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“came for the scott/stiles, stayed for the scoscoe (and for how...”
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Stiles huffed an exasperated sigh as Scott scratched his chin. He pondered the choices before him for what had to have been the ten-hundredth time.
“If I get the vinyl floor mats,” Scott said, “does that mean we’ll only use the carpeted ones for special occasions?”
They’d been in Pep Boys for what seemed like hours. Stiles was beyond giving a fuck.
“Dude, I don’t really care. I could have just cleaned up the spilled soda with a paper towel or something. You don’t have to replace the floor mats.”
Scott waved off his suggestion. “No, I spilled Coke in Roscoe, and I need to make it up to him. Paper towels aren’t good enough.”
“Are...are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious,” Scott said as he grabbed both sets of floor mats and headed to the check out.
There was no denying the special bond Scott had with Stiles’s Jeep, but on days like today, Stiles didn’t want to know just how deeply that bond extended.
Denial wasn’t just a river in Egypt.
