tw: none
a/n: in this oneshot, scott only has wings on his head not his back. there will be another part to this.
heat waves were never fun for scott, not to say they were fun for everyone else; but they treated scott like shit. he'd never really been able to handle high temperatures and as a result would often overheat.
his friends knew about this and would often force- invite scott over to their house so they could keep an eye on him when his brothers couldn't.
it was because of this that the moment the news announced that there'd be a heat wave hitting the area the next day, scott's phone was suddenly spammed with messages from the group chat he shared with some of his friends.
crazy mother duckers
lauren: scotttttttt
jimmy: scott
joel: smajor get your ass into this gc
lizzie: scott, online now.
scott: jesus alright, i'm here calm down!
lauren: did you see the heat wave thing on the news?
scott: yup, why?
jimmy: scott, you know exactly why
scott: fineeee
scott: so who's house am i being dragged to then?
joel: mine and lizzies of course!
scott: alrighty
joel: oh btw, there's like- 8 people coming over as well so its officially a sleepover!
lizzie: joel you never told me that!
joel: oh- sorry lizzie.
scott: idiots, you're all idiots. i'll get there at 10 am
joel: i was thinking more 7:30 am?
scott: joel i have to get some sleep!
lauren: scott don't even try that card, your bed is barely ever touched since you keep deciding that everything other than the thing made for sleeping in is a bed.
scott: ...
scott: ...fair
jimmy: nice! see you all tomorrow!
lizzie: byeee
lauren: goodbye!
scott: cya soon
scott closed his phone and let out a tired sigh.
trust my family to be forced to go on a boat for no bloody reason scott thought bitterly, he'd wanted to go with them; but the people running the event refused to let him for a reason he couldn't give a shit about.
the wings on scott's head started to flap which he'd started doing as a stimming method. sighing once again, he pulled himself off the couch he'd been lounging on and walked upstairs to his room to start packing.
half way through packing his suitcase, scott heard his phone vibrate and happily accepted the distraction. he walked over to where it was placed on his bed and picked up the device. the message was from grian of all people.
grian - private messages
grian: hey scott
scott: hi grian, what's up?
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