Chapter Fourteen: Come Wake Me Up
Another month and a half, and they were all settled into their apartment just off campus. They had taken Steve with them, Deaton had insisted. Scott thought it was kind of him to be so worried about him. They were mostly unpacked, and Scott and Stiles were set up in the bedroom at the moment, Scott was toying with his guitar. He was working on some new songs. Lately he'd begun to think that maybe he could be a musician. It would be hard, but he didn't think that he'd regret it. He didn't want to not be a vet, but he had so much to say and writing music was a way to get it all to come out.
Scott stopped strumming to write down some lyrics, and Stiles was laying in the bed next to him, working on a paper for his American lit class. Something about Stephen King being the best writer of the 20th and 21st centuries. Scott spoke up. "So, baby, what would you think about of me majoring in music?" He asked, he wasn't enrolled in any pre med classes just yet because they hadn't had any available to him when he'd been signing up for his classes. Scott brushed curls out of his eyes as he looked at Stiles, who seemed to be pondering what Scott had said.
Stiles paused working on his paper, which wasn't a big one, it was the thing that was supposed to be a get to know your students' interest kind of paper, they weren't even being graded on it. Stiles looked at his husband, who was back to his pre cancer self for the most part, and he had a new tattoo of a heart on his left hip. It said Stiles and Dusty in calligraphy on the inside. Stiles had thought it was very sweet of him to include both of them in the tat. It wasn't too big, about medium size. Stiles shook the thought of his husband's tattoo off as he considered what Scott had asked him. "Well, babe, you know that I want you to be happy. And you are a great singer songwriter, you could totally make it if you wanted to."
This caused his husband to smile, and Stiles leaned across the bed to give him a kiss. "You have to find your passion, babe, and that's singing. Doesn't mean you don't still love animals. You could volunteer at a shelter and do the music thing if you wanted. You could do anything that you put your mind to." Stiles said, brushing his fingers through Scott's ebony curls, loving the feel of them. He was so glad that his hair was back to normal. Allison and Lydia were coming over to hang out later, and Dusty was out working at the Burger King that was a few blocks down from their dorm.
"I say go for it, bae." Stiles told him, reaching for one of Stephen King's novels to look up something to quote in his paper.
Before Scott could reply, Dusty was home. "Hey guys!" Dusty called out, and Steve ran to greet him, he was getting to be such a big dog. Scott grinned at Stiles. "Thanks, babe." He said, and went down the hall to meet his brother, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, D." He said, wondering if Dusty would be amenable to starting a band. "So, I'm changing my major to music." He said, and Dusty grinned at him from the floor, where he was petting Steve and rubbing his belly.
"Stiles is on board, too. Oh, don't forget, hangout with Allison and Lydia tonight." Scott said, he was wearing only a pair of cotton shorts, and he had a couple of new ear piercings. One in his right lobe, since it was the gay ear, and one on the left side, up near the top of his ear. He was also debating getting a tongue piercing. He'd heard it was really amazing when you went down on your partner and you had a vibrating tongue ring in. Not that they needed to step up their sex life. They were married and still teenagers. Their sex life was just fine.
"Yeah, I remember. They're cool." Dusty said, he'd managed to meet them a couple of times when they'd taken visits home to Beacon Hills. He knew that Scott was trying to not think about anything unpleasant now that his life was back on track, and that Dusty was there with them too. Dusty brushed a hand across his own curly head, and then moved to stand up. He pulled off his tee shirt and tossed it down the hall towards the laundry basket. They had a three bedroom apartment, and their own washer dryer hookup. They were starting out their college life late, but loads better than most of the other kids their age. Dusty gestured for Scott to follow him to his bedroom, which while wasn't the master, also had its own bathroom. He wanted to shower. He started shifting through the closet to look for something to wear. He wanted to get high first, and he knew that since Scott was working on his music that could only help with that. Dusty brushed a hand through his tops.
"So, what kind of food should we get? I went to the store yesterday to get munchies stuff, candy, cookies, chips, etc." Dusty said, he'd also gotten some drinks. He was doing much better about his breakup with Isaac. He was ready to move on. Scott had been there for him, and he liked that. He was doing the best thing he could, just listening if he needed to talk. Dusty watched as Steve came into the room, plopping at Scott's feet and wrapping his tail around his master's legs. "I think I got some ice cream for sundaes, too." He added, pulling out a Nickelback tee shirt and putting it on the bed with a pair of cargo shorts.
Scott followed his twin to the bathroom, where Dusty moved to get a towel out to hang on the shower door. Then he shucked off his uniform pants and was down to his boxer briefs. Pulling on a tee shirt that was a bit ratty, he and Scott moved down the hall to Scott and Stiles' bedroom so they could all get high together. Scott got out the weed paraphernalia and settled on the bed to fill the deep vape pen. They had a few, to be covered. "Hey, Stiles." Dusty said, as he sat on the edge of the bed, petting Steve, who was now sitting up on his haunches next to the bed to be close to both Scott and Dusty.
"Hey, Dusty." Stiles said easily back, typing away at his laptop. "Count me in, I can work on my paper while I'm high. Mostly because Pot plus Uncle Stevie is the best thing in the world practically." He added, and Scott laughed with mirth. Scott filled the vape with some of the already ground up weed, and turned it on. He'd put his guitar aside to make room for Dusty to sit. He hit the vape, and gestured to the notebook on the bed. "Look, it's the song lyrics." He told Dusty. "Don't show Stiles yet, it's about him." He added this last part as a whisper. He didn't want Stiles to know just yet.
"And as far as food goes, I was thinking pizza. The place next door really likes us." Scott said, their building was right next to a pizza joint. They were off campus, but only by four blocks or so.
Stiles accepted the vape pen when Scott passed it to him, and read a line or two of 11/22/63 that he was using a quote from in his paper aloud. "I want to showcase his best stuff, the second book I'm referencing after Bag of Bones is 11/22/63. It's so good." Stiles said, he hoped that he'd be able to do this without going overboard. He didn't want to put more effort than was needed. But he did like the assignment, and he was actually having fun writing the paper. He passed the pen to Dusty. "I think Allison and Lydia insisted on bringing stuff too, we're going to be totally covered."
"And they like us because all of the delivery people have crushes on the two of you." Stiles added, Scott unable to keep the laugh from bubbling out. Stiles threw a pillow at his husband, who deftly caught it. "I don't know about you, but that just makes me incredibly jelly." Stiles said, and Dusty laughed a bit too as he passed on the joint to Scott. "Dusty, you're not married, and that Austin Samuels guy likes you a lot. He always gives you free cheesy bread." He said, and Dusty nodded. This was incredibly true.
Scott passed the vape on to Stiles, already feeling the buzz, the kush was excellent. "I swear, bae, I told them I'm married. That I'm McCall-Stilinski. Showed them my ring finger. I don't know why they keep being all flirty." He truly didn't. For someone who was an amazing person, he didn't get that he was. And that he was an amazing catch. Scott leaned over to see what other quotes Stiles was using, he'd made a note from the book of ones he'd liked. "I think when it comes time to actually have a paper that counts for a grade, you're going to kill it. You're taking this one so seriously." He told him.
"So, Austin really likes me?" Dusty asked curiously, and Scott immediately piped up. Stiles had finished hitting it and had passed it to Dusty. "Yes! He told me that he loves your tats, your taste in music, all of that." Scott said, brushing curls out of his eyes. He was pretty much still bulking back up, but he did look multitudes better. Scott said, "I think I might see if I can get a band together. There's tons of places around here we could play." He brushed a hand through his curls. "You should ask him for his number."
That was something to ponder. Dusty mused as they finished up the vape pen, and Dusty excused himself to shower. He pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and put those on the bed and then got into the shower. The song that Scott was writing for Stiles was really good. Dusty also thought Scott starting a band sounded like a good idea. Dusty would love to be in a band. He played bass. He too could sing. They could call themselves the Twins or something if it was just them. He'd have to ask Scott what he thought of that. Dusty hummed a Daughtry song under his breath as he showered.
In no time at all he was out, dressed, and Allison and Lydia had arrived, bringing a tray of brownies. Dusty grinned, "I knew I liked you girls." He said, giving them both a hug as they took off shoes, putting them by the front door, and moving to the living room. Scott and Stiles had gotten out the munchies, and they were going to play Cards Against Humanity.
Lydia was glad that Scott and Stiles were at UCLA with them. It was nice. She handed Dusty the brownie pan, and he took one out. He grinned more when he took a bite and could taste the pot in them. "Yup, we know our target audience." Lydia told him. "I'm getting sodas." She said, going to the fridge, and pulled out Cokes for them all. She did notice the cooler of what was surely filled with beer by the couch. They set the game up on the coffee table, and Scott was going through the pizza joint's menu to order the pizza.
"This should be a fun Friday night, guys." Lydia said. She was studying fashion. She wanted to be a fashion designer. Once upon a time she'd had dreams of doing something with a math degree. Mostly because she was a genius, and she didn't want to do something that people would take her seriously. But she had decided that clothes were more her thing, and she was going to have a fun time creating beautiful clothes for people to wear. She filled a paper plate with some chips, and then settled in next to her girlfriend on the couch.
Scott grinned. Giggling, he said, "Yeah, it's gonna be great. I love playing this game when I'm high." He sipped his soda. They got down to business, laughing and getting more baked.
When the pizzas came, they made Dusty get the door, in case it was Austin. It was. He smiled slyly at him when he opened the door. "Hey, dude." Dusty said, searching his pockets for the money. "I hear you like me." He added, and the other boy's ears turned red with embarrassment. "It's okay, dude. I like you too." Dusty said, making sure he added that quickly to ease the other boy's embarrassment. He didn't want the other boy to be embarrassed. "We could go out sometime, if you wanted. As long as you like me for me and not my brother."
He didn't want to get burned and end up having to lose Austin too because he was just using Dusty as a tool. "Because I've been burned by a guy before who was just using me to get over his love for my brother. Even though Scott and Stiles have been together for years." He said, paying him for the pizza. "Hold on, let me give them the pizza and then we can finish this conversation." He took the pizza over and then went back to the door.
"Please tell me it's me you like."
Austin was a tallish trans boy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. He was trying to raise money to go to college. He'd gotten into UCLA, but he didn't get any scholarships. So, he'd deferred for a year and was going to go when he had the money. He'd been saving for years, and was making not to bad of a jump start. He wanted to try again for scholarships and loans too, of course. He wanted to be an actor. "I do like you, very much. You are a good person. You are funny and sweet and sexy and hot. And I just want to get to know you better. I'm actually off now, if you wanted to hang out."
Did he want to hang out now? It might be less pressure filled with having others there, more relaxed atmosphere. "Um, sure, if you don't mind that there's other people here. You could go clock out and all of that and come back. We'll all still be hanging out." Dusty told him, and the other boy gave him a grin. "Okay, sure." He agreed, and told him he'd be back in about a half an hour. "So, Austin's going to hang out with us." Dusty said, as he came back into the living room.
"Hey, that's cool!" Scott said, and Dusty moved to get a beer. He was going to take it easy on the beers tonight, with Austin coming he wanted to make sure that he wasn't too fucked up. He was baked already. He filled a plate with some pizza. "Hey, free cheesy bread." Dusty mused, as he smiled. Scott had to be right, Austin really did like him. That was nice to know.
"You're okay with him being trans, right?" Scott asked, and Dusty gave him a you've got to be kidding me look. "I just wanted to make sure, because while he had the tits cut off, he hasn't had the sexual reassignment surgery yet. But he's still a guy. I just don't want things to be weird for you when it comes to sex. I know you're not into girls at all." He said, as he took a brownie and took a bite, chewing. They'd finished the game and now Star Wars movie was on now. It was Solo, one of Stiles' favorites. He was a big Skysolo shipper, but he also liked the idea of Lando and Han having hate angry sex. Scott thought it was cute that he was that into the franchise.
Scott cracked open another Coke. He eyed his brother. "I think Austin is a really nice guy. I think you'll get along great with him, D." He told him, Stiles was excitedly talking to Allison about his Luke and Han being in love theory. It was cute. Scott loved his husband so much.
"I'm fine with that. They do make dildos for a reason, Scooter." Dusty said, and they both giggled.
In no time at all, Austin had come back, carrying two 12 packs of beer. "I wanted to contribute, and I have an older brother." He said, shaking his head and giving them a big smile. Dusty grinned and they both got a beer and settled at one end of the couch. Austin was freshly showered and he looked gorgeous. Dusty said, "You look great. And just so you don't worry, I know you're trans. And it's okay. It doesn't bother me. You're just as much of a man as I am. I will always think of you that way."
Austin blushed deeply. "I appreciate that, Dusty. I really do. It… my parents don't accept me, so I will take acceptance wherever I can get it. They think I need to go to one of those conversion camp places." He said, sighing. He filled a plate with some desserts, and gave Dusty a soft smile. "You're really great, Dusty. From what I can see. For the record, I never worried that you wouldn't accept me. I'm sure about your greatness and tolerance." He couldn't believe that people in the community had to worry about having hate thrown at them from others in the community. It really wasn't fair.
"You're cute, Austin. And I'm just glad that you like me for me." Dusty said, pulling out a rolled up joint. He lit it, and hit it before passing it to Austin. Austin took it gratefully, and hit it, his blue eyed gaze not straying from Dusty. "So, what's your favorite movie? Band, book? What makes you Austin?" He asked, already heady from the beer and the weed. It was a great night so far. He leaned out and kissed Austin softly, briefly. He didn't know what he was going to do if this was going to be the wrong move. He didn't want to freak Austin out.
To his surprise, Austin kissed back. He grinned and pulled back. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. We see you a lot. I feel like I already know you're a good guy." He told him, reaching out to brush his long fingers through Austin's shaggy brown hair. "You're a brave person for owning who you are, you know that? You took a chance and became who you were meant to be." Dusty told him, and the other boy gave him a shy smile. "I would hope that I'd be brave enough to be who I was if I were trans. I don't know how that feels, to feel like you're in the wrong body from experience, but I do know that it is a hard thing to have to deal with."
Eating a brownie, Austin studied him. "You're the kind of person who would be brave enough, I think. I don't know how I know that, but it's just a feeling that I've got." Austin said, reaching for a beer and some pizza. There was some left. He took a large bite. They had the best pizza outside of a chain that was in the area. It was called Charlie's Pies, and it had been started in the sixties by Charlie Billings, and now was run by the son. They did a lot of business due to being right near the college. Austin made really good tips. He enjoyed that quite a bit.
"You're a brave soul. I mean, you moved here with your brother to continue to be in his life. You care about the people in your life with your whole heart." He said, and Dusty blushed. He leaned out and kissed Austin again, cupping his scruffy jaw.
Meanwhile, Scott was playing his guitar for Stiles and the girls, playing whatever he could get to come to mind or whatever they called out that he knew. Scott leaned out to kiss Stiles. "You're the best husband a guy could ever ask for. " He told him. "I like singing for you." He added, he was so buzzed. He giggled as Steve's paw reached up and touched his knee. "You need a walk, boy? Come on, Stiles." He said, setting down his guitar and grabbing the pooper scooper and the dog leash.
Soon, Steve was ready to go for a walk and the husbands walked down the street. Scott couldn't imagine being happier than he was right now. He didn't know what was going to make him feel better about Peter only getting 25 years for killing Noah, but he hoped that one day he'd be able to stop thinking about it. He didn't want to have to wish that Peter died in prison. He had those thoughts occasionally. He knew it was wrong, and was trying to not think it. He hoped that Deaton and Melissa were doing okay. They were really happy together. He didn't know why good things were finally happening, but he was going to be happy about it.
"What's on your mind, babe?" Stiles asked, arm around Scott as they walked. "You're being awfully quiet over there." Stiles didn't know what was going to make him feel better. Stiles hadn't been able to stop thinking about the horrible sentence that Peter had gotten. None of them had spoken to Malia since it had been handed down. Stiles knew that they maybe should at least hear her side of it, but it was hard to let go of the anger. She knew things that she hadn't divulged and now it was too fucking late. Stiles squeezed him tightly. "Come on, babe, just tell me. We can talk about it. Does it have anything to do with Rafe?"
It didn't, but that put Rafe on his mind now. "Well no, but I'm thinking about him now." He said, sighing. He stopped to let Steve pee on a tree, and they walked around the block, waiting to see where Steve would pick his spot to let loose. Stiles had put Rafe on Scott's mind. He hated that. "I don't know what to do about that. I can't stop being angry about it. I can't tell anyone what he did, they aren't going to believe me. He had too many friends in the FBI," Scott sighed. He buried his head in Stiles' neck. "I love you. I don't know how I'd be making it through any of this without you." He said, shivering as he did his best to keep things to himself. He was in a good baked buzzed mode, and that was all he wanted to feel.
"You have no idea how much that burns me up." Scott said, sighing. Steve popped a squat and did his business, and Stiles moved down to pick it up with the scooper. He wanted to make sure that Scott didn't have to do it. Stiles didn't know what to say to make things better. Scott could speak up, but it would mean a lot of trips back and forth from Beacon Hills. And it had taken them so long to get out here. And Rafe was dead. It's not like he could do anymore harm to Scott. Stiles tossed the baggie in a trashcan on their way slowly back. He knew that Scott wanted to be composed before they got back to the apartment.
They were quiet a few moments, and then Stiles spoke again. "I don't know how to make any of this better. It's all shitty. My dad… he's not here to see me at college, and he's not going to know any kids we might have." Stiles said, shaking his head. He didn't know if that was ever going to feel easy. It was going to feel hard. For the rest of his life. Stiles didn't know what he was going to say about that, because he knew that Scott felt the same way. And there was no way to make the feelings about Rafe go away. Despite the relief that Stiles felt that Rafe could no longer hurt Scott by being there.
"I can't make the Rafe feelings stop. But the best thing is that he can't hurt you anymore. At least not by being around and living and breathing air." Stiles told him, as Scott leaned into him as they walked. Steve trotted along on the leash, which was really just a formality. He never ran off when he was off leash unless Scott said it was okay. Stiles had tried with him, but Scott was definitely the Alpha. And he always would be. Stiles could get Steve to do certain things, but not like Scott could. But he didn't mind, since Deaton had bought Steve for Scott anyway. It only made sense that he follow Scott's lead.
A beat, and Scott said, "I am glad that he's not around living and breathing. But the idea of him getting away with what he did to me is eating me up. I hate it. And really, there's no point in pressing charges, because he's dead. There's no one to punish. I could tell my story, I suppose, but who's going to publish it when there's no one to punish? It's pointless." Scott said, sighing. He held onto the leash, Steve's tail wagging as they walked. It was just too hard. He didn't know what he was going to do about any of it. He hated all of this. It was just the worst thing. Occasionally things would be good, like the switching to music major. But other times he would remember that Rafe wouldn't go to jail and Peter only got twenty-five years, and they hadn't spoken to Malia since that verdict was out.
"I miss Malia sometimes. I don't know what to do about it. I can't stop being mad at her for not speaking up and saying what she knows. But I also miss her because she was one of our best friends." Scot said, sighing. He didn't know how Stiles felt about the Malia part, but he hoped that his husband agreed with him. It would make him feel guilty if Stiles didn't feel the same way. "I just can't let it go." Scott said, further burrowing his head in Stiles' neck as they walked back home.
When they got to the building, they stood outside. Scott was still working on putting his feelings aside. He wanted to get himself as collected as he could before they went inside and rejoined the hangout. Scott looked at his husband, and then buried his head back in Stiles' neck. No one around here ever said anything about their PDA, and it felt really nice. Scott didn't really know why, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. No bigotry was a good thing. Scott felt Steve's body sitting down on his haunches next to them, and his head nuzzled Scott's leg in sympathy.
"Babe, what do you think about getting Steve certified as a therapy animal? He really does sem to be in tune with you and your moods. I don't know how Deaton did it, managed to get a dog with the ability to be there for you so perfectly." Stiles said, reaching down to pet Steve's head. He was growing like a weed. He was almost already the size he would be for the rest of his dog life. Golden labs were huge. But honestly, Stiles liked that. The scarier he looked, the less chance they had of someone trying to attack them when Steve was with them. Although labs weren't known to be super mean as far as Stiles knew. They were good dogs.
Cuddling Scott, Stiles led them inside the building and onto one of the sofas in the lobby. They sat, and Stiles said, "I think it would do you some real good. You love dogs, too. So it just makes perfect sense." Stiles said, as Scott clung to him like a life raft. He always did that when he was upset about things. Stiles was used to it. But he also didn't mind, he liked making Scott feel better. Plus, it was nice cuddling with him. "Promise me that you'll think about it." He requested softly.
"Okay, I'll think about it." Scott said, and Stiles let out a sigh of relief. He was glad that his husband was going to think about it, Scott knew. He sniffled and took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm calmed down, we can go back upstairs." Scott said, and they stood, Steve leading them to the elevator. Scott got into the elevator and Steve bounced in, his tail wagging. They went up to their floor, and went back inside. Allison and Lydia were watching a Marvel movie and Austin and Dusty were making out on the couch.
"D, come on, in the middle of the living room?" Stiles asked, and his brother in law blushed deeply. "Come on, don't give them a hard time." Scott said, and high fived Dusty as he walked past.
"Let's play another game or something. Not that that's not a good movie." Scott said, gesturing to the television. He unclipped the leash on Steve, who ran for his food bowl as soon as he was free. Stiles chuckled and they started to get comfortable. Scott reached for the weed. "Who else needs a refresher?" He asked, looking around the room. He didn't know if anyone was going to take him up on it, but he didn't want to not offer. That was the mark of a true pothead.
Austin, who was sitting on Dusty's lap, said, "Sure, that sounds great." He eased off the other boy's lap and sat next to him, but Dusty wrapped an arm around him, tugging him closer. He didn't know what to say. Austin was moving kind of fast, and if he hadn't spent so much time with Dusty in the almost two months since he got into town, he'd feel bad about it. They talked a lot. And he did give him cheesy bread. He didn't know how he was going to ever measure up to Dusty. He knew that Dusty believed that he wasn't good enough for Austin, but Austin didn't think that he was good enough for Dusty.
Filling up a couple of vape pens, Scott passed one to Dusty and Austin and then hit the other one. Dusty hit it, and Austin tried to put himself back together. He didn't know what he was going to do, Dusty said he was okay that Austin was trans, but would that still be the same deal when it came time for sex? Austin couldn't imagine being rejected. He was finally going to have sex as a man, and he didn't want it to be a one night stand or a nonstarter.
Dusty looked at Austin. "So, what's up? What are you thinking?" He asked, as he accepted the pen from Austin. Austin sighed. "Can we talk in your bedroom?" He asked, and Dusty nodded, and they stood and went to Dusty's room. Sitting on the bed, Dusty put some music on with Pandora on his phone. Dusty looked at the other boy. "You can tell me anything, my tongue's been down your throat for at least the last twenty minutes." Dusty told him, handing the vape back to Austin.
How was he going to bring it up and not turn red with embarrassment? Austin said, "Okay. I know that you said that you're okay with me being trans. And believe me, I want to believe you. Because I can't take it if you're not. But what if when the time comes for sex you aren't into me anymore because my cocks are all dildos?" He asked, running a hand through his messy brown hair, Dusty had had his hands in it while they'd been making out. "I know that you're gay and only into guys."
"Which is fine, Austin, because you're a guy." Dusty said, looking into the other's blue eyes. He didn't know what else to say. But it was the truth. "The sex, whenever we have it, will be amazing because we want it to be. You know that, right?" Dusty asked, and Austin flushed bright red. "Don't worry about anything, okay? I like you. You're a fun guy. I'm sure that we'll find great things to do together. All I care about at the moment is that you like me for me. And you do, so that's great."
He kissed him again before Austin handed him back the vape pen. Dusty did love California. It was a great thing that weed was legal for those of you who were over eighteen. But Dusty had been smoking since he was sixteen. Dusty wished even more every day that he'd been able to grow up in California, because maybe he'd have gotten better weed. Not that the stuff he'd gotten in New York had been bad. Dusty tenderly ran his fingers through Austin's shaggy brown hair. "You're too good for me, okay?"
Austin didn't think that that was true, but he also knew a bit of Dusty's backstory, and he knew that things could be worse. "You know that I don't hold anything in your past against you, right? It all made you who you are today. And you're a great guy." Austin said, taking the vape back. A few more hits, and they were done. Austin handed it back to Dusty, who slipped it into his pocket on his cargo shorts. "We'll work things out." He was so baked and wasted at the same time. "It's cool if I spend the night, right? I don't think I'll sober up before I can drive home." He said, sighing. "Which is cool. I just don't want to drive home wasted."
"Of course you can. We don't have to do anything that you don't want to do." He said, brushing his hand across Austin's scruffy cheek. He was on testosterone, and Dusty thought it was a wonderful drug. Things were looking up. Maybe they really could work things out. And maybe Scott and Stiles would start feeling better about things in their past too. Although Dusty knew their things were going to be a lot harder to be okay with.
I think you know
I think you know
That I'm not one for letting go
It goes to show
Sometimes it's the ones we love
We tend to hurt the most
Yeah with every hit
We're closer to the break
Burt you might be surprised
How much a heart can take
Blow after blow
I just might be the one to say
I told you so
I know it feels like
It's like the world has left us behind
Dearly beloved, dearly beloved
We've always had to fight to survive
Kicking and screaming, but never running
Yes I believe
That there are sides of you and I
We've never seen
Oh there's nothing to hide
We wear our scars as proof
That we are still alive
Yeah, with every hit
We're closer to the break
But you might be surprised
How much a heart can take
Stone after stone
We're getting stronger than you know
So let 'em throw
I know it feels like….
Author's note: SO, it's been a grip! I'm sorry about that. This came out of nowhere, and I am so glad because I love this fic. I think it has the potential to be a nice really long one. So, I hope ya'll hang in. I'll try not to let things go too long before I update again. And Austin is my first trans character in a fic, really, so I hope ya'll like him. I thought it might be nice to give some representation. Read on and reviews are nice!
