TRASH PALACE

he’s been hearing that a lot lately — over and over from his mother who is more concerned with convincing him that he is fine. all while overcompensating on her maternal abilities; to keep him safe. ( if it didn’t work before, what made her think now would make a difference? ) he’ll only accept it from allison. gentle inquiries to his well being, while humoring him at the same time. hearing it from scott mccall though? there’s no helping the silent double take. pausing as he opens his mouth to say something, before deciding against it. lips tight in a smile, he turns away from his locker. shoulders pushed back against the metal.    “  as much as i appreciate your concern, i’m fine.  ”    he’s alive. after all, he’s over the stares he gets in the hallways. mostly.

before stiles has the chance to speak, boyd’s grabbing him by the front of his shirt. yanks him down with him and pushes him behind the corner — behind him.    “  now isn’t the time for i told you so — so don’t.  ”    seeing as how being ambushed wasn’t part of the plan. being in another state, without his pack, wasn’t part of the plan either.    “  you go out there and you’re dead. they’re not going to want to talk.  ”

“  i’ll get it.  ”    is what she offers her husband and carries her own mug with her. to top hers off, even if the extra caffeine will only make her hands shake more. getting noah his own cup of coffee takes her back years, to the late nights at the diner. it’s like she’s operating on muscle memory up until she’s out of the kitchen, and back to the living area. mugs in hand, claudia gives him his before sitting back down. back at the opposite end.    “  stiles isn’t home.  ”    she won’t comment on just how late it is, because she doesn’t feel like she has the right to.    “  i guess that’ll make this easier, or harder, actually. he knows a lot. probably more than either of us. but what i do know is that i’m here.  ”    she’s alive.    “  i’m okay — are you?  ”

this is what he gets. this is what he gets for thinking that being nice and sharing his weed would get him anywhere with this kid. ( what he needs to do is stop hanging around teenagers. that would solve his problems significantly. ) but doug at least needs someone to humor him. silas just happens to be in the right place, at the right time. ( wrong place, wrong time. since baz sure as shit isn’t home. )    “  don’t — don’t think of it as help. okay? just take this.  ”    he’s adamant about it. shoves his newest sketchbook towards him. page opened to the last thing he drew after waking up in a cold sweat.    “  does this mean anything to you and would it — should i even bother showing your brother. that’s what i’m getting at here. after that you can fuck off.  ”

tfw ur pal surprises u w emotions as soon as u wake tf up. wtf the fuck angela …… but listen. i love you so much and i’m glad literally every single day that we’re pals and even if there’s a few days where it feels like we don’t talk a lot, i’m always thinkin about you and i look forward to having a minute to sit the fuck down and just be gross w each other. or watch tragic horror movies. thank YOU for like always putting a smile on my face and icn believe. :/ i g2g rn immediately before i get 2 emotional and filled w love. KISS.