i need platonic stiles and scott — rollercoaster
“I don’t know, man… this really seems like a lot. And remember that time at the fair? That didn’t end up fun either.”
“Oh, Scotty, that was one time,” Stiles says, clapping a hand on his best friend’s back and flashing him a bright grin. “Besides, you’re a True Alpha now—you’ve fought the worst of the supernatural world. A little roller coaster won’t kill you!”
Scott frowns, staring up at the towering ride. It didn’t look small at all, and the free-fall drop near the end had his stomach already twisting. He thought his worries were perfectly reasonable considering this—and what if he threw up and ruined the rare day they finally found to hang out, just the two of them?
But Stiles’s grin and bouncing excitement wore him down, so they spent nearly half an hour waiting in line before finally getting strapped into the front row, Stiles practically vibrating in his seat.
“Woooooh! Okay, yeah, it’s actually not that bad—STILES—STILES?!” Scott’s voice cracked as he twisted to check on his best friend after the first loop, only to see Stiles slumped over, unconscious, waking with a startled shriek “We're gonna die!”… only to pass out again.
