– “SCOTT RILEY!” AYLIN STANDS UP FROM THE PICNIC TABLE SHE’S SAT AT, practically standing on the bench when she notices scott walk outside – she’s pretty difficult to miss and she jumped up on the wooden bench surprisingly quick for someone in heels. “SCOTT!” she calls again, “ get over here, i know you can see me ! ” ​

– “HEY,” CLAIRE SLIDES INTO THE SEAT ACROSS FROM SCOTT in the dining hall, only holding an apple in her hand. she’d meant to run in and out, but stopped when she saw scott. “ thanks. ” 

– “HEY, QUESTION: wanna see how many of those i can fit in my mouth ? ” he points to the takoyaki. “ i heard the world record is six. ” he made that up. 

– “I WASN’T SURE WHAT TO BRING, SINCE...I CAN’T DRINK MOST BEER, SO...” he holds up a rack of the shittiest beer of shitty beers – pbr. “ i brought one that i CAN drink. i didn’t want to ruin the spirit of boy’s night, after all. ” though he might have anyway. 

it was how a shocking number of dean’s nights went these days. spend a few hours at the bar, trying to pick up a girl. not have any success, go scrolling back through old hookups (female hookups, thank you) to see if anyone was interested. and then, around the fifth beer, broaden his search. open an app or go back to the old well. it was how he’d found himself waking up at scott’s house about a half an hour ago. and, well, he’d been craving pancakes, so he found himself at the stove, just starting to flip the first few with a practiced flick of the wrist. no one ever said no to breakfast. he turned around when he heard the pad of footsteps in the kitchen. “tan, gold, or brown?” @recklessabandons​

cruz brothers name meanings + origins: diego, scott & perrie.

Malia: You do realize this is Stiles??