→ @ghoulsmine !
HE’S STILL REELING ! ever since the words printed across the rear view mirror of the sheriff’s car registered in his vision three hours ago, clear as day, stiles has been doing nothing but reading. he has never felt so much joy from the tedious ideas presented by his physics textbook. it’s only when he has read for too long, and his eyes are tired and pain-pricked that he puts down the book and steps out of the mess of papers and books and printed-out websites surrounding him and leaves his bedroom, rushing downstairs and out of the house with only a brief goodbye thrown towards his father in the kitchen.
when his jeep screeches to a halt outside scott’s house, stiles takes that as enough of an announcement of his presence, and rushes straight through the front door and up the stairs, calling scott’s name as he does so. limbs flailing, he finally comes to a stop in scott’s doorway, his gaze quickly finding his best friend, his eyes alight with excitement for the first time in a while.
❝ scott. SCOTT, buddy. guess w h a t ! ! ❞