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“Stop laughing, it’s not funny!” Despite what he says, Scott McCall is laughing himself as he tries to stifle it with his hand. “You know I couldn’t tell my mom before, but now it’s different. And it’s not like I can just say, ‘hey, mom, guess what? I’ve actually been married for five years. Surprise!’ I mean, I could, but then you’d probably end up a widow.” He shakes his head before putting it in his hands, groaning. “You’re laughing now, but just wait. You’ll see. If anything, we’re going to have to have a whole other wedding.”

He wished he could’ve skipped school today, it was all too much still. But he’s already missed so much class that it was going to be a miracle for him if he wanted to pass. A better student, a better son, a better friend, a better everything. Scott had made a promise to his mother and while it had been for that year, he tried to keep it going. This year though, he’d never felt more like he’d broken it. With all these thoughts present, it was no wonder he launched himself at Stiles when he saw him. Last night had been awful.

He thought maybe Stiles was mad as he was pushed off, but at his words he froze. “I- yeah, I know he is. Stiles... is this a joke? ‘Cause after last night, it’s not... it’s not funny.” Nothing would’ve shocked him more than this, even Stiles hitting him.

Scott’s nervous, but mostly he’s just excited. It’s the summer after senior year and while he’d mostly be hanging out with his best friend, said best friend is already traveling to the other side of the country for college. It’s a little more than a little depressing, but now he's determined to make the most of it by volunteering at a summer camp. It’s not too far from where he lives and there’s even a lake. 

While Friday the 13th gave him nightmares growing up and ruined any chance at all of him going when he was younger, he’s mostly outgrown them along with his asthma. Nevertheless, his mom made sure he packed his inhaler for the trip. It’s not exactly how he’d thought he’d spend his summer before college, but Scott hopes he can at least make a few good memories.

Balance. When Deaton had explained things on the phone, that’s what he’d talked about most. However, most of it went through one ear and out the other. How could this bring about any balance after everything that had happened? What possible good could something like this do? Scott went over fully ready to ask his best friend that, but it all went out the window when he sees Stiles sitting on his bed with the triskelion box open in front of him.