A Sciles Wedding

by JimberlyShipper

So. This is a future AU fic. It's only a bit in the future, it takes place in June of this year. Scott and Stiles are getting married. That's it. It's a Sciles wedding. I hope ya'll like, and this came out of nowhere, other than all of my feels needing an outlet.

12. Off the Deep End

Chapter Twelve: Off the Deep End

The next couple of weeks were spent with Dusty and Scott trying to get to know each other. Scott really loved his brother pretty much right away, And that wasn't counting that he was a friendly person who always saw the good in people. Scott was actually scheduled for the next day to have his tumor removed. So they were at the hospital now, and Scott had been on fasting for twelve hours. Scott was in bed, on IV drip and soon it was going to be sedative time. They'd give it to him to help him calm down before they wheeled him into the surgery. It was just the three of them, Scott, Dusty, and Stiles. Melissa had her own patients, she wasn't allowed to work on her own family members. Deaton was stopping by later, to bring everyone something to eat.

Stiles was a ball of nerves, and it's not like he was regularly not a ball of nerves. Scott looked at his husband, squeezing his hand. "I love you, but you have to calm down. Things are going to be okay." He said, he knew that Stiles needed to hear that. "Why don't you go and get me some ice chips, or something for you and Dusty to eat?" He asked, he knew that Stiles was going stir crazy and he needed to let off some steam. After staring at him for a long moment, Stiles agreed and left the room.

When Scott's husband had walked out, Dusty looked at his brother. "You are really good at handling him. You'd think he was the one going to get a tumor removed." Dusty couldn't believe that Scott was so calm going into this. He also knew that Scott was planning on not coming out of this alive. Dusty also knew that trying to tell Scott that he should be more positive wasn't going to do anything. They'd done that till they were blue in the face. And Dusty knew that Scott was putting on a show for them. Trying to be what they needed him to be.

"You know, you don't have to do this, the whole I'm hiding my true feelings thing." Dusty said, causing Scott to look at him.

This was something that Scott hadn't planned on doing, it was just something that he did. He knew that Stiles needed it. "Dusty, I know my husband. You are taking this more confidently. He needs me to think that I'm going to survive this. And I'm not saying that I won't. But I am also prepared for the idea that I might not. I'm being a realist. He can't do that this time, because it's me. He's been in my life since we were four. And he isn't ready to give me up. I'm not ready to give him up either, but that's not really the point. The point is, I do need to do the whole fake confidence thing."

Dusty reached out and took his hand, lacing their fingers tightly together. "Can I tell you something? I actually haven't told anyone yet." Dusty knew how his brother felt about the guy he'd been talking to, and he knew how Stiles did. He kind of wanted to keep the secret whatever it was from Stiles for a little while longer. When Scott gave him a look that said he shouldn't have asked, because obviously, he could, Dusty said, "I'm kind of seeing Isaac." He wasn't sure how Isaac felt about him, he was a guy who didn't really talk about his feelings with people, Dusty could tell. "I think I like him. I haven't said anything yet because I know you and Stiles both have mixed feelings about him."

This was a surprise to Scott. He looked at Dusty, glad that he'd gotten Stiles to leave the room, because this truly was going to upset him. It was because Isaac had tried to have sex with Scott at that party in high school. Scott barely remembered it, but he knew it had taken some convincing to get him to stop. Scott thought back over this memory, trying to get a firmer grip on it, and it really wasn't working. "D…. I'm not so sure that's a good thing." Scott told him about the time in high school, but he had to work off the details that Stiles had told him, since he'd been so drunk he didn't remember.

"I'm not saying that he was trying to do anything to me. Not like, rape, or whatever." Scott said, barely managing to get the word out. Scott still hadn't actually told Dusty about what Rafe had done to him. He wasn't sure right now was the time. He also could tell that Dusty knew that there was something that he wasn't telling him when he wasn't able to say the word. Dusty just kept looking at him. Scott sighed, and reached for some tissues. "Okay. I'm going to tell you what our dad did to me, even if this is the totally wrong time." Scott took a deep breath.

Then he started telling Dusty. It hadn't started until he was four, and at first it was just the beatings. Always when Melissa wasn't home and always where she wouldn't see. He was constantly drunk, and Scott would have to sneak over to Stiles' so that his mom would watch him and Stiles play together. Then, it had spread into the sexual abuse, Mostly he'd wanted to touch Scott, but every once in awhile he wanted Scott to touch him. Scott was now crying, and he had gotten to the part where it had only stopped because Rafe had gotten so drunk that he'd knocked Scott down the stairs when he was eight and he'd been in the hospital for a long time.

"She didn't know for a long time about the sexual part of the abuse. I didn't ever tell her. I'm… I didn't tell Stiles for a long time either. I guess I was just ashamed. And he was gone, and I didn't have to think about it anymore."

Listening to his brother tell that story made Dusty's brown eyes fill with tears. He couldn't imagine going through that. He moved to hug his brother, tightly. "Scotty, I'm so so sorry." He said, he couldn't do anything more than that, since he knew their father was dead already. He wished that he could do something. Scott was not the type of person who deserved to have this kind of thing happen to them. They sat like that for awhile, and while Dusty was hugging him, Stiles came back with some food and ice chips for Scott.

Stiles, seeing the tears, almost dropped the bags of food as he got to them. "Hey, it's gonna be okay." He said, and then he realized Scott must have been telling Dusty about Rafe, because he recognized the look on Scott's face. He handed a bag of Taco Bell to Dusty and then moved to Scott, wiping his face. "You know you shouldn't have been talking about…. him, not right now." Stiles said, and handed Scott the cup of ice chips. Then he sat down in his seat and pulled out his soft tacos. Dusty had already eaten one and was on his second. Stiles wondered what had even got them started on Rafe in the first place. He also wasn't a bit surprised that Dusty could put away as much food as Scott could.

It wasn't long until they were coming to whisk Scott off to have surgery, and Stiles went with them as far as he could, managing to keep the tears off his face. He didn't want to cry in front of nurses or doctors. He stood and watched them wheel Scott away, and he clenched his fingers into fists that hung at his side, and he wished that he could just wave a wand and time would change. That it would speed up or something, so this would be over. Stiles paced and then went to the waiting room, knowing that that was going to have to be where he waited. When he got there, he found Kira, Allison, and Lydia. "Oh, you guys didn't have to come." Stiles said, and they all went into a group hug.

The fact that Malia wasn't there wasn't brought up. Stiles sank into a seat next to Kira. "Where's Dusty?" He asked, just as Dusty came walking up. "Oh, there you are." Stiles said, and he watched as Dusty was introduced to the girls. They'd not met him yet. Stiles wondered what the group as a whole was going to think of Dusty. They were all exclaiming at the moment how much he looked like Scott. Stiles was just worried about Scott and how long this surgery was going to take. Hours. He was actually planning on trying to just go to sleep and then when he woke up maybe it would be over and his husband would be okay.

Allison saw Stiles, and she reached out for him, and grabbed his hand. "Come on." She said, and tugged him down the hall so they could talk alone. She had once been sort of in love with Scott herself so she knew how he felt. She also knew why Malia wasn't here. It wasn't a big surprise, at least, to Allison, but it was kind of selfish. She should be here, showing support for Scott. Once they were away from the others, she said, "Stiles, I know that you're freaking out. You're doing your best to hide it. But you can't hide it forever." Allison fingered her engagement ring. "I know what it's like to love Scott. I just don't know what it's like to love him and he love me back the same way. You got to be the lucky one that he chose to love him."

As she spoke, his eyes were brushing with tears. She knew that she was one of the only ones he would let see her cry. "You can't go into this thinking that he won't make it. I know that you've been super positive about it outwardly, but I know you. You're worried. You're not going to lose him. I can't believe that Scott McCall-Stilinski was put on this earth just to die before he gets to be 21. Before he gets to have his life with you. His forever with you." She hadn't ever really talked like this with Stiles before, they had more of a sarcastic friendship. But she also knew she was the one of the rest of them to talk to him in a serious way. Jackson would, but he wasn't there just yet. He would be later after he was busy with his whatever it was he did during the day. No one really knew what it was.

The fact that Allison was saying all of this to him was making him cry. Stiles hated to cry in front of other people. But especially girls. And he knew that Allison was trying to help, she wasn't doing this to be a bitch. "I'm sorry that you never got to be with Scott. Okay, I'm not, but I know how you feel, with the having feelings for someone who doesn't love you back. Because for a long time I was afraid to tell him how I felt. But when I finally told him, I got really lucky that he felt the same way. And I really appreciate you saying all of this to me. That you believe he's going to make it." Stiles didn't know what else to say, he was trying to keep from having a panic attack. He had had those as kids, and Scott needed him to be strong and calm right now.

"You know though, life worked out the way it did for a reason. I'm supposed to be with him, and you're supposed to be with Lydia." He ran his hands through his brown hair. "Except the Scott getting cancer, and having a dad who didn't know how to keep his hands to himself." This was okay to say, because everyone knew about the stairs incident. Stiles wasn't sure if Allison knew about the rest of it, because he couldn't remember if she'd been at Rafe's funeral. It had kind of come out then, with that coworker of Rafe's going off on Scott. Stiles didn't want to push it though, there was already so much else to stress out about it.

Allison stepped closer to him, and touched his shoulder. Stiles was someone who always seemed to be on some kind of drug that made him jumpy. She knew it was mostly just how he was, and too much caffeine. "I do know that life was supposed to go this way at least a little bit. And I know you don't believe in God. But I do. My family's French, we are Catholic all the way. And I believe that God will make sure that Scott survives this. Because I don't believe that God cares if someone loves someone else who is their same sex. He's not being punished for being who he is."

When she said those words, Stiles' throat filled with a lump, and he had to stand there a moment, trying to work it out so he could speak. He hadn't thought about it that way, because he wasn't really someone who believed that there was a God. But now that Allison had pointed that out, he had to admit, she was right. Scott was one of those people on this earth that shouldn't have been dealt the hand he'd been dealt. Scott was one of the best people that Stiles had ever known. That's why he was in love with him. There was literally no one like him in the world.

"You're right about him, though, there's no way that he deserves God to be punishing him for anything." Stiles said, and leaned against the wall. "I have loved him my whole life. Since I was four years old. I'll be nineteen very soon. I can't imagine my life without him. I want us to grow old and have kids and die together like Noah and Allie." Stiles knew she would know who he meant. Stiles was a total rom com kind of guy. He kind of hated that he lived up to the stereotype in that way.

"I just can't lose him." He said, his voice breaking, and then they hugged. The next few hours were going to be such a pain to get through.

There's something in the way you roll your eyes
Takes me to a better time
When I saw everything is good
But now you're the only thing that's good

Trying to stand on my own two feet
This conversation ain't coming easily
And darling I know it's getting late
So what do you say we leave this place

Walk me home in the dead of night
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm
So say you'll stay with me tonight
'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

One day later

Scott woke up, feeling a little groggy. He saw he was still in ICU, and that wasn't good, but it wasn't necessarily bad, either. He saw Stiles and Dusty camped out, there was one couch that turned into a bed, and they were both sleeping on it. Scott looked around for a clock, it seemed to be 11. Whether that was pm or am he didn't know, and he hit the button for a nurse. Then he called out to his husband. "Stiles?" He tried not to be too loud, because he didn't want to wake Dusty and he didn't know what time of day that it was.

Hearing his voice, Stiles jerked awake and moved over to the bed. "Oh my God, you're awake." He said, and pressed kisses all over Scott's face. Then he pressed one to his lips. "Scott, you're cancer free." He told him, and watched his husband's eyes widen. "They got all of the tumor." He said, and they kissed again, longer and more passionately this time. A nurse came in, clearing her throat. Stiles smirked as he pulled away, but Scott couldn't help but blush. It was just how he was. Scott got blushy about sex. Stiles moved so she could check him, and said that they'd be keeping him for another week and then he could go home. Taking it easy, of course. He'd just had major brain surgery.

Scott told her he was starving, since he hadn't eaten in God knew when, and she told him she'd bring him something that wouldn't give him a heavy stomach. Scott groaned, he just wanted some food. He turned back to Stiles as the nurse moved off, having checked his vitals. Scott pulled Stiles with him in the bed and kissed him again. He was going to get his hair back. He was going to get to go to college. He was going to get to have a life. Scott hadn't been prepared for this, and his stomach was full of butterflies. He was going to live. That was the best thing to happen to him since the very first time Stiles kissed him. Besides them getting married, that is.

There was a knock on the door, and Melissa came in. Her eyes were full of tears. She moved to him and hugged him tightly. "You made it." She said, it was all she was able to say, she was too overwhelmed that Scott was going to be okay. They all sat there hugging for awhile, just glad that the crisis was over.

Two weeks later

It was a sunny morning, but cold. Dusty woke up and moved down to the kitchen, and smelled food cooking. "Oh, Ma, that smells so good." Dusty said. He had remembered to pull on a tee shirt, although his front and back were covered in tats and it didn't really matter if he wore one or not. Dusty moved to get a cup of coffee. Scott had gotten home from the hospital the night before, and he was probably still sleeping. It was only nine. Dusty got out cream and sugar for his coffee. He was wearing a pair of pj bottoms that hung low on his slim hips and showed off his hip studs. Three on each side. Since his tee shirt rode up a bit when he was reaching for a coffee mug.

Before Melissa could say anything, Stiles came down. "Morning. Scotty is sleeping like a baby." He said, and he moved to get his own coffee, accepting a plate of breakfast from Melissa. "I can't wait, we should be able to let the college know we can start attendance." Stiles really couldn't wait to get to UCLA. He wanted to take classes. He knew that Scott did too. It was the first time that either one of them had been that excited about school. Maybe because it was college and they would get to choose what they studied. "Your hip studs, they get you a lot of cock?" Stiles asked his brother in law, ignoring Melissa's protests about the question. Stiles was often a blunt person.

Dusty raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, and you definitely couldn't handle it, Stilinski." He said. Stiles immaturely stuck his tongue out at him. "Besides, I know my brother gives you all you can handle. I sleep in the bedroom right next door." With this, for once, Stiles blushed. Dusty grinned. "I like that I managed to embarrass you." Stiles moved to get his laptop from the living room so he could do college things while he ate. Dusty said, "You know that I will just follow you both to UCLA." He wasn't going to go without being near Scott, they'd already lost enough time.

It was Scott who answered this. "I know that's right. We can't go without you." He said, as he came into the kitchen. His hair was already starting to grow back, and he was smiling. Scott got his own cup of coffee and then a plate of breakfast after kissing his mother's cheek. "I still can't go just yet, babe." He told Stiles, but he knew that his husband was going to jump into it headfirst as much as he could. Scott was okay with that. He was working on getting his weight back up. He knew he was tumor free and he was just so glad about it, he wasn't going to sweat the little things. He was just glad to be alive.

"So, I'm gonna go into the clinic today. Help Dad out a bit." He said, he wanted to be around the dogs again. Speaking of dogs, both of the dogs came towards him, and Scott grinned. He leaned to pet them both, Bear of course giving him a hug. Scott was amazed that he could do that. He looked like Cujo, but he was so sweet. Steve was growing, and the two of them loved to chase each other in the fenced in backyard. They got along just fine.

Scott moved to eat, and Melissa told them she had to head off to work. She waved at them in lieu of giving out kisses, which told Scott she was late. "I really just want to see the dogs." Scott said, shrugging a shoulder. "You wanna come, D?"

This was a question that Dusty could answer honestly. "Yeah. I can practice my guitar." He was glad that he would have the chance to play something that Deaton got to hear. "You know, I think Ma and Alan are going to get married." He said, and that Scott agreed with him with, and Dusty could tell that Stiles had checked out of the conversation. He was busy with his laptop. Dusty looked at his brother. "I just know it's gonna be in like, the biggest church in town, and I'm hoping that the tuxes or whatever aren't like, pink or something."

Laughing, Scott said, "Dad doesn't do pink. Ma does, but I doubt she'd do that to us. I don't know how much thought she'd go into, it's her second wedding, after all." Scott didn't doubt for a moment that his mom and Alan were going to get married. She hadn't really gotten over Noah, he didn't think, but she had moved on enough. She really cared about Deaton, Scott could tell. Scott didn't mind that at all. He thought Deaton would take care of her. That was what was the most important thing to Scott. That his mother was going to be okay when he finally got to college.

Twenty minutes later, the twins left Stiles to his college work and they went to the vet clinic. On the way, they bumped into Isaac. They didn't live far, they'd decided to walk. Dusty froze for a moment, not sure what he was going to say. He didn't know if Isaac wanted anyone to know that they were whatever they were. Dusty didn't even know if they were boyfriends. "Hey, Lahey." Dusty said, and the taller man's eyes met his. Isaac seemed to be out of his element as well. "Look, Isaac, I told Scott we're… whatever." Dusty said, wanting the awkwardness to be over. He was sick of it. He just wanted to be out in the open. He didn't want to hide. That was the whole point of coming out. "I don't want to hide, Isaac. I want to be out. I got disowned to be who I am."

This wasn't news to Isaac. He knew that Dusty wanted all of that. What Isaac didn't want to say was that to him, it was just hanging out. He didn't…. He had feelings for Scott. And he probably always would. He didn't know that he could move past that and be what Dusty needed. And it wasn't fair to him. "Dusty, we really shouldn't be talking about this in front of Scott." He knew that Dusty wasn't going to get why he hadn't told Dusty anything about what he felt for Scott. Or what had happened at the party in high school. He hadn't meant to pressure Scott as much as he had. And he wouldn't call it rape. He had stopped as soon as Scott had clearly said no. Isaac wasn't a rapist, and didn't want to be. Plus, he knew what Scott had been through as a kid. They'd bonded over having abusive fathers, as fucked up as that might seem to someone who had a normal father.

Sharing a look with his brother, Dusty looked back at Isaac. "We're headed to the clinic, but we don't have to be there at a certain time. Not when your almost dad is the boss. So what the fuck is it that you don't want me to know?" Dusty asked, stepping closer. Isaac didn't move, just looked back at him. Dusty didn't mind that Isaac was taller, he wasn't at all concerned that he was on the shorter side for a guy. "Seriously. Because if you don't want to be a serious thing, okay. But tell me. I don't mind if all we're doing is sweating up the sheets. I'm just glad to be getting laid by a dude. But you have to be honest with me."

This was something Isaac wasn't good at. The being honest thing. "Please, Dusty. Don't ask me to talk about this right now. I don't…. I don't want to get into this on the street in front of Walker Drugs." He didn't know why Dusty had to be this stubborn. It wasn't a trait that he shared with Scott. Isaac ran both of his hands through his hair, which had gotten longer and was curly. Just as curly as Scott and Dusty's. Just brown instead of black. "Please." He was doing his best to keep the begging out of his tone. That wasn't something that he wanted to have in his tone when talking to either of the McCall twins. He couldn't add Scott's other last name without wanting to cry. Actually cry, which is something that Isaac hadn't done since he was a kid.

"Come on, Dusty." Scott said, his already healthier looking arm taking Dusty's tattooed one. "You can do this later." He gave Isaac a glare as they walked on. They didn't look back. Scott knew why Isaac didn't want to talk about it. He was still in love with Scott. And Scott didn't have the heart to tell Dusty that he was probably only sleeping with him because he looked exactly like Scott. He hated that that was going on and he didn't think he could be the one to hurt his brother by telling him. That was going to have to be Isaac's job.

There's something in the way I wanna cry
That makes me think we'll make it out alive
So come on and show me how we're good
I think we could do some good, mhm

Walk me home in the dead of night
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm
So say you'll stay with me tonight
'Cause there's so much wrong going on outside

Later that evening, Scott and Stiles were laying on the couch, watching My Little Pony, because Stiles couldn't say no to Scott. He was rubbing the peach fuzz that covered Scott's head. He was already growing back his hair. Stiles was loving it. Especially since the T of chest hair on Scott's abs was back as well. Stiles liked to fuck an adult. He was running his hands up and down the front of Scott, they were alone in the house. Melissa was out with Deaton, and Dusty had put on his leather jacket and said he was going out and just left. Stiles had no idea what that was about. He was sure that Scott did though, he'd been acting weird since he and Dusty had gotten back from the clinic earlier that day. So had Dusty, really.

"You gonna tell me what's going on with your brother?" Stiles asked, as Rainbow Dash flew around like the gayest horse in the history of television.

This was not something that Scott had seen coming. "What?" He asked, turning his head to look at Stiles. He didn't want to talk about it, and he knew that Stiles didn't know about Dusty and Isaac. He didn't have permission to tell him. Scott usually told Stiles literally everything, but this he didn't need to know. And it was going to cause drama when things were going just fine right now. "I can't tell you. It's Dusty's business." He said, it was all he could say. He wasn't going to betray Dusty's confidence. Although he did get why Dusty was upset with Isaac. It was hard to be with someone when you had to hide. Gay or straight.

The fact that Scott said no was puzzling to him. But Stiles also didn't want to pressure him. "I can't make you talk about it, but Dusty's okay, right? Like, he's not sick or something?" He looked at Scott with his brown melted chocolate eyes wide and a little misty. They'd started off rocky, but Stiles liked Dusty. He cared about him so much more because Dusty cared about Scott. Anyone that cared about Scott like that had major points in Stiles' book. When Scott told him Dusty was okay, Stiles relaxed. But he just couldn't focus on the tv show. It was cute, and it was cute that Scott loved One Direction. But Stiles just wished they could watch less of My Little Pony. That was not the reason that they had Netflix.

Scott laid back in his arms. "Just relax. The Mexican food is on the way." He said. He knew the owner of the Mexican place down the block and they got free food there often. Scott had cut his grass since he could ride a lawn mower. It had helped out a lot with bills for him and his mother, and the free food. And birthday cakes on their birthdays. Scott was enjoying this. They had nothing to worry about at the moment, and they could just be. That was all that Scott wanted. Just to hang out with Stiles. And to go to college, but he had to recover more and that was out of his hands as to time. He was doing what he was supposed to, he couldn't speed things up more than he was able.

"Yeah, I know." Stiles said, about the Mexican food. It was from an actual Mexican owned place, so it was really good. Not that Melissa couldn't hold her own. She too, was Mexican. Stiles actually was really looking forward to his taco salad and festada. He loved those. Sometimes that's all they would order, as many as they could. Stiles moved, and Scott groaned. "The food is here, and I am going to go and get it with some drinks." Stiles went to the door. "Hey, Manuel." He said, they quibbled over paying for it, Stiles always tried, and then exchanged goodbyes. He took the food into Scott first before he went to get something for them to drink. Pulling out some sodas, he heard the front door again and Dusty cursing.

Stiles went back to the living room. "D, what's wrong?" He asked, not only did Dusty look like he was ready to kick someone's ass, he was on the verge of crying.

This was not something Dusty wanted to answer. "Um, not now, okay?" He said, and hung up his leather jacket on the coat rack. "Oh great, you got Mexican." He said, and accepted a beer from Stiles. They had a tendency to sneak when Melissa wasn't home. Not that she'd stop them as long as they weren't going to be driving. And Scott was off the meds that he had to be on for the cancer, so he was able to drink if he wanted. He just generally didn't. Dusty sat down and reached for a burrito. He bit into it. "Yeah, I knew this was from Manuelo's." He said, sighing with satisfaction.

Scott shared a look with his husband, and decided not to press him if he didn't want to talk about it. Plus, he was sure it was about Isaac. "We're watching MLP but if you want to watch something else that's okay with me." Scott knew that neither of them really shared his love of the show. Scott reached under the coffee table and pulled out the pot paraphernalia. He was actually prescribed it and it was good stuff.

This gave a small smile on Dusty's face. "Nice, bro." He said, reaching for a soft taco. He thought it was cute thay Scott smoked weed but wasn't a huge fan of alcohol. Dusty loved to get wasted. Right now, he actually needed to do that. The fight with Isaac had been epic.

Watching his husband fill three vape pens, Stiles wondered if this was a good idea. But he also knew that it really would help Scott feel better. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was dealing with the anxiety of being a cancer survivor. And technically you weren't cured until you had been free for five years. Scott hadn't said it out loud. But Stiles knew. The euphoria was going to go away eventually, and he would be anxious. Stiles moved to sit down and open his taco salad. He wanted to eat that first. He said, "Gotta say, the ponies are better with weed." He said, cracking open his Coke.

This caused both of the twins to laugh. Scott said, "That's a good point, babe." He knew that Stiles was worried about his mental state. He could tell whenever he pulled out the pot, Stiles gave him this look. He was sure that Stiles didn't know that he was doing it. That was the part that Scott thought was a little funny. But he knew that he was going to have to deal with the fact that he had survived cancer. He was trying not to deal with it all at once. Of the two of them, he'd been the one who had dealt with it with realism. So he wasn't as concerned about himself as Stiles was. He knew he was going to be fine.

They all got involved in eating, and discussing what they were going to watch after a few more episodes of MLP. Scott was just glad they could be sitting here and doing this together. He stole glances at his brother occasionally, and he knew that Dusty and Isaac had had a fight of some kind. He didn't know how to help, and he hated that his brother was going to get hurt. He hated that anyone had to get hurt, Isaac included. But Isaac was being the one who was being stubborn and not coming out. You couldn't force someone, but Isaac knew that he would be okay if he did. There was nothing stopping him. And he knew that he wasn't going to get to be with Scott. So he needed to stop keeping himself mired in his regret and feelings that would get him nowhere. That was just harmful to everyone. Scott wanted things to be better, like they had been before.

It had been too sad for too long.

We're drivin' in a black car
And it's blacked out and we're spinnin'
We're listening to Fast Car and you're driving fast
And you're singin'
Don't wanna tell you what I'm feelin'
Don't want this night to hit a ceiling
I'm wearing dirty white shoes
A white tee shirt and your jacket
And I'm laughing, but I'm lying
When you're smiling I'm the saddest
I hide my face so you don't see it
I think out loud, hope you don't hear it

It's going on 18 months now
And it's fucked up, but I'm fallin'
I feel it every day now but I'm stallin'
But I'm stallin'
I'm here, but I'm in pieces
And I don't know how to fix this
And I don't know how to fix this, no

If I'm just somebody that you're gonna leave
And you don't feel something when you look at me
You're holdin' my heart mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly I'll be okay
If you're just some habit that I gotta break
I can clear my system in 90 days
You're holdin' my heart, mmmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly

Author's note: So, ya'll can thank the fact that I am re-reading Fangirl, I was watching Teen Wolf, and Truth or Dare for Halloween for this update. Not sure when another will happen, but I hope ya'll liked. I might end up finishing a Sciles oneshot I started for Scott McCall week in April. Oops. We'll see. After Fangirl is Simon Snow and Baz. ;)