Swooping is bad...
11:30 Same old place, you know the one. Scott had left the message for Alistair on his car window, in that way they used to do. He hoped and prayed that the still checked his window. Scott sat on a boulder. His foot tapping impatiently along the rough edges of stone. He hidden deep in the ocean of trees that made up the Beacon Hill Preserve. Once again waiting in his and Alistair's little spot. An area they had discovered when thing were easier and less complicated. Before the Oni and and the winter's near death experience. Before Scott realized how he couldn't live with something ever happened to Alistair.
Scott sniffed the air catching the familiar scent of earthy warm vanilla. A soft stretched his lips as he practically bounced from boulder. "Alistair! Hey...I'm glad you came. I-I needed to talk to you."
