"Scott?"
"yeah, Leslie?"
"I'm bored"
"You cant be bored. its only 11:45."
"yeah, but sitting in the waiting room of an ER for an hour and a half kinda lost its excitement. There's only so many wierdos I can make up stories about, so many times I wanna vomit at the sight of a bloody gurney, and only so many previews i can watch on IMDb before they kindly remind me that i don't have a freakin optimum password." I flicked my auburn braid over my shoulder in annoyance. i popped my gum loudly. i made weird noises with my mouth.
Here, you could have mine", he handed his phone over to me to take his password. I shook my head stubbornly.
"if i knew that your mom wouldn't let us have a car...Gosh, i wouldn't have come all the way, on the smelliest bus in the world, to sit in a waiting room. I would have gone to my other cousins. Even though your totally funnier and your house doesn't smell like feet. but seriously, what's up with the no car?" I slumped back in my chair trying (yet failing) to make myself comfortable. Scott turned to me.
"if your really desperate, ill call Stiles", he held up his hands in mock defeat.
"yes, PLEASE!" i practically screamed, and then quickly turned away so he wouldn't see me blush. I have had a crush on Stiles since i could remember, yet always felt weird about it since he's basically my cousin.
"ok, k, ill call"', he muttered and texted Stiles. ten minutes later, Stiles bounded in to the ER holding up his keys. He frantically scanned the ER, twitching his head and hopping from one foot to the other.
"I'm... looking ...for a... Leslie, yup found her...", he jumped over a chair and threw the keys. I deftly caught 'em (my hand eye coordination is pretty impressive) and nodded.
"what are my rules? not that i need any, I'm an amazing driv-"
She needs rules", Scott said, from the other side of the room, totally immersed in his phone. "drives like a maniac", he grimaced. Stiles groaned.
"Scott? are you playing candy crush again? i swear, if i come over and see you playing that ridiculous but addicting game, i will smack your werewolf ass and..." he trailed off as Scott frantically dropped his phone and made a 'YOU BETTER SHUT UP RIGHT NOW FACE', complete with a throat slitting motion.
"what the heck? did i miss something?" i asked.
"No. .nononononono. nothing at all. nothing at all. nothing. at. all" Stiles mumbled.
"Well. i definitely missed something. But i don't care, gimme your keys and ill leave".
"yeah, just take em. go!", he shooed me toward the door. i frowned.
"normally, id take offense, but right now, between offense and a car, ill take a car. bu bye". I practically ran outa there. God, those two are all kinds of weird.