15 months ago
"This might be your dumbest idea ever — no offence." Hope points out.
"For once, She's right." Stiles agrees and scratches the back of his head.
"Oh, shut up." The girl rolls her eyes and pushes Stiles slightly off his balance, making the boy trip over his feet and laugh under his breath.
"Guys! I want this." Scott sighs frustratingly at both of his best friends. Hope and Stiles share annoyed look. "I-I need this for myself."
"You mean, getting shot with arrows is not enough, so getting stabbed with needles gazillion times will do the job." The brunette raises a brow at her best friend and rests her hand on the strip of her chocolate brown satchel bag. Walking on the sidelines, Stiles turns to a bit to his left side and opens both of his arms towards Hope to prove that she had a point. "Great thinking, dude." The brunette pats Scott's shoulder and narrows her eyes.
Hope held back the urge to roll her eyes and mutter colorful words under her breath. She just never understood why Scott needed to get a tattoo while still being a minor. Usually that's the age when teenagers don't think and end up doing some weird stuff or get each other in trouble. Take Hope, for example. She's the definition of trouble but in her defense she's just unique from the others.
So when Scott walked in her room last week, while in the middle of playing Fallout 4 with Stiles, he announced to both of his friends about getting a tattoo, Hope burst out laughing. Stiles? He on the other hand just stared at Scott in pure horror, something the girl hasn't seen in a while. She actually thought he was joking, she really did. That was until there was deadpan expression plastered all over Scott's features. Then she realised Scott actually wasn't joking and he actually did want a permanent tattoo. Hell, even Hope tried to get him one of those temporary tattoos just so he knew what he was getting himself into. He only said no to temporary tattoos due to the fact they were Disney Princesses temporary tattoos.
The trio stopped right in front of the tattoo salon, it was either now or never, Hope picked never but of course she didn't have a vote in this, so she said nothing. The girl bit the inside of her cheek and swayed back and forth. She glanced at Stiles on her right and then at Scott on her left, none of them met her halfway and she sighs.
"Okay, let's do this then." Stiles mutters, steps forwards and pushes the door to open but instead he walked right into the glass door. His brows crease together in confusion that is until he notices the small sign that says 'pull'. He scratches the back of his head and looks around, to make sure no one saw any of that, but no one did. He also didn't hear both of his best friends snicker at him or actually hear Hope making a joke about him. So he turns around to face them, only to find Scott and Hope looking at each other with no words exchanging. He waves his hand back at the salon, "We should go and tell you booked a tattoo before they close." They both didn't even flinch at the sound of his voice , "Uhm – yeah, I'll just go inside."
As Stiles walked in, Hope crosses arms over her chest and looks down at her worn out vans, "Are you sure you want this? I mean it's your body, you can do whatever the hell you want with it – It's just – I don't know, I don't want you to regret it afterwards, that's all." She admits as she tries to not make an eye contact with Scott.
"Ellie," He puts both of his hands on her shoulders in attempt to stop her rambling but she only tenses under his touch, not that he noticed. Hope still looks up at him, "It's okay, I thought this through – a lot. I've been wanting it for a while, so don't worry."
He gives her shoulders a little ensuring squeeze and a warm smile that she returned. She steps out of his hold, trying to play it off cool as she laughs and makes her way up the stairs right where Stiles was just few minutes ago. "Well, then, dude. Let's get you needled up."
"Okay, now you're just making it sound weird." Scott points out as he chuckles and shakes his head. Hope only shrugs her shoulders and walks in the tattoo salon with Scott following her after.
As they entered the parlour , they were met with Stiles standing behind the woman which Hope only assumed was a customer before them, she had dark raven hair, white crop top with worn out jeans. She couldn't see her face but she could smell her sweet vanilla perfume as she approached Stiles. The unknown girl turns around to leave, not until making an eye contact with Hope. She had no idea how to react or what to say, so she gave the girl a small smile, which she returned. As the girl walks past the brunette, she still has her eyes on the mystery girl but this time the girl had a small smirk tugging on her lips which only left the teenager puzzled.
Hope closes her eyes for a brief moment and shakes her head. That for sure was weird as hell, she didn't feel uncomfortable nor she felt good about the moment she had with the mystery girl. It was somehow in between but she brushed it off like it was nothing, besides she was in a tattoo salon in downtown of Beacon Hills. When it hits 6 in the evening and she's outside of her house, she trusts no one and according to her avengers watch, it was half six so yup not trusting anyone.
She turns to Scott as the guy behind the till asks for his ID to prove he's an adult. She and Stiles glance at each other nervously as Scott gives his ID to the man – well, the fake ID anyways, that Hope may or may not has made herself and yes she was in deed proud. See Scott's mom couldn't come with them and because Scott still counts as minor, he needed legal guardian's or parent's approval and that well... didn't turn out so great. However, Scott really wanted the tattoo so she made the fake ID for him that said he just turned eighteen. It was plausible, he did look like an adult and he didn't have a baby face so everything was good. Just some teenagers doing some illegal things. Nothing special.
The guy behind the till, gave Scott a sheet of paper and a pen to fill out information that was needed about him. As Scott was filling out his details, Hope sits down in a cushion chair and picks up an album that she assumes was all of tattoos the artist has done on people. As she was going through pages, nothing really stood out for her, there was a girl that had a full sleeve covered with Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, if that counts. She definitely approves of that.
When she was done going through pages, she places the album back down on the coffee table and leans back in her chair. The girl glances at Scott to only see him giving back the form to the tattoo artist and making his way to the chair where Hope only assumes that's where he will get his tattoo done. She stood up and made her way next to Stiles who found another album but this time it was just sketches of drawings. She raises her brow, wondering how many albums did the guy really have. One had just photos of the finished touch, now there's another one only for sketches. Did they have collection of albums or something? If so, she really didn't want to know.
"Boy," The artist states sarcastically as he looks down at the wrinkled paper, gaining Hope's attention, " It's a good thing you drew me a picture."
She looks behind her shoulder right as Scott grins towards the tattoo artist in response. He's a dork, Hope thinks to herself.
She hisses in pain as she was met with a jab in the side with an elbow by Stiles. She shot him glare daggers but he wasn't paying attention to her whatsoever, instead he was pointing at the drawing. Hope yanks the book off from him and looks down at the page and she sees a sketch of a lizard creature that looked suspiciously like the Kanima. A huge grin forms on her lips as she looks up and makes an eye contact with Stiles. "This seems about right." She titters.
"Maybe this will be a good looking tattoo on him, better than what he probably has planned to get." He whispers and she chokes back a laugh at Stiles' comment. Her best friend grabs the album from her hands and spins around, "Hey, Scott! – Sure you don't want something like this?" The album that was in her hands just few seconds ago was turned around for Scott to see. Just like expected Scott didn't find any of that funny, giving both of his friends a pointed look. "Too soon? Mmh–kay."
"Give me that!" She takes the album from Stiles' hands again and whispers, "Immature, tsk tsk tsk." She shakes her head and turns few pages back as she gets to the sketch she was looking for. Stiles shoots her bewildered look, cause as he recalls just a moment ago, she was enjoying this as much as he was. That was until he saw the drawing and his hand shots to his mouth, holding back a laugh. "This– ," She turns the sketch for Scott to see and it was a wolf howling under a full moon on a the edge of a cliff. "This is very meaningful and powerful tattoo. Like poof, mind blowing. "
"Guys, give me a break." Scott lets out a huff. They didn't even hear what he had to say, the two teens in front of him were just laughing like it was the most funniest thing they have said or done. Eventually, they both murmured a quick 'sorry' to him and calm down as Scott didn't find of any of that slightly amusing.
"I don't know,man. You sure about this?" Stiles starts off after a moment, stepping closer to Scott, "These things are pretty permanent, you know?"
Hope watches as the tattoo artist prepares the inks and ink machine or whatever they are supposed to be. She notices the wrinkled paper from earlier and takes a glance at it, as Scott stubbornly states, "I'm not changing my mind."
On the paper she saw two horrible coloured and drawn bands. Just plain two bands. Is Scott seriously going to get that tattooed on his body? Permanently?! Oh hell no. "Wait – Hold up. Why Two black bands?" She questions him as she crosses arms over her chest.
"I just like it." Scott shrugs, still not giving a full reason as of why.
"Okay but don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know or something?" Stiles points out as he notices the same paper that Hope was looking at few seconds ago. Hope nods her head in agreement with Stiles.
"Getting a tattoo means something." Scott tries to argue and a humourless laugh escapes Hope's lips. She knew Scott and she would bet all her money on him not telling the full story. She was his best friend and when she last time checked the rules of her best friends guide book, best friends are supposed to tell each other everything and Scott. Well he was breaking those rules as of now.
"I don't think that's –"
"He's right." The tattoo artist interjects, "Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word tatau means leave a mark. Like a rite of passage."
"Oh wow, no wonder why it's permanent then." Hope mumbles under her breath sarcastically.
"Yeah, you see?" Scott slightly extends his arm out towards the guy, " He gets it."
"He's covered in tattoos, Scott." Stiles deadpans and crosses his arms over his chest just like Hope did. "Literally."
"Okay, you ready?" The guy ignores Stiles' comment as he finishes cleaning Scott's bicep and picks up the ink gun, "You, uhm, ain't got a problem with needles, do ya?"
Scott stiffly rolls back his shoulders, not making eye contact with anyone, "Nope."
Stiles on the other hand leans in to see more of it and scratches his chin, " I tend to get a little squeamish though so –"
And then there was a loud thud.
Scott opens the door for Hope and she jumps in backseat of Stiles' jeep. Scott climbs in and sits down in passenger's seat while Stiles finds himself sitting in the driver's seat with one hand holding an ice pack against the back of his head after passing out.
It took them surprisingly only forty minutes for Scott's tattoo to be done. Yet Hope still couldn't believe he got two bands tattooed on his bicep. Two plain bands. And here Hope thought she was the one making bad decisions all the time, she guess not. Don't get her wrong, she was okay with Scott getting a tattoo (kind of), but she was expecting something more cool and meaningful. Not that.
"You okay?" Stiles asks, noticing Scott's look on the face lacing with confusion as he examines his bicep wrapping in bandage.
"It kinda burns." Scott stiffly states. Hope raises an eyebrow.
"Did I not tell you about needles versus arrows?" The teen girl chuckles.
"Yeah," Stiles nods his head, agreeing with Hope, "You just had your skin stabbed around hundreds of thousands of times by a needle."
"Yeah but I don't think it's supposed to feel this way," Scott hisses under his breath in pain. He sits up straight in his seat and quickly glances at his friends in panic. "Oh no, it's definitely not supposed to feel this way." He groans in pain, making the girl starts to feel sense of worry. "I have to get this off!"
Without a second thought, he reaches out for the bandage, trying to take it off and Hope's eyes grow wide. "What?! No, no, no. Don't!"
The last thing she wants to see is infected tattoo that probably looked like straight out of horror movie, she was living a life as her nightmare. She wants to get a goodnight sleep before her first day as a junior. This? This wouldn't help. Nope, definitely not.
Both, Hope and Stiles turn away from their best friend, in fear of whatever flesh-eating bacteria was underneath the bandage. Scott on the the other hand had a mixture of shock and distress lacing his features. The area that once was covered with two black inked bands was now slowly fading away until his bicep was clear as if it wasn't there in the first place.
"It healed." Scott murmurs.
Hope opens her eyes to only see his tattoo long gone, a smile growing on her lips. Stiles and her glance at each other, high-fiving in excitement. Whilst mutters a happy 'yes' to herself, Stiles starts his engine, "Ah, thank God. I hated it." If Scott wasn't in pure shock before, he for sure was now of his friends sudden behaviour. Feeling Scott's eyes on both of them, they glance up at him, "Sorry." They both mumble in unison.
Hope's smile drops.
She hurt his feelings because of her not liking his tattoo and she didn't like that. She was supposed to be his best friend, supporting his decisions no matter what. Even she said it herself, just before they entered the tattoo parlour. Great, fan-freaking-tastic, Hope sighs heavily as she leans back in her seat and plays with the ends of her flannel.
Stiles starts his jeep and the trio make their way back home in silence. Hope tries to apologise to Scott sincerely but nothing comes out, she felt like a fish out of water. Even just looking at him makes her regret even opening her mouth beforehand. His attention was with what was happening outside the window, passing trees, streetlights. His hand still gently rubbing the spot where his tattoo healed. He really wanted that tattoo, even if she didn't understand why. It was special to him and both, Stiles and her made fun of it. She feels bad about it and she hates that feeling.
Her phone chimes up with a notification from 'minion rush' she was playing on their way to parlour, she picks up the phone and closes off the message from the game. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she overlooks her wallpaper. It was a photo with her and her boys right began they went to Lydia's first party that they were invited. It feels like that picture was taken ages ago but in reality it's been only few months. It just felt good things were back to normal now – That was until a thought came across her mind.
"Hey, Scott? " She calls out, gaining both of their friends attentions, Scott turns in his seat, so he could look at Hope, "Have you uhm, – have you talked with Allison?" She gulps and breaks an eye contact with Scott.
He goes back in his old position and looks down, "No, we – we agreed to give each other space in the summer. No texts, no calls. . ." he trails off, sorrowful look crossing his features.
"Oh."
Stiles gives her a look of sorry before asking as she quirks an eyebrow at that, "So then how do you know she won't be back at the school then?"
She inhales sharply as she tugs a piece of hair behind her ear. So that's why he gave her that look. They did talk about Allison when she wasn't with them, even when Stiles said they didn't. Hope rolls her shoulders back and crosses her arms.
"After everything that happened," Scott shakes his head as he recalls the memories with Allison. Stiles slows down his jeep to the red light next to animal car, his attention going to the car next to theirs, "I'm not sure that she's coming back."
"I think she is. I'd say pretty definite." Stiles states confidently, both, Scott and Hope turn to him with questioning looks, "You know. Like one hundred percent."
Both of them are still confused of his sudden confidence of Allison's return, if not more than before. Sensing Scott not getting the hint of his alarmed expression, he points at the car next to them. She could tell, Stiles didn't point that for her sake but Scott's. Even if it wasn't for her, she still looks anyways and when she does her mouth opens in a 'o' shape.
The car next to them belongs to the one and only Lydia Martin but that wasn't what takes her off guard but the girl next to her. It was Allison. Smiling and laughing on whatever the two girls were talking about, not aware of her or the guys next to them.
Hope glances at Scott and even from where she was sitting, she could tell it was like he forgot about the world around him, his expression in pure awe. It felt like someone dropped a weight on her heart and she looks away from him and looks back at Allison.
It takes her few seconds but when her eyes meet with the brunette in the other car, even she can feel panic bubbling inside of her. Technically, the last time the two interacted with each other wasn't really amazing or good times. Well, if you don't count Allison trying to hurt her only due to the fact she was trying to save Isaac from getting killed by one of the Argents. If you forget that part, all is good then. No biggie.
"Oh my God," Scott panics, lowering in his seat, in attempt to hide from Allison. Hope glances outside the window and sees Allison doing exactly the same thing. Hope runs her hand through her thick brown hair, and leans back in her seat, "Can we just drive. Please, Stiles." Scott pleads.
"Scott, it's a red light." Stiles points out. It really did feel like universe was playing some sick joke on them. She feels like the red light was mocking Allison and Scott, making them suffer the tension between them. At least Hope could feel that.
"I think we should talk to them." Hope shrugs her shoulders, smirking. She leans forward, almost sitting in between the boys, "You know, we all should welcome her back."
Scott's eyes grow wide in fear, "No, please don't."
"You know what?" Stiles points at Hope, "She's right. I'm going to say something. Say hi–"
"No!" Scott interjects, shaking his head as Stiles lean over to roll a window down as he ignores his friend's protests. Hope giggles at the sight in front of her, "No, Stiles. – No, come on. – Oh my God! Dude! No!"
"Hey!" Stiles shouts and Lydia's car speeds off. Stiles hums in confusion, "You know, they probably didn't see us."
...and finally the red light turns green.
She finds all of this entertaining. You have Scott, in complete panic and then you have Stiles trying to solve everyone's problems and getting a enjoyment out of someone's pain. – Mostly. Hope? She was all of those things above, if she had popcorn, she would be eating it right now despite the situation.
Stiles continues to drive and Lydia's car was in their sight. There technically was no other turns, so driving behind them was the only choice. Scott turns to Stiles, still the same look in his eyes as before. "What are you doing?!"
"Driving?" Stiles answers but it came out more of a question than a statement.
"We're right behind them!" Scott points out, his eyes widening.
"Scott," Hope finally speaks up, "There is literally no other turns." She chuckles.
He turns to look at her and gives her a pointed look. She was enjoying his suffering and not being helpful at all, "Well, I don't want to look like we're following them."
Hope rolls her head back and mumbles 'oh, my god' under her breath. He was making more of a scene than it was supposed. Sure, she wasn't helpful but there was nothing to do. Literally. Besides someone's pain is her gain.
"Well, what do you want me to do?!" Stiles raises his voice, starting to panic himself and Scott putting a pressure on him wasn't helping at all.
"I don't know! Anything!"
Without thinking twice, Stiles slams his foot on jeep's break, making it to abruptly come to a stop. If Hope didn't have a tight grip on both front seats like she did, someone would be responsible for her injuries. She did jerk forwards with much more force than she could control but thankfully Scott reacted fast and his arm shoots out, protecting her from getting hurt.
She could feel her heart beating in her ears from the adrenaline of the sudden impact. Hope holds onto Scott's arm for few seconds, trying to calm herself down and before she sits back up she gives Scott a little squeeze in a 'thank you' gesture.
Not knowing what to do next, the jeep sits still with all three teens sitting in a silence. Few moments past by and Lydia's car comes to the stop as well, leaving the trio to wonder what made them stop. Words weren't needed for them to know what they were thinking, it was pretty obvious but that soon changed ad two screams pierce through the air, making the trio alarmed.
In the blink of an eye, Scott and Stiles were out of the jeep, shutting the doors closed. She groans in annoyance of their sign for Hope to stay in the jeep. She steps out, making her way towards Lydia's car, where everyone was standing outside of it. As she walks up to Allison, Lydia, Stiles and Scott, she suddenly stops.
Hope didn't really know what to do and she felt left out. She didn't want to ask if the girls were okay, guys already asked that. Both girls were frightened, that was pretty easy to tell. But asking the questions that were already asked would be pretty pointless and wouldn't help the girls to calm down from the hit. It was good to know they were at least safe and not injured.
She wasn't sure what to do next, so she walks around the car to see what happened. Her hand shoots up to her mouth, loud gasp escaping her mouth as she sees a bloody deer laying on the hood, broken through s windshield.
She hugs her torso, and sofy shakes her head, "Scott..." It comes out barely as a whisper. She didn't expect him to hear it but he did. He heard his name being called out by her. He leaves Allison's side, not without double checking on her first, and walks up to Hope.
Both teens glance at each other and then back to the deer in front of them. She watches as Scott hesitantly places his hand on now dead deer. Hope didn't question him but a thought did come across her mind and she knew it was wrong thing to say but she couldn't help herself, "I guess, a deer did get caught in the headlights.". A nervous laugh escapes her lips. Scott gives her a look, and closes his eyes. Hope looks down at her shoes as she murmurs, "Sorry."
"I saw its eyes right before it hit us. It was like—," Lydia cries out and softly shakes her head, "It was like it was crazy." Lydia cries out, glancing between Hope and Scott.
"No, it was scared," Scott corrects her, "Actually, terrified."
And here she thought, their lives would go back to normal after what happened their Sophomore year but they should've known better than that. It was Beacon Hills after all.
AUTHOR'S NOTE ::
*ten centuries later* hello my friends. it has been a while.
last time i updated this story was years ago. im sorry im sorry, it's just, i suck at updating or writing in general but it was quite hard for me to write for hope. even though i love my weird child with all my heart, so yeah that would be one of the reasons why i wasn't updating. (not really i just procrasinate a lot).
anywho.. let me know what you think so far! xx