Stiles set down the bottle and laid on the ground, totally wasted while Scott sat on a rock next to him, sadly
"Dude, u know, she's just..one..one girl. U know? There r so many..there r so many other girls in the sea." Stiles rambled
"Fish in the sea" Scott corrected
"Fish? Why r u talking ab fish? I'm talking ab girls...I love girls. I love em. I love...especially ones with dark brown hair, brown eyes, 5'1." He went on, staring at the sky. Scott furrowed his brows, turning and looking at him
"R u talking ab Marisa?" He asked, shocked.
"Uhuh" stiles nodded with a smile "hey, how did u know I was talking ab...ab...what was I talking ab?" He smiled "hey, ur not happy. Take a drink" he told Scott, holding out the bottle for him
"I don't want any more" Scott stated, looking down.
"Ur not drunk?" Stiles asked
"I'm not anything" Scott answered sadly.
"Hey, maybe it's like..maybe it's like not needing ur inhaler anymore, u know, maybe u can't get drunk...as a wolf. Am I drunk?" He asked, looking up at Scott
"Ur wasted" Scott answered
"Yeah!" Stiles laughed, putting his fist in the air for him to fist bump. He sighed, putting his fist down "oh, come on, dude. I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know" he chuckled "but I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts..being alone..is way worse." He told him. Scott looked down at him with furrowed brows and stiles chuckled "that didn't make any sense" he spoke. "Ah, I need a drink" he stated. He reached out to grab the bottle when someone grabbed his hand
"Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on" a man spoke, taking the bottle from them with his friend standing behind him.
"Give it back" Scott told him.
"What's that, little man?" The man asked
"I think he wants a drink." The other guy stated.
"I want the bottle" Scott told them, giving them an angry look.
"Scott, maybe we should just go" stiles told him.
"U brought me here to get drunk, stiles. I'm not drink yet" Scott told him, only looking at the two men. The two men chuckled before the one holding the bottle took a drink of it. Scott stood up, still looking at the two angrily. He took a couple steps towards the man "give me the bottle" he told him.
The man smiled and shook his head. Scott looked at him angrily and glowed his eyes at the man. "Give me the bottle of Jack" Scott repeated sternly, his claws coming out
"Scott" stiles started to panic. The man nervously handed Scott the bottle and Scott swiped it quickly before throwing it all the way across the rock circle they were stood in and into a tree, letting it shatter everywhere.
"U know what rly annoys me now that I'm a werewolf?" Marisa asked Derek as she looked at her cabinet of alcohol
"The answer to that would be everything" Derek answered as he sat on the couch. Marisa nodded, pointing at him
"True" she stated. She grabbed a bottle and stood up all the way "but no, it's the fact that I can't get drunk anymore" she answered. Derek chuckled, shaking her head at her "hey, since u were born this way, does that mean you've never gotten drunk?" Marisa asked, her eyes wide as she realized that. Derek shook his head
"Never" he confirmed. Marisa looked at him shocked
"Dude" she spoke as she poured herself a drink "I feel so bad for u" she stated before picking up the glass and taking a drink when the house phone started to ring. She walked over and looked at the number, shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes as she walked back behind the counter in the kitchen, ignoring it
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NIGHTMARE | Scott/Stiles
FanfictionWhen you're someone like me...you don't get very much out of life. A stable home, a good school life, friends, good grades. I had none of those...except the one exception, my best friend Calin, of course. She was pretty much all I ever had...At leas...
