title: the yellow brick road

summary: no, see, 'cause Jackson actually doesn't know shit, Stiles is brilliant and road trips are fucking magical — bro!fic

notes: i have no reason for writing this except my own entertainment. Also, all the cool kids are doing it

1. — here's looking at you kid

It was the middle of summer vacation and Scott was being really pathetic and whiny and heartbroken and all kicked-puppy-like because Allison had moved away to Pennsylvania. He was lying on his bed, feet hanging over the edge with his headphones in his ears. Probably listening to something really sappy. Stiles hoped it wasn't Taylor Swift, which was, as everyone knew, the point of no return.

All in all, it was really bringing down Stiles hyped-up-hell-yeah-it's-summer-bitch mood.

He didn't even really understand it, Allison wasn't that hot (except yeah, she was actually totally bammin' slammin' bootylicious , 10/10, congrats Scott).

But still.

Bringing down his mood.

Stiles, deciding that enough was enough, snatched the headphones out of Scott's ears. The boy didn't even move. Incredible.

"Dude," Stiles said, "This is the summer before our senior year. No alpha pack to worry about, no mythical creatures trying to kill us every other weekend—Scott we are supposed to be having the time of our lives."

Scott sat up. It was weird talking to Stiles from this position.

"But Allison," Scott whined.

"Left two weeks ago," Stiles finished.

"Really? It feels like months." Scott stared off into the distance wistfully. Stiles seriously considered slapping him out of it. It would be so easy.

But then he got an idea (a truly genius idea because he was Stiles Motherfuckin' Stilinski)

"Dude, let's go see Allison."

"You mean like a road trip?"

"Did someone say road trip?" Isaac said, suddenly appearing in the doorway.

"What the fu—"

"I wanna go."

Scott frowned. "You can't. Who's gonna look after my mom?"

Isaac rolled his eyes. "Your mother is a very capable woman. She'll be fine."

"Who'll be fine?" Scott's mother asked, passing by the hall, hastily putting in an earring as she got ready to go to work. Scott sighed.

"Stiles and Isaac want to go visit Allison via road trip," Scott explained.

"Oh. That's good. You haven't seen her in a long time right? Maybe this trip will be good for you," Melissa said.

Scott blinked and sprang up from his bed, walking towards his mother. "What—wait, Mom, are you saying you'll let me go?"

"Well, yeah. I guess. You guys are going to be seniors, close to college bound." She put a hand on Scott's shoulder. "I trust you. And I know you can take care of yourself."

"But who's gonna take care of you?" he asked and Melissa smiled.

"I'm a big girl Scott. I can take care of myself. And besides," she said, "If anything happens I've got Sheriff Stilinski around." Stiles blanched. Scott didn't even want to know what that could have meant. She kissed his cheek.

"I'll see you later. Bye boys," she said and left. Stiles and Scott looked at each other.

"Do you think—?"

"Ew, no. No I do not."

"Who the fuck cares," Isaac interrupted, "we're going on a road trip." He whooped loudly then proceeded to high five Stiles.

Scott, for some reason, was very worried.

notes: la la la~