Skype - Thursday, October 17, 2014

scott watch star wars: Hey, you up? 11:58 PM

You better be up. I'm having a crisis. I can't sleep and I'm bored. 11:58 PM

make me: yeah i'm up wu? 12:09 AM

scott watch star wars: You shithead. What were you doing for ten minutes? 12:10 AM

make me: not responding 12:12 AM

not everyone types as fast as u stiles 12:12 AM

scott watch star wars damn you: It took you ten minutes to type that? Wow. New record. 12:13 AM

Hey, you know that creepy feeling you get when someone's watching? Do you ever get that? 12:14 AM

make me: in economics 12:16 AM

scott watch star wars damn you: Gotta love coach. No, I mean like when you're completely alone. I've been getting that vibe all night. It's freaky. 12:18 AM

make me: maybe youve got a ghost in your house 12:20 AM

scott watch star wars damn you: Ha. Ha. Ha. Yeah. Ghost in my house. Funny. My dad's been staying late at work, apparently someone's been stealing bodies or something at the hospital morgue. I'm probably just lonely. You should come over. 12:24 AM

make me: can't u come here? my windows open 12:27 AM

scott watch star wars damn you: Why do I have to be the one to go out at like 1 AM and climb into your window? I feel like our relationship is one sided. 12:28 AM

make me: i'm not good with height 12:32 AM

trust me i love you don't break up with me 12:33 AM

ur my BFF 12:33 AM

think abt the kids 12:34 AM

scott watch star wars damn you: Fine. Be over in like ten. 12:35 AM

But for this you get the kids this weekend. 12:36 AM

make me: dammit 12:37 AM

Stiles pushed back his chair, rapping his fingers on the edge of his desk as he looked around for his backpack. Where did he put that again? Oh yeah, by the window. Where he usually flung stuff after coming home from school. He stood up and ambled over not so gracefully in the computer screen light illuminated darkness, and then leaned down to grab the strap to his backpack. He briefly looked out the window to find a shadow nearby the tree outside. At first it didn't register and he stood up and threw the backpack on his shoulder, then turned.

"...wait." He said to himself as he abruptly turned and looked back out the window. No one. He attributed it to his imagination, and shrugged it off. He slipped on his shoes, not bothering with the laces or even putting on socks. "Coat, coat." The talkative boy plucked it off the back of his computer chair and then slipped out of his room, shutting the door behind him. His dad always checked but if he kept it shut he was less likely to think he went somewhere. Sometimes it fooled him. After all, it was a school night.

Stiles rummaged through his backpack front pocket to find his keys to his jeep, then padded down the steps. He opened the front door and closed it tight and locked behind him, and headed out to the driveway where his trusted mechanical steed awaited. Patting the hood, he slid his hand over the jeep and then to his car handle, hopping inside and flinging his backpack next to him on the open passenger seat. "...shit. I forgot my phone." He muttered under his breath. He thought it over for a moment, but decided he was far too lazy to rummage for his house keys just to go up steps and fetch his phone, so he plugged in his car keys and started the vehicle.

Slowly backing out of the driveway, his eyes barely caught a glimpse of the guy he had seen at secretary of state standing on the sidewalk watching him. "What the-" In shock, Stiles floored the jeep by stomping on the gas, and flew out of the back of the driveway.

He stared at where the figure had been, his lights shining on the spot. No one. He kept his eyes trained on the spot as he reached down and locked the doors with the car button. With an over-eager stomp on the gas, he sped down the street, taking the turns even when the light was red. No one was out this late at night anyways.

The jeep sped towards his destination as he took the long back road to Scott's house. Stiles glanced at the time, then back at the road. "Maybe I'm going crazy. Or maybe Scott's right, and there really wasn't a guy with a baby, and I was seeing a ghost. No, I'm not sixth sensing this shit. That's dumb. I'm overreacting." He nearly went through the roof of the car when he heard the sound of police sirens, and he instinctively slowed down, cursing under his breath as one of his father's newest deputies walked up to the side of his jeep.

"Stiles," The deputy said with a frown, looking in his jeep. "Why can't I say I'm not surprised. You know how fast you were going?"

"Ummm, not for sure, I wasn't watching my speedometer. If I had to make a guess, probably...no more than one over the speed limit."

"...we've been over this Stiles. Just because you're the sheriff's son doesn't mean you can get away with speeding around town. I'm going to let you off this time but I'm telling your father." He pocketed his ticket book, and Stiles smiled, giving him a thumbs up.

"Great plan sir. I am completely and sincerely apologetic for my actions. See you later. Give my regards to the family." The deputy shook his head as he returned to his vehicle, and Stiles slowly waited for him to zoom by to start off again.

He reached Scott's house after a few minutes of not-so-cautious driving, slamming on his breaks and parked on the street. "Scott owes me a pepsi," He mumbled under his breath, then looked at Scott's house. Yeah, he had opened his window but the box to the fence was a few feet away instead of by the gate so he could climb it. "Great Scott. You're making me work to get in. Thanks." He jumped out of the jeep, backpack on his back and his hands in the straps as he observed his climbing area. "Great."

Lugging over the crate, he positioned it right by the ledge and fence. He hoisted himself up onto the fence, straddling it for a moment before he pulled himself up onto the ledge of the roof. Scott's head appeared in the window, and he grinned.

"About time. Thought you weren't coming." Stiles flipped him off.

"Yeah, I got pulled over by that deputy my dad hired. He's an asshole. He should just recognize my jeep already and let me do what I want." He started walking over on the roof incline, but because he hadn't tied his shoelaces, one caught underneath his other shoe. All he had time for was to think, 'shit I should've tied that' before he took a backwards tumble off the roof. It was a blur, but he felt something pad his landing and then he was laying on the lawn, sprawled out.

Silence.

Then he saw Scott's mom, Melissa McCall's, light go on in the house from where he laid flat on his back. Scott threw open the front door and looked at where Stiles was on the lawn. "Dude! Are you okay?" He rushed over to where his friend was, and knelt down. Stiles reached up and rubbed his forehead, then grimaced.

"Yeah. Okay. Backpack must've broken my fall." Stiles slowly pushed himself off the ground, and Scott hugged him.

"I thought you were dead, man." The boys were still in a bro-embrace when Scott's mother opened the door and looked out in her nightgown, hands on her hips.

"Stiles, I should have known. Why don't you use the front door? We keep it unlocked, you know that. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Mrs. McCall. I'm great." He propped himself up. "Peachy."