Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-08-08 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed gdoc, scott mccall (lacrosse_wolf), ~~stiles stilinski (sarcasticfriend) |
Who: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski
What: Scott Arrives
When: Aug 8th
Where: The Park
Rating: Low
Scott felt like maybe he could finally breathe. Yes, he understood the idea of returning to the mean and since it was inevitable, he decided to enjoy the mean as much as possible before something else happened. Maybe, just maybe, something wouldn’t. Of course, he should have known he was jinxing himself when he thought about it as he closed his eyes and went to bed. How long he slept he couldn’t tell you, but when he woke up, he was on the grass and still in his boxers. He stood up abruptly and looked around. Had he walked in his sleep? It wasn’t like it had been a full moon or anything. Scott glanced down and then looked back up in a panic. He was just in his boxers. Oh God. He took a deep inhale and realized all the smells were wrong - this didn’t smell like Beacon Hills. It didn’t even look like Beacon Hills. “What the -” -- Stiles still wasn’t the biggest fan of this place, but after meeting Lizzie his hate for it subsided a bit. The Jeep showing up helped a little. It also meant that he didn’t have to walk everywhere. Thank god. He was sick and tired of walking all over the place. Now, with nothing better to do, he was out, driving to nowhere particular. He was just way too happy to have his Jeep again. He had only been driving for maybe a total of forty-five minutes when he started to drive by the park. At first, he didn’t think too much of it, but when noticed someone who looked like Scott, he slammed on the breaks and quickly looked back. Was that Scott? Was he just imagining his best friend since he missed him? There was only one way to find out. He put the Jeep into reverse and stopped quickly. He leaned over and watched for a moment before shouting, “Scott?!” * Scott knew that voice anyway. He looked up and even if he was pretty much naked in the middle of a public place, there was sudden relief on his face. “Stiles?!” He almost ran over, though forced himself to jog so he wouldn’t garner everyone’s attention. He didn’t even wait for an invitation to pry open the door and climb in beside his best friend. Once he was in relative privacy, he exhaled a breath of relief. “Thank God you found me. I have no idea where I am or how I ended up leaving my bed. My mom’s going to kill me.” She’d be worried as all hell, especially after everything that just happened. -- Stiles waited until Scott was in the Jeep before giving him the once over. Well, Stiles was definitely glad he didn’t wake up almost naked when he first arrived here. Poor Scott. “Yeeaah, because who wants to walk around in the underwear?” He couldn’t help but smirk a bit. “You’re in Madison and there’s no way out of here,” he told his best friend, deciding not to beat around the bush about this whole situation. “I’m not even sure your mom knows you’re even gone.” It was a guess. He still wasn’t sure how it all worked. “What’s the last thing that happened before you woke up here?” * “Madison?” Stiles said it like maybe Scott should know the name, but he didn’t. Of course, Stiles often said names and references he didn’t entirely get - was this from a movie he hadn’t gotten around to seeing yet? Thankfully Scott was used to enough weird things by now that going with the flow was a lot easier, though he made a mental note to go back to the whole ‘your mom might not know you’re gone’ thing because what? “Uh,” Scott rubbed the back of his neck. “We were asked to do write ups for the grad section in the yearbook?” He looked at Stiles and then realized Stiles probably meant the whole ‘supernatural’ stuff. “We beat the Beast. Things were getting back to normal.” And now… this. -- “Yeah,” Stiles said with a slight nod of his head, “Madison. Small town. I kind of hate it.” Although, maybe he’ll be able to hate it a lot less now that Scott was here. Things were always a bit better when his best friend was around. That hadn’t been when Stiles was looking for when he asked Scott what was the last thing that happened. But all of that information helped him get an idea of when Scott was from. “Sounds about right. The only thing is...I’ve been here for months. I finished school here too.” He knew he was throwing things out there when he probably shouldn’t. This stuff wasn’t all that important yet. But he also didn’t like holding back too much when it came to Scott. He deserved to know it all. * “Months?” Everything else took a backseat to that particular tidbit. His brow furrowed. “Stiles, that doesn’t make any sense. I saw you yesterday. Wait - and you’re done school? Like, completely?” Scott didn’t quite mean for it to sound like he sounded a little hurt by that, but he had sort of hoped to graduate alongside his best friend and suddenly it seemed like that wasn’t going to be a thing? His mind was reeling and he closed his eyes for a moment as if to try and sort things out - it didn’t really help. “Okay, okay.” He exhaled. “So we’re in some place called Madison that’s a small town. You don’t like it. You’ve been here for months and… finished school.” He paused. “Is there anything else I should know? Like, I don’t know, aliens invading or something?” Because this was all so bizarre, which was saying a lot for him. -- That was the reaction Stiles figured that Scott would have. He was still wrapping his head around the fact that he had been here before and how people know him while he didn’t really know any of them. “I know it doesn’t. A lot of things in this place really doesn’t make too much sense.” He wished it did, but it really didn’t. “I am,” he said as he noticed the look on Scott’s face. He knew that look. He knew it well. “Yep, graduated a few months ago. I wish you had been there.” But Scott didn’t arrive until right now, so Stiles had to do it alone, which sucked and it was definitely not how he imagined graduating high school. He let Scott let it all sink in before he starting giving him more things to think about. “Right,” he said with a nod of his head. “You’re catching on fast,” he teased. “Weeellll,” he scrunched up his face at the thought. “It could happen. I’ve seen people have future children show up. Thank god nobody showed up for me. I don’t think I could have handled it. Oh, and apparently a lot of people got to live some alternative life in the 1980s. I did not.” He paused for a moment before adding, “and we’ve been here before, apparently.” * It was definitely disappointing, but Scott could recognize there was nothing he could do about it. He would think about it later and dwell a little, but ultimately there were bigger things to worry about. He frowned a little as Stiles explained some of the things had been going on. "... This place makes Beacon Hill seem tame." And that was saying something. Scott had to wonder if that was a good or bad thing. "... So is it just you and me? Is everyone here from a different place?" He paused. "You've been okay, right? -- “You can say that again.” Beacon Hills did seem pretty tame compared to the handful of things he had seen here in Madison. He was just glad that so far none of the weirdness had happened to him. “There are a lot of people from all over. There’s a bunch of people from home too.” He wondered if he should come out and say that Allison was here in the small town. He probably should. “There’s something you should know.” He paused for a beat before saying it. “Allison is here.” * Even if he said it, Scott wasn't really prepared to hear what Stiles had to tell him. Maybe if he heard that Lydia was here or Malia or Liam, but… "Allison?" Scott turned toward Stiles as much as he could in the passenger seat as if trying to see if his friend was being for real. Of course he was, though. Scott knew Stiles wouldn't joke about something like that. "How is that even-?" It didn't matter. "Is she okay?" That was a far more important question. -- Stiles was definitely not joking. And he knew it was a sore spot for Scott and it was why he was telling him now instead of later. Scott needed to know and now he did. “I don’t know. I was pretty shocked to see her on the network when I first arrived. But she’s been here for a long time. She seems to have built up a life in this place. Everyone has.” And he was still floundering. “Oh, yeah, Theo,” he scrunched up his face in disgust when saying that name, “is here as well. And people think he’s some good guy.” * Maybe he shouldn't have made the unkind face that he had when Stiles mentioned Theo, but it had been almost instinctual. "Theo's here?" Scott instantly felt himself tense up like he should be ready for anything. Maybe it wasn't fair, but it was hard not to think that Theo would have some underlying agenda that benefited him over everyone else. He frowned more. "So this place… just takes people who are dead or… whatever Theo is-" Scott was still kind of confused as to that, but he didn't dive too deep into what Kira has done. "And let people live again?" He was trying not to get stuck on the singularity of Allison being alive or the mixture of relief and guilt that had him feeling. ".... Stiles. Does that mean we're dead too?" -- “Unfortunately,” he said, his face still scrunching up at even having to have this conversation. Stiles didn’t care what others said. Theo is evil and Stiles seriously doubted the guy had changed into something better. Right. He was not at all surprised that Scott would think that this was purgatory and that they were all possibly dead. Especially since he’s only mentioned Allison and Theo. “We’re not dead and this isn’t purgatory. Malia, my dad, Isaac, and Peter are here and as far as I know, none of them have died and I know I didn’t die, so, yeah, no dead people walking here.” He had no idea why they were all taken and trapped in this place. Maybe it was some unseen thing’s form of entertainment to find new ways to throw strange things at them. But he was pretty sure that they weren’t dead. He put the Jeep into gear and made a U-turn. He was pretty sure Scott would want to borrow some clothes since he was still sitting there in just his underwear. * There were actually a lot of people on Stiles’ list. Peter was a little troubling, but Scott felt like he knew how to handle him now. It’d be nice to see Isaac. He was happy for Malia to be there too and even if his mom wasn’t around, he was happy that Stiles had his dad. This was the sort of thing he wished Lydia was around for because she probably could understand most of this and maybe explain it to them. He exhaled. “Okay…” Scott was trying to take it all in strides. So far, it wasn’t so bad. Weird, but not bad. “...Where are we going?” -- Stiles glanced over at Scott. He knew this was a lot to take in. But everything Stiles had told him was just things that needed to be put out there right now. “I can stop bombarding you with information if you want.” He would be okay with giving Scott a little mental rest. Or if Scott had any questions, he would try to answer them. “My place. Unless you want to keep sitting in my Jeep in just your boxers. I mean, it’s up to you.” * “No, definitely not that.” He’d like clothes, please and thank you, though thankfully it wasn’t too cold out. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m just trying to, you know, process everything? I guess the one thing I can say is you haven’t told me that anyone’s died here or there’s big like, a lot of danger, so that’s good.” A nice change of pace, really. “Wait you have your own place? You don’t stay with your dad?” -- “That’s what I thought,” he said with a smirk. “Yeah, I know. It’s a lot to take in. I didn’t really have anyone helping me when I first arrived. So, I get it.” He tried to get people to tell him things, but he didn’t really get too much out of it. And the things he did get told was mind-boggling since it had to do with him. “Umm, well, I wouldn’t say that. Apparently a lot of bad stuff went down when we were here before.” He glanced over at Scott once again. Not really sure if he wanted to repeat the things that he had been told. “Yep, my own place and nope, I don’t. Actually, we’ve barely spoken,” he told Scott, a hint of sadness in his voice when he said it. “No one really reaches out to me. Hell, I turned 18 here and nobody noticed.” And it all sucked. * The more Scott listened, the more his frown came back. This time it wasn’t a frown of confusion, but rather a frown of sympathy. “Stiles… I’m sorry.” That wasn’t right at all. He wasn’t sure what was going on with Stiles’ dad, but everyone else should have reached out to him. “... Well now that I’m here, want to celebrate now?” He offered his friend a smile. -- “Not your fault,” he said with a slight shrug. Honestly, he didn’t mean to bring them down. He thought he had moved on especially after his talk with Lizzie, but it was still there. Deep down. “Is that what you really want to do?” he asked, looking over at Scott. “I mean, it can wait if you need to let all of this sink in first.” * “I want to celebrate my best friend’s eighteenth birthday, yeah.” Scott had no doubts on that, though he paused. “Maybe in clothes though. Definitely clothes.” Because being most naked was getting old quick. Then Scott paused again. “Maybe I can crash with you too for a few days? Until I figure this place out?” -- “Okay,” Stiles said, a smile now on his face. And this is why he missed his best friend. He always knew how to make him smile even when he started to feel like shit. “You know, I think I kind of like you half-naked,” he joked. “You can borrow something of mine,” he finally said. “Actually!” he started, getting a little too excited at the thought he had had. “I was thinking you could just live with me. It’s kind of lonely living alone.” * His smile widened to a grin. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot, actually.” The idea of living with Stiles had been thrown around when they were younger about college, but then as they grew up it was clear they were both probably going to different colleges. Deciding to live with Stiles felt right, though. Especially since his friend just expressed feeling alone. “Alright. Clothes first, then we go celebrate, and then probably go get me my own clothes so I’m not just borrowing yours all the time.” -- “Me too.” Stiles matched Scott’s grin. It was something he had wanted since they were kids and now they were going to get to do it for real. “Sounds like a good plan to me.” He flashed Scott a smile and continued to drive them home. |