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[#036] And I'll Try Not to Sing Out of Key (Teen Wolf)
Theme Prompt: #036 – Caught Red Handed
Title: And I’ll Try Not to Sing Out of Key
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 882
Summary: Scott and Stiles try to plot their way around the Keeper of the Cookies.
“Don’t worry. I have a plan.”
Scott looks at his best friend dubiously, playing with the zipper on his red hoodie. It isn’t that Scott doesn’t trust Stiles. There’s probably no person he trusts more than his best friend. It’s the fact that Scott knows Stiles that’s the problem and he knows that Stiles’ plans tend not to go according to, well, plan. It’s not Stiles’ fault. It’s the fact that he’s not always the best at working in contingencies.
“A real plan or a plan that isn’t actually a plan but more of a general sequence of events?”
“Is there a difference?”
“The second one usually gets us caught.”
“Okay, so what would you suggest for a real plan?”
“Well, the objective is –”
“The package. You have to call it the package.”
“Calling it the package just sounds weird.”
“That’s what they do in all the spy films, dude.”
Scott sighs deeply. It’s going to be a long day. “Fine. The objective is getting the package. So how do we do that?”
“We wait until your mom leaves the room, and then we sneak in and get them.”
“And what if she never leaves the room?”
“It’s the kitchen. She’s not just going to pack up and live in the kitchen, Scott.”
“No, but she might have something that she’s doing in there for a while. Sometimes she likes to sit in there with a cup of coffee and read the mail and stuff.”
Stiles seems to consider this, weighing it against his ten years of existence being Scott McCall’s best friend and therefore knowing Melissa McCall and decides that somehow, somewhere, that checks out. He nods in agreement, before tipping his head to the side.
“So we need a ruse of some kind? Something that will get her out of the kitchen long enough for one of us to sneak in.”
“Yeah. That could work. What should we do?”
“Maybe you should ‘fall’ down the stairs?” Stiles accompanies the suggestion with the appropriate quotation marks, showing that it should be a fake fall, but staging injuries like that has never ended that well in the past.
“I’m not throwing myself down the stairs for co –” Stiles flashes him a look, and Scott catches himself, remembering the code word. “ – the package. That seems unnecessary.”
“It’d be a perfect distraction though.”
“If it’d be such a good distraction, then why don’t you do it?”
“Because I’m way sneakier than you are.”
“Am not!”
“The last time you tried to sneak something out under your mom’s nose, you get caught in five seconds, and we both got grounded for a week.”
“Then find another distraction to do because I’m not doing that.” Scott is putting his foot down, which he knows his hard to do in the face of Stiles, and Stiles can be incredibly persuasive, but Scott doesn’t get a kick out of causing himself pain. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he stares his best friend down and waits for him to concede some aspect of this. Stiles looks ready to stick it out for just as long, but eventually, he caves with a huff, before dropping his head towards his lap.
“Fine. Fine, I’ll throw myself down the stairs.”
Scott’s eyes widen, not expecting Stiles to step up and commit to this plan, but before he could go too far, Melissa’s voice rises from the kitchen, half-bored, half-amused.
“You know, you guys could just come in here and ask for some cookies, like humans normally do.”
Two heads pop around the corner of the door to the kitchen to see Melissa, leaning back at the kitchen table with a magazine and a cup of coffee. “Yeah,” Stiles agrees because they could do that. “But you always give us a two-cookie each limit.”
“There’s a reason for that. The last time you decided to overeat sugar, you two decided to see if it was possible to cannonball from the roof into the above ground pool. That’s why we no longer have an above ground pool.”
Scott sighs. “That was such a great pool.”
Stiles scoffs. “Yeah, but we were six then. We can totally handle our sugar better now. And if you trust us, you would give us a chance to prove it.”
“Trust is a looks word when you were debating whether or not you two wanted to throw yourselves down the stairs to get your way.”
Scott grimaces before glancing at the other boy next to him. “She kind of has a point there, man.”
Stiles scoffs again. “You both are such reasonable people. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
Melissa stares him down. “Two cookies each, Stiles. Take it or leave it.”
He attempts to stare Melissa down this time, but you never get very far against The Mom StareTM. After a few minutes, he huffs, before taking a plate from one of the cabinets, gathering the four cookies allotted and heading back to where Scott is waiting, ready to return to their room and keep playing video games.
“This isn’t over,” he states, before pointing two fingers to his eyes, then back to Melissa. “One day, we’ll outsmart you.”
“Yeah,” Melissa shakes her head before going back to her magazine. “Sure, you will.”
Title: And I’ll Try Not to Sing Out of Key
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 882
Summary: Scott and Stiles try to plot their way around the Keeper of the Cookies.
“Don’t worry. I have a plan.”
Scott looks at his best friend dubiously, playing with the zipper on his red hoodie. It isn’t that Scott doesn’t trust Stiles. There’s probably no person he trusts more than his best friend. It’s the fact that Scott knows Stiles that’s the problem and he knows that Stiles’ plans tend not to go according to, well, plan. It’s not Stiles’ fault. It’s the fact that he’s not always the best at working in contingencies.
“A real plan or a plan that isn’t actually a plan but more of a general sequence of events?”
“Is there a difference?”
“The second one usually gets us caught.”
“Okay, so what would you suggest for a real plan?”
“Well, the objective is –”
“The package. You have to call it the package.”
“Calling it the package just sounds weird.”
“That’s what they do in all the spy films, dude.”
Scott sighs deeply. It’s going to be a long day. “Fine. The objective is getting the package. So how do we do that?”
“We wait until your mom leaves the room, and then we sneak in and get them.”
“And what if she never leaves the room?”
“It’s the kitchen. She’s not just going to pack up and live in the kitchen, Scott.”
“No, but she might have something that she’s doing in there for a while. Sometimes she likes to sit in there with a cup of coffee and read the mail and stuff.”
Stiles seems to consider this, weighing it against his ten years of existence being Scott McCall’s best friend and therefore knowing Melissa McCall and decides that somehow, somewhere, that checks out. He nods in agreement, before tipping his head to the side.
“So we need a ruse of some kind? Something that will get her out of the kitchen long enough for one of us to sneak in.”
“Yeah. That could work. What should we do?”
“Maybe you should ‘fall’ down the stairs?” Stiles accompanies the suggestion with the appropriate quotation marks, showing that it should be a fake fall, but staging injuries like that has never ended that well in the past.
“I’m not throwing myself down the stairs for co –” Stiles flashes him a look, and Scott catches himself, remembering the code word. “ – the package. That seems unnecessary.”
“It’d be a perfect distraction though.”
“If it’d be such a good distraction, then why don’t you do it?”
“Because I’m way sneakier than you are.”
“Am not!”
“The last time you tried to sneak something out under your mom’s nose, you get caught in five seconds, and we both got grounded for a week.”
“Then find another distraction to do because I’m not doing that.” Scott is putting his foot down, which he knows his hard to do in the face of Stiles, and Stiles can be incredibly persuasive, but Scott doesn’t get a kick out of causing himself pain. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he stares his best friend down and waits for him to concede some aspect of this. Stiles looks ready to stick it out for just as long, but eventually, he caves with a huff, before dropping his head towards his lap.
“Fine. Fine, I’ll throw myself down the stairs.”
Scott’s eyes widen, not expecting Stiles to step up and commit to this plan, but before he could go too far, Melissa’s voice rises from the kitchen, half-bored, half-amused.
“You know, you guys could just come in here and ask for some cookies, like humans normally do.”
Two heads pop around the corner of the door to the kitchen to see Melissa, leaning back at the kitchen table with a magazine and a cup of coffee. “Yeah,” Stiles agrees because they could do that. “But you always give us a two-cookie each limit.”
“There’s a reason for that. The last time you decided to overeat sugar, you two decided to see if it was possible to cannonball from the roof into the above ground pool. That’s why we no longer have an above ground pool.”
Scott sighs. “That was such a great pool.”
Stiles scoffs. “Yeah, but we were six then. We can totally handle our sugar better now. And if you trust us, you would give us a chance to prove it.”
“Trust is a looks word when you were debating whether or not you two wanted to throw yourselves down the stairs to get your way.”
Scott grimaces before glancing at the other boy next to him. “She kind of has a point there, man.”
Stiles scoffs again. “You both are such reasonable people. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
Melissa stares him down. “Two cookies each, Stiles. Take it or leave it.”
He attempts to stare Melissa down this time, but you never get very far against The Mom StareTM. After a few minutes, he huffs, before taking a plate from one of the cabinets, gathering the four cookies allotted and heading back to where Scott is waiting, ready to return to their room and keep playing video games.
“This isn’t over,” he states, before pointing two fingers to his eyes, then back to Melissa. “One day, we’ll outsmart you.”
“Yeah,” Melissa shakes her head before going back to her magazine. “Sure, you will.”