In a little town called Beacon Hill, so the story takes place.. No sun in the sky because the clouds had smothered it. A storm was brewing its way into town, dark and ominous.

The wind was harsh and soon dusk would be approaching.

"Scott, out of all that is good and evil, why are we meeting up with Jackson again? It's a bit off, don't you think?"

Stiles said dreadfully as he and Scott walked towards Jackson house.

Stiles was never in good terms with his nemesis. Mainly, because one day Jackson thought it would be kick-ass if Stiles got knocked out unconscious and stuffed inside his locker as an after school "You just Got Punk'd"

Good thing, 2 hours later, a janitor over heard Stiles' muffled cry for help echoing in the halls.

By using bolt cutters the janitor removed the combination lock, thus, freeing Stiles from his confined prison.

"Thanks for your uh.. help, man" *trademark smile*

"That was in like 9th grade Stiles, He's probably changed since.."

*Scott has a flashback so traumatizing that he represses the memory*

"Yeah.. We are in need of a guitar player if we want this band to work out. He did ask if he could join, why not give him a chance"

Stiles thought long and hard about Scott's persuasive statement while kicking the gravel on the road as he walked but quickly responded back in a deterring demeanor

"He told us to *attempts to mimic Jackson's voice* meet me at my place by the garage *dun Dun DUN*

you know that has "Danger" written all over it"

"Stiles..." "Yeah, Scott?" Did you forget to take your adderall today?" Before Stiles could burst out at Scott,

Jackson came from behind them and hung both his arms between their shoulders as an act of Slick Coolness.

((Does that mean.. Jackson has listened in on our whole conversation the entire time.. Like a spy, so he could plot something devious? ..Infiltrator))

Stiles gasped at the conspiracy.

"How's it Goin' ?" Jackson greeted with a smile which Stiles thought was as dark as hell itself, like an engulfing abyss swallowing your innocence.

In an irrepressible action, Jackson let his arms free from them and ran towards his garage and at the push of a button the shield lifted revealing his guitar of choice.. the Danelectro

"So, who's up for some Electric Kool-Aid?"

Jackson said in a tough voice with added enthusiasm topping it off with an unconquerable pose before flashing the duo with a little glass vile of.. L.S.D in his right hand. "No, I'm serious.." His eyes emitted obscurity.

The wind blew a strong cold chill, lighting lit the sky as thunder sounded.. like a hammer crashing down.

The gang exchanged looks at each other.

"Wooah, Far out" Scott's pupils dilated at the thought.. "Sure, why not. I'm game. Hey, Stiles are you in?"

*Scott nudged Stiles*

"Oh, uhhh.. Nothing wrong with a little mind-alter. Yea, I'm up for it"

Stiles was actually feeling a slight apprehensive about his decision but was willing enough to let the butterflies subside.

((What have I got myself into. I thought this whole trip was about recruiting a new band member, this just blowing things out of proportion. On the other hand.. I choose you Pikachu *lost train of thought*))

"Cool" Jackson was amped for what was about to kick start the Teen Spirit.