Dear Derek,
Guess what? I've got the flu. Aren't werewolves supposed to be immune to this kind of thing? It sucks- like a whole ton of sucks. Like alll-the-gas-at-the-gas-station-when-no-one-has-bought-gas-yet kind of sucks.
Oh my throat.
Arrrggghh(Bleeding onto paper)
No, I'm not bleeding, but I might as well be with the way I'm feeling!
*tears*
Those are my flu tears, not emotional tears or anything like that.
Scott
P.S: I already went to Peter about it, yes, but your Uncle just waved me off and told Isaac to make me something really vile ( I bet you didn't think I knew the word vile) Anyway said drink was a really vile and disgusting tea that Isaac wasn't answering questions about when I asked about it. Sounds shifty to me...I would have asked about it if I had known, but how was I supposed to know that Isaac could produce something that's not full of love and not totally delicious and amazing?
I saved him the pain of being thrown up on, by sprinting by the power of my werewolf speeds-nearly dumping the chunks that were about to come out of my mouth on Jackson...
And Jackson? Well Jackson... He...
HE DID NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL.
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Letters to Derek //Scerek//
Hayran KurguScott tells himself that it's for the pack, it's for Peter , and that it's for their fallen- especially Stiles- when he writes letters to Derek. Scott will write to Derek because they need him (Scott doesn't need him), he will write to Derek because...
