So, I heard how there were others out there like me. Werewolves. I ain't sure when the full moon's coming on this planet or where might be safe to change. So if anyone'd like to give me tips I'd be grateful. Also, I don't eat people. In case you were wondering.
Back home Memorial Day meant school was almost over. Kind of not the point of the holiday, but that's what it was to us kids. Sorry, if that's offensive. Here...I don't know what it means, if anything.
Who: Stiles and Scott Where: Apt When: Right after his talk with his dad. What: Stiles let’s Scott know it’s safe to come home now. Status: Complete
Who: Stiles, Scott and Noah Where: Their Apt When: Right after the party at Derek’s. What: Stiles and Scott get caught coming home drunk. Oops. Status: Complete
So...a telepathic dog with a Russian accent. And nobody slipped me some LSD. This is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me, and that's saying a lot. I'm Scott, by the way.
Remind me to never again watch that show about us. Especially since I really miss home and Stiles right now. We just got him back.... and now I'm back here and he's not here.