Who: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski Where: Stiles' house When: Sunday Night What: Scott needs help revising Status: Closed/Ongoing Warnings: Language (will update if needed)
He'd been paying so much attention to his phone to Stiles that he'd really messed things up. Scott had been sure he'd gotten the right garden, right up to the point that he tried the window and then the screaming started. What followed next was running. A lot of it and Scott hoped he had his inhaler in his book bag because by the time he'd crossed to the Stilinski house he was really going to need it. He could hear Stiles laughing from here and quickly took a quick selfie and sent it his friend's way. Yeah, enjoy that one, Stiles, he though as he pressed send.
His phone pinged just as he got to Stiles' window and scrambled in, shutting it quickly behind him as he collapsed on his friend's bed in a sweating, gasping mess. "I made it," he said looking up at Stiles. "I think I made it," he pulled out his phone and checked the message and starred at his friend, "little support here? Water. Water!"