( under the night sky )

[absurdities]

 

ＳＴＡＲＧＡＺＩＮＧ - whether you're on a picnic blanket in a field, laying on the beach, or in the bed of a truck, you're with someone you care about and you're looking at the stars.

ＣＡＭＰＦＩＲＥ - camping is the most fun when you're with someone else. roasting marshmallows, telling stories. nature's got it goin' on.

ＰＡＲＫＩＮＧ - you're at the lover's lane, parked at the peak overlooking the city, it's just you and someone else in the car. maybe it's time to steam up the glass or hey, you guys can just talk if you want.

ＦＩＲＥＷＯＲＫＳ - may it is the fourth of july, the new year, or just because, but there's fireworks shooting off and they're magical. or scary. it depends on what floats your boat.

ＬＡＴＥ ＮＩＧＨＴ ＳＷＩＭ - maybe you're at the beach or in the backyard pool or at the lake, maybe you're going to skinny dip or maybe you'll 'fall' in with all your clothes. either way, swimming at night is pretty much always fun.

ＳＫＹ ＬＡＮＴＥＲＮＳ - perhaps you've lost someone dear and you want to do something to remember them by, maybe you're making a wish for the future.

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[teenyoda]

Stiles grabbed a marshmallow, sticking his tongue out at Scott and impaling it onto his stick. "I can do it myself." Said every four year old ever. But he shifted over on his bag so that Scott could sit down next to him if he wanted.

[mccallme]

Scott plopped down on Stiles' sleeping bag before grabbing another marshmallow from the bag. "Pretty sure I just had a flashback to when we were like, six, dude."

[teenyoda]

"If only it were that simple again, huh? Skinned knees and curfews and tracking mud in the house." God, take him back to those days.

[mccallme]

"If only," Scott echoed, glancing at him sideways as he roasted his next marshmallow. "Although I don't know about you but I still struggle with those last two." He nudged him lightly.

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, well, that's because you're still scared of your mom and listen to curfews." Which he didn't do. Well, he might if Melissa turned that eye on him and gave him the voice, but she never did.

[mccallme]

Except that one time when she'd grounded Scott from Stiles. His mom was kind of scary. "I only listen to curfews sometimes," he pointed out. Like when there was no crisis going on.

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, I think we get a veto then, though." Because really, neither of their parents seemed to be surprised to get a call from one of them in the middle of the woods at one am. Well, Scott's dad did, but Scott's dad was a douche and didn't count.

[mccallme]

"True. Saving the town takes precedence over curfew." He smiled faintly. He wouldn't willingly call his dad for anything. His dad could go back to San Francisco and never come back for all that Scott cared.

[teenyoda]

"Exactly. So, screw the curfew part of that. The mud, however, makes you a terrible son and you should be ashamed of yourself." He grinned as he pulled his browned marshmallow off, blowing on it a bit before popping it in his mouth.

Not enough blowing. Still ow.

[mccallme]

"I am," he assured Stiles, shaking his head and patting his friend's back. "You never learn, dude." He didn't bother roasting the next marshmallow, just grabbed it out of the bag and popped it into his mouth.

[teenyoda]

"Do so," he mumbled around the mouthful. "I'm just hoping that I build up mouth callouses and it stops burning."

[mccallme]

"Or you know. You could just give it a few more seconds before you stuff the next marshmallow in your mouth," he suggested.

[teenyoda]

"But I'm hungry and it smells good."

[mccallme]

"Self-control, dude. Find your anchor."

[teenyoda]

"I'm not going to wolf out if a marshmallow burns my mouth, bro." He grinned and nudged his shoulder against Scott. "You, on the other hand... you clearly need me in your life to keep you from ruining it."

[mccallme]

He grinned at that, nudging him back and then draping an arm around his shoulders. "You bet your ass I do, man."

[teenyoda]

Stiles leaned into Scott, grinning himself at the fact that after all they'd been through, they still had this. They still had each other and they could still be there. He'd take that over mass popularity any day. "You keep talking about my ass like that and maybe we will have to make out."

[mccallme]

They'd always have this if Scott got any say in things. Always. He doesn't need mass popularity. He's got the one person he's always had: his best friend. He chuckled at Stiles' comment, and shook his head, eyes bright. "Shut up, Stiles."

[teenyoda]

"Or what? Gonna kiss my ass into submission?" Yeah, he could handle it being the two of them against the world. They worked the best as a duo.

[mccallme]

Hadn't it always been the two of them against the world at the end of the day? Other people came and went, but it had started with the two of them and that was how it should be. "Or when we go to the pier I'm tossing your ass in the water." He smirked.

[teenyoda]

He gets a jab in the ribs for that. "Or it's the other way around, wet wolf."

[mccallme]

"Pfft. Werewolf strength, Dude." He laughed.

[teenyoda]

"Screw your strength. I'm wily. Wily and slippery and I will knock your very strong werewolf ass off the pier."

[mccallme]

"And I will drag you right off the pier with me," Scott assured him with a smirk.

[teenyoda]

"That's just selfish, Scott. Can't you let one of us stay dry?" But he was grinning even as he said it, clearly not at all that bothered with the subject.