible. Do I have to mention ducting tapping Liam up and stuffing him into your bathtub?” He could have gone on listing other stupid plans Scott has ever had that have gone horribly wrong. But duct-taping Liam up always seemed to shut up him and prove Stiles right. * “Your plans shouldn’t work.” Stiles’ plans were outlandish and yet somehow did, in fact, work. Maybe it was how out of left field they were that they caught the bad guys by surprise. “Oh my god!” Scott half shouted with a grin. “You are never going to let that go, are you?” He tossed a piece of cheese at Stiles. * “Maybe they shouldn’t, but they work.” Which has gotten them out of a lot of bad stuff before. And sometimes his plans got them into trouble. Like, when he keyed that guys truck and made it look like Scott did it. “NOPE!” he said with a laugh. “Hey!” he caught the cheese. “Don’t waste food,” he told Scott as he pointed at his best friend with said cheese. * Oh yeah the results of that had been so much fun. Scott just loved getting beat up, even if he was more resilient and healed faster. Stiles had been lucky Scott had been too stressed out trying to figure out what was going on with him than getting even with his best friend. Scott grinned at Stiles when he got yelled at. “Like you won’t eat it.” * Hey, Stiles had to do what he had to do to get Scott to control himself. It all worked out in the end, even if they got into some trouble for it. He’d do it all again if he had to. Anything for Scott. “True,” Stiles said as he took a bite of the cheese. “Would have been better on the sandwich.” He hopped up onto the counter and finished off the cheese. “Should I wait for my dad to come home to tell him that you’re going to live here or should I text him? I’m thinking I should text him.” * “Probably better to text him so he isn’t surprised. Your dad hates surprises.” Honestly, with how Beacon Hills threw out surprises Scott was himself surprised that Stiles’ dad hadn’t retired from being Sheriff. Besides his mom, however, Sheriff Stilinski was probably one of the more responsible people he knew. Without looking Scott reached over to shove Stiles off the counter. “Get the plates and stuff.” * “You’re right. I’ll text him.” Stiles wasted no time in taking out his phone and texting his dad. The sooner he did it the better. He had just sent off the text when Scott decided it would be awesome to push him off of the counter. “Okay, pushy,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he stood up straight once again and started to grab the plates. “Don’t burn them.” |