"Scotty, I need a favor," announces Stiles as he bumps shoulders with his best friend/brother/possible-hetero-lifemate.
"Kay, Stiles," mumbles his best friend/brother/definite-hetero-lifemate, clearly not awake yet.
"Scott, you're not even going to ask?" Demands Stiles, outraged at the lack of followup. "I could ask anything of you now. And you'd have to do it. That settles it. Today, at lunch, we are going to hop up on the tables and do the Macarena. We can get the whole school to join us - post the video on YouTube. Lydia can record it, cause obviously she's not gonna dance with us. And if we go viral, I'm seeing sequels in our future... I'm thinking the Chicken Dance. Maybe after that the Hokey-Pokey!"
"Stiles!" Interrupts Scott, familiar with his friends rambling ways.
"Right, right. Point - Favor," responds Stiles, forcing himself back on track. "I need you to call a pack meeting. Today. After school. At your house. We need Derek. Ethan and Aidan too. Possibly even Creepy Uncle Peter. Possibly. Even though I'd personally kinda like to see him suffer." He finishes, daydreaming now.
"What, why! What happened?" rushes Scott, destroying Stiles' musings.
"Nothing... bad. I swear. It's just my cousin is coming."
"Oh, okay. That's good. More family for you and your dad," responds Scott, relieved.
"Scott, you're not getting it. My cousin is moving here. I only l have one cousin."
"Oh, shit!" curses Scott, "Stiles please, please tell me you're joking. She's not moving here."
"Yes, yes she is."
"Queen C is moving to Beacon Hills!"
"And now you're understanding the severity of the situation, Buddy." Stiles cheers, slapping his hands down on his bestie's shoulders.
Scott whimpers. Cordelia Chase was about to blow into town. It was time to batten down the hatches.