Stiles nodded slowly and smiled at his best friend as he watched him move across the room and over to the bed, where he sat down. Rubbing his hands against his thighs, Stiles had to admit; he was a little worried about whether they’d both get in. Stiles knew that Scott had it in him and he believed if anyone would get a spot, it would be his best friend. “You know, I don’t need to have werewolf senses to see that you’re nervous,” he spoke and reached out, grabbing Scott by the shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s going to be fine, dude, okay? Whatever it says, we will work around it,” he said and licked his lips casually. Alright, let’s do this. Stiles swallowed and took a deep breath, before nodding his head and got the letter ready. One, two, three. And the two envelopes were ripped open and both boys began to unfold the letters before reading them. In the background, he could hear Scott read it out loud, while he kept completely silent as he read the words written on the paper.

What does it say? Blinking, Stiles lifted his head and stared at Scott. “I got in,” he spoke and a tiny smile appeared on his lips as he turned to look at the words written in black ink. He then realized that Scott hadn’t said anything about his letter. “What about you? Scott, did you get in?” he asked anxiously, crossing everything he could mentally as he held onto the letter in one hand, while his gaze rose from the piece of paper. His heart was pounding against his chest harshly. Please, tell me you got in; he thought and swallowed thickly as he waited eagerly for a response from Scott. “Well…?”    

Stiles was the best best friend anyone could ask for. Scott would spend a lifetime trying to figure out what he did to deserve such a wonderful person to enter his life. Through everything they had been through, since they were barely out of diapers, their friendship had survived. This is why he was his family, whether he liked it or not. Scott was going to follow him around like a puppy until the end of time. "I'm fine, Stiles. Just a little worried." He smiled and brushed it off. Scott was always worried about something so it was nothing new.

Stiles was extremely nervous, to say the least. The letter in his sweaty hands would define the next couple of years of his life, and it would also define whether or not he would be able to stay close to his friends. And his Dad too. Whether or not he would be able to keep them safe. Or maybe he would leave New Orleans behind and make a life for himself somewhere else? It was an extremely scary thought, to be honest, even though it had crossed his mind once before. The two of them hadn’t really talked about college, and what would happen if they were going to different schools. Mostly because to Stiles, that hadn’t even been an option. At least not until he got his letter from Tulane. 

What were they going to do if one of them went to a different school? What if they moved away from each other for a long time and they drifted apart during that time? That wouldn’t happen though; they were brothers. Brothers don’t drift apart. Stiles believed they wouldn’t. In fact, he knew that they wouldn’t. Stiles climbed the stairs in Scott’s house and he quickly made his way towards his bedroom, as he heard movements coming from the room. When he turned around and smiled at him, Stiles couldn’t help but feel like the two of them could do anything. It was them against the world, and the world had no chance against them. Hey man! Yeah, I have it right here. He swallowed and nodded as his brown eyes followed Scott who walked past him, getting his letter off of the desk. Hey, so before we do this, can we just swear that no matter what happens, that um, that we’ll stay in touch. 

Stiles swallowed and nodded his head at the words coming from his best friend’s mouth. He could see the obvious worry on his face and he couldn’t help but feel a little better about the fact that it had obviously been something that he had been worried about too. It made him feel a hell of a lot better, because he hadn’t been alone, “Of course. Scott, no matter what it says in these,” he said, holding up the letter in front of him, “n– Nothing’s going to change, okay? You and I, we’re going to be just fine. If we get accepted into different schools, then… We’ll figure it out. It’s going to be fine.” God, he hoped they would get into the same school.

Stiles’ answer filled Scott with more relief than he had felt in a really long time. Just knowing that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t lose his best friend meant more to him than could ever be said out loud. “Okay, good.” He said and he couldn’t help but give him a big smile. The letter he held didn’t seem as heavy it was before. Scott moved over to the bed and sat down, looking at it. It still made him nervous to think he wouldn’t get in, that he wouldn’t be good enough for college. The only reason he applied was because Scott and Allison insisted that he should at least try. Not to mention Dr. Deaton and his mom.

“You’re here now and that’s all that matters, Scott.” Allison asserted. He couldn’t have stopped Jen from taking them to that rundown heap of a mansion. He wasn’t the one who tried to end her life. None of the blame should ever be pushed onto his shoulders. Allison wanted to be the one who wore the weight of his world on hers; if he needed it, she’d be the atlas who held up her world, Scott. “We can’t dwell in what happened. I know I can’t. You’re here. Lydia’s okay. Stiles is taking great care of her. That’s all that matters,” 

Did he understand his happiness came above all the silly normative desires impressed by society? She didn’t need flowers or cheesy dates. What she wanted was for him to live the best life. One that people wrote flowery stories about. The kind that she could look back on and dream about. Scott McCall deserved nothing but sunshine and grace. All of the things that she no longer possessed. 

“And you Scott are the one thing in my life that doesn’t hurt.” Allison confessed. “The only person I can think about and remember what it feels like to be happy.” Her heart dropped into the center of her chest at his confession. She knew that he’d find out but she hoped it would be from her. Who knew what he’d been told; the truth could be quite gruesome at times. “I don’t care. I don’t c a r e , Scott. You’re a hybrid and I am a hunter. We can make it work. Nothing’s going to happen because I trust you with my life.” 

She tore her gaze away from his face. The dampening truth swelling up in her bones. “Third times the charm, Scott. I have enemies. Enemies–that wouldn’t hesitate to settle the score. I am—I am not afraid to die.” Allison hadn’t said those words out loud before.

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• What was the worst day of your life?
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• Describe your ideal world.
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