#leaderxfthepack

“Y'smart. 'elp me.”

The Scotsman wriggles out of his jack and shoes within a fluid moment, dropping himself and his backpack on Scott's bed. He'd gotten out of the habit of knocking before entering several weeks ago -- no one complained about him doing so.

“I didn't 'ave these issues back 'ome. ---- also, y'mum said y'ave t'do th dishes t'night and, apparently, wants me t'stay f' dinner.” Jack shrugs and starts digging around his backpack for a pencil and his bottle of water.

yesyesyesssss

WE SHOULD DO A THING WITH TEEN JACK AND SCOTT FOR REASONS

i ship all things you stop that xD

Augh

nate lying with his head on scott's lap

or vice versa

leaderxfthepack

The first day of school was always interesting. It was a complex mix of fear, excitement, pride, and sadness, for both parents and students, Charlee had decided.

She hadn’t been teaching too long.  This was actually her first real job other than practicum and volunteer work. She she was so excited, but fearful at the same time. Charlee had been almost as or perhaps more nervous then her students for the first day. She just hoped she would do ok.

New students greet her and she assured parents that they would be fine as she stood out in front of classroom, and out of the corner of her eye she spotted a child walking hand in hand with whom she could assume was their father. The resemblance was uncanny.

STOP IM OMG OK DLKFGKLDFJG YESSS