Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is not mine. I also do not support entering any sort of contest under false pretenses. I just write about it.
CHAPTER 4 Scott and Allison McCall
"Scott, we're out of milk."
"Okay," Scott said.
"Go get some. I'm about to make my Honey Scouts cookie cake."
"Again? Dude, we've already eaten like three cakes. Aren't you tired of it?"
"The last one didn't count. Allison and I only made a small cake to perfect the recipe," Stiles explained. "So go get some milk. And dish soap. And barbeque chips."
"It's your cake, you get it."
"Fine! We'll go together."
After some bickering, they finally got in the car and drove to the grocery store. Once they were done getting their groceries, they stood in line at the checkout station behind a woman.
"Yeah, I know. I can't wait," the woman said.
"Excuse me?" Stiles asked.
The woman looked at him quizzically and Stiles realized she was on her bluetooth. He gave her an apologetic expression and turned back to Scott who was busy texting someone.
"Allison?" Stiles asked.
"Nope, Rosa."
"Who?"
"She took her dog to the clinic earlier this week," Scott replied while texting.
"And do you always text your patient's owners?"
Scott looked up. "C'mon, we're just texting, it's not like we're gonna get married."
"What about Allison?"
"What about Allison? I've told you - we're just friends." He went back to his conversation.
Stiles turned his attention back at the line. He couldn't help but overhear the woman's conversation in front of him.
"I'm still deciding which earrings to go with. I love the diamond ones, but the pearl ones seem more appropriate with the dress," the woman said.
"I got them at Valentino's for a good deal. Speaking of which, while I was there, I got an email and it was one of those newsletters I signed up for. There's a new resort in Hawaii and they're having an all-expenses-paid honeymoon giveaway, so I entered. I mean, my chances are slim but why not? I wrote out a whole essay about why we deserve the honeymoon and sent it today. Hang on."
Stiles smiled as the woman paid for her groceries and left. Like she said, the chances were slim but why not?
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Scott asked as Stiles smiled at him with his mischievous grin as they drove back home.
"Nothing," he said as the light turned green.
"Stiles, stop being weird," Scott said a few moments later when he looked at him again. Stiles was disgusted to see that he was checking his phone every so often, waiting for a certain dog owner to text him no doubt.
"How do you feel about Hawaii?"
"What?"
"How do you feel about Hawaii?" Stiles repeated.
"Um, Hawaii seems fine. Why, were you planning to go? I'm really in no position to go on an expensive vacation. You miss Derek or something?" It had been several months since Derek had moved to the islands.
"Well, yeah I miss Derek, but that's not what I meant. The woman in front of us is getting married and she entered a contest for a free honeymoon in Hawaii."
"What woman? That's a guy," Scott said, referring to the man in the car in front of them.
"No! The woman at the grocery store," Stiles said exasperatedly. "But of course, you didn't notice because you were too busy sexting that girl."
"Okay, you know I'm smart enough to not sext. I don't even do that on Snapchat."
"I think you and Allison should enter."
"You mean enter a contest for newlyweds? Where do you come up with these things?"
"Oh, c'mon. Just hear me out," Stiles said as he pulled up to the driveway.
"No way."
They took the groceries inside the house and began putting them away.
"Look, what Allison needs right now is a vacation to forget about Aiden. Remember when I had that bad breakup with Heather? We went to LA and it was exactly what I needed."
"Okay, well why Hawaii and why just us two? Or are you planning to come along with Lydia?"
"Hell no! I can't afford Hawaii. I can barely afford the ticket to Lydia's gala."
"Okay, so the four of us can spend a weekend in LA." Scott didn't see why Stiles was so pumped about this.
"We could..."
It suddenly all made sense. "Is this some ploy to get me and Allison together?"
"Look, if what you say is true about just being friends, then why not go to Hawaii with her and have a good time? What's the big deal? She needs to get away and you've been working so hard. You both deserve a nice, free vacation. Why not just enter and try your luck?"
"Because we're not getting married."
"Just a minor detail. C'mon, let's go look for that contest," Stiles said as he went to get his laptop.
"What about your cookie cake?"
"I'll make it later," he called out.
Scott figured he shouldn't be too surprised. Once Stiles gets an idea in his head, he usually ran away with it. Besides, what were the chances of them actually winning?
Stiles spent two hours hunting down the contest throughout the far corners of the internet. The problem was that he didn't know which island this new resort was on or which wedding newsletter advertised the contest. He kept searching "new resort Hawaii honeymoon contest" in different variations with no luck. Other contests appeared, mostly expired ones, and some the entry process seemed too long and complicated for impatient Stiles.
The next day, Stiles went to work as usual. He couldn't believe he was having such a hard time finding the mysterious contest. He really wished he had asked the woman for the name of the resort she was talking about.
"Mr. Stilinski, can I go to the bathroom?" one of his students asked.
"No, now sit down."
"Please, it's an emergency," the girl whined.
"Nope. Should have gone before the bell rang."
"But I think I just got my period."
There was an awkward pause where Stiles and the girl stared at each other.
"Are you sure about that?" He didn't trust the girl - she was one of the sneaky ones.
She turned around and exposed the red stain on her khaki pants as the whole class laughed. However, the girl didn't seem embarrassed the slightest bit. Stiles on the other hand, was a bit pink.
"Okay, you can go, but if that seat is stained, you're cleaning it up! Now listen up kids! We're going to have independent study. Read Chapter 8 and take notes. You'll be turning them in at the end of the period. And no phones. If I see you with your phone out, I'm keeping it until the end of the day and I'm gonna text the first person of the opposite sex that I find in your messages and declare your undying love to them. I kid you not. Just ask second period, and no, that was not permission to use your phone."
As the students got out their textbooks and paper, Stiles sat at his desk, ready to tackle the internet again. He was dismayed when he was forbidden to view a website and brought out his laptop.
Due to the slow connection, he wasn't able to do much. He decided to take a break and caught one boy texting under his desk. It wasn't until third period when he thought he found the right contest. It was an all-expense-paid honeymoon to the island of Oahu at a new resort called Hala Loa awarded to three couples. The only requirements besides basic registration were an essay and a picture of the couple. The deadline was in five days.
He silently thanked God and bookmarked the website.
"I finally found it," Stiles told Scott. He had gone straight to the animal clinic after the last bell had rang.
"Yeah, I know, I got your text. Please tell me you actually did some teaching today."
"The kids learned that phones are not allowed in my class. I caught four people today and made sure they wouldn't do it again."
"Which means you texted their friends something embarrassing?" Scott asked knowingly.
"It had to be done. But look at this." He pulled out his laptop from his bag and showed Scott.
"Wow, looks really fancy. And they're picking three couples," Scott said.
"Now I've written out the essay - "
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, read it." He opened up a file entitled "Scott and Allison McCall" and let Scott read.
"I would never say this stuff. We can't send this in," Scott said disapprovingly.
"And you could do better?"
"Dr. McCall, your 3:45 is here," Scott's assistant informed him from the entrance to his office.
"Thanks, I'll be right out. Yes, I can do way better and make it actually sound believable. They're not gonna believe Allison donated her kidney to me."
"You wanna win, don't you?"
"I'll see you at home."
Later that evening, a tired Scott arrived home. He was surprised to find Lydia's car parked in front of his house and found her sitting on the couch, reading a healthcare magazine.
"Lydia?"
"Hey Scott. He's home!" she bellowed.
"Bring him to my room!" Stiles's voice shouted back.
They went to his room where he was on his desktop computer, the "Scott and Allison McCall" file open on the large monitor's screen. Piles of papers occupied the desk as well.
"What's all this stuff?" Lydia asked.
"Homework and such. I'm a little behind on my grading."
"Do we have to do this now?"
"Yes. The deadline is in five days. Five. We have no time to lose. Now Lydia's here to help polish the essay. Did you ever write your own version?"
"I started but I haven't finished yet. You're not weirded out by this whole thing, Lydia?"
"Oh please, so you wanna win a free vacation. I'd probably enter too if I actually had time for one. Besides, it's kinda sweet that you wanna do this for Allison. Lord knows she could use a tan. Now let's see what we've got," Lydia said. "And my time is limited by the way. I'm having dinner with Brian in an hour and a half."
"You two have been dating awhile," Stiles said. Scott thought he heard a little jealousy in his voice.
"We're pretty much together now, but don't tell Allison."
"Well congratulations. Tell him I said good luck," Stiles said. Lydia smacked him lightly on the arm and began reading his essay.
" 'In my time of need, Allison selflessly donated her right kidney without hesitation?' You can't be serious," she said.
"Told you," Scott said.
Lydia read the rest of the essay with a bemused look on her face. "That was...interesting," she said. "Now let's read yours Scott."
He pulled out his phone and opened the note where he had hastily written a paragraph down while at the office. He felt a little awkward and looked at his friends who looked back at him expectedly.
"Oh I'll read it," Lydia said impatiently and took the phone from his hand. " 'Allison and I met in high school. I was shy at first because she was so pretty and all the other guys wanted to talk to her, but by some miracle, we became friends. Best friends. She's my everything and the happiest day of my life was the day she said yes to my proposal. I couldn't believe God would bless me with someone like her in my life and I'm proud to marry her and spend the rest of my days with such an amazing person. I want to win this contest for her because she deserves the very best.' Aw, that's cute. A bit generic, but it's a good - "
Scott raised his hand quickly, silencing her. "Someone's here." He had a funny feeling he knew who it was.
He walked to the front door and peered out the window and saw Allison getting out of her car. Scott couldn't believe it. Out of all the times she had to drop by unexpectedly, she chose now? Allison saw him through the window and waved at him. He ran back to the others.
"Guys, Allison's here. Close everything and don't say anything about this!" Scott said hurriedly. Stiles turned off the monitor and the three left his room.
"Hey Allison," Scott greeted as he opened the door and let her in.
"Hey Allison," Stiles and Lydia said together.
"Hey guys. So this is the errand you had to run, Lydia?"
"Yeah, well Stiles had some sort of rash on his back that he wanted me to check out. Even though I'm not a doctor," Lydia added.
"Well, you know, it could've been cancerous," Stiles said. "So how's it going Allison?"
"Not too good. I ran into Aiden at the bank today. He didn't see me though," Allison explained. "And I need help. Stiles, you know how to disable texting and calling capabilities with a single contact, right? I need to stop myself from contacting Aiden. Last night, he sent me a long, sweet text and I almost replied back. I'm about to cave."
"Wait, you're not actually thinking about giving him another chance, are you?" Scott asked.
"No, of course not. It's just that I miss him. Despite everything, I miss him, but I know I can't talk to him right now. It's stupid, I know."
"It's not stupid. You really loved him," Lydia said sympathetically.
"Well I refuse to be a fool," Allison said determinedly.
"Sure, I can help you. Lemme grab my laptop," Stiles said.
"Mine's right here," Scott said trying to sound calm. He was worried that Stiles would have the "Scott and Allison McCall" file opened and Allison would see. That was a conversation he didn't want to have with her.
It only took about ten minutes for Stiles to block Aiden's number from contacting Allison and vice versa. She thanked him and started heading out the door.
"Hey Scott, we should go to the archery club. We haven't been in awhile," Allison suggested.
"Sure, I'm free this weekend."
"Okay. See you Saturday."
Once Allison left, they got back down to business.
"I like what you wrote, Scott. It sounds genuine, but I have some ideas to make it a tearjerker without going over the top. Something that will make it stand out from the rest," Lydia said.
The next day, Lydia emailed Scott and Stiles the final draft to the entrance essay.
"You read it?" Stiles asked immediately when Scott came home from work.
"Nope, and I'm not going to until after I eat. I'm starving."
"I'll read it to you. It's pretty good. I think we may have a chance of winning," Stiles said.
"Why is this so important to you?"
"Well let's see. I'm a single 25-year-old guy with a lot of time on my hands."
"You need a girlfriend."
" 'You need a girlfriend,' " he mocked. "Now listen up." He proceeded to read the essay Lydia wrote as Scott prepared himself dinner. When he finished, he looked up at Scott.
"Well?"
"It's good. It's really good," Scott said. He was really impressed with Lydia's work.
"See? I knew Lydia would come through. She even used some of my stuff."
"All we need now is a picture, right? I have some on my phone." He ate and browsed through his pictures at the same time, looking for the perfect picture.
"What about this?" He showed Stiles a picture of him and Allison at the zoo.
"No, it doesn't look very coupley."
Scott looked at some more, all which Stiles said weren't good enough, until he found one that looked suitable. "Is this coupley enough for you?" He showed Stiles a picture of him and Allison at his last birthday. Scott was sitting down while Allison stood behind him, leaning down with her arms around him in a backward hug, her face against his.
"Now that looks like a couple," Stiles said, nodding with approval.
Scott looked at their smiling faces closely. "Yeah, I guess we do."
Thanks to everyone for continuing to follow this story. Chapter 4 is a bit dry and I tried adding a bit of humor to it, please let me know if I succeeded. I know it's an area I need to work on -_-. I am posting Chapter 5 at the same time which has a lot more spice and fire, so I hope y'all enjoy. There is a reason why Derek now lives in Hawaii, and it will make more sense in a later chapter.
I just wanna say that Monday's episode (3.11) completely blew my mind! I think it's my favorite episode in the whole series. If you haven't seen it yet, you gotta go watch it. I know has them. Can't wait for next week's episode. Now on to Chapter 5...