Born Supernatural

Chapter 8: Wasted

~~Season 1 Episode 8: Lunatic~~

~~Stiles~~

Scott and I are walking through the preserve. I take Scott to a special place, and he asks as we walk "Where are we going?" I tell him "You'll see." 

Scott continues "Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak . . . Out from what happened at the school." 

As we continue to walk to the location, I tell him "Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me." 

Scott then asks, "Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?" I then start to explain "Yes. When your best friend gets dumped . . ." 

Scott says not letting me finish "I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break." I then reword continuing to explain "All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break." 

I turn to Scott stopping and hold up the bottle continuing with a smile on my face "You get your best friend drunk." 

After about 30 minutes of drinking about half the bottle is gone, and even though I of course can't actually get drunk, but I've been drunk off my ass a few times before due to my supernatural side not yet coming to the surface due to not being old enough. 

I was curious about what the juice in the cupboard my dad liked so much tasted like and why he didn't let me drink the juice from the cupboard so . . . 

Well, I'll let you think about what happened next as I play drunk of my ass talking to Scott "Dude, you know, she's just one . . . One girl. You know, there are so many . . . There are so many other girls in the sea." 

Scott then states, "Fish in the sea." I interject "Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry blond hair, green eyes, 5'3" . . ."

Scott then says, "Like Lydia?" I then say "Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about . . . About . . . What was I talking about? Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink." 

I grab it but Scott says, "I don't want any more." I put back down the bottle and lay back on the ground asking, "You're not drunk?"

Scott shakes his head slightly saying, "I'm not anything." I then suggest "Hey, maybe it's like . . . Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. 

Maybe you can't get drunk . . . as a wolf. Am I drunk?" Scott answers looking at me then into the distance "You're wasted." I slowly smile saying "Yeah!" 

I put my fist up but put it down telling him "Come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. 

I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse." I scoff at myself and say "That didn't make any sense. I need a drink." 

then some guy says grabbing the bottle before I can "Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on." Scott tells him "Give it back." 

Then the guy that took the bottle says, "What's that, little man?" the other guy says, "I think he wants a drink." Scott then says, "I want the bottle." 

I tell Scott realizing he's getting upset "Scott, maybe we should just go." Scott then says "You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet." 

Scott slowly gets up and goes right up to the guy and tells him sounding surprisingly calm "Give me the bottle." The guy just shakes his head when Scott's heart rate and pulse picks up.