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sixwordstories2013-12-26 11:13 am
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Is winter break over yet? God.
Bored. And so very done with being stuck with my dad. It's like the closer I get to graduating, the more he realizes no really, I'm not going to law school.
Biology. Genetics, possibly, but definitely biology. There's so many amazing advances being made in the field, discovering all the most basic parts of what make us human. I can't help being fascinated by it. And I'm pretty sure I'm in the running for an athletic scholarship, unless Stilinski finds miracle drugs like the rest of them, so...I dunno, I guess I'm just ready for things to move forward.
You in college?
You in college?
Oh, no-- High School, for another year.
But seriously, small world. I'm probably going for biology, too. ... Or chemistry. ... Or mechanical engineering. I mean, law is just so- biology is way more interesting. Pretty much anything is way more interesting.
What do you mean miracle drugs?
But seriously, small world. I'm probably going for biology, too. ... Or chemistry. ... Or mechanical engineering. I mean, law is just so- biology is way more interesting. Pretty much anything is way more interesting.
What do you mean miracle drugs?
Don't pay any attention to me, seriously. The last year has just been really weird. I'm pretty sure half the people I know are on drugs, but I'm also pretty sure I'm just being paranoid and looking for excuses for puberty or practice or whatever makes them suddenly crazy-good at lacrosse and crazy-bad at acting normal. Which is what happens when I have too much free time. And I'm babbling.
Hi. Danny, total science nerd, don't let the varsity jacket fool you. Nice to meet you. [He grins.]
Edited 2013-12-26 23:44 (UTC)
[ Haha suddenly too good at sports and very bad at acting normal, doesn't that sound familiar...
Pete looks like he really wants to keep asking questions, but he lets it drop (for now.) Just another nosy little thing to poke his entire face into when he's got the time. ]
Oh my god, you crossed over. What's it like on the other side? [ Not that Peter couldn't letter in just about any sport he wanted now, but that's not the point. ] Oh, uh- Yeah, you too. I'm Peter. [ Sticks out a hand to shake! ]
Pete looks like he really wants to keep asking questions, but he lets it drop (for now.) Just another nosy little thing to poke his entire face into when he's got the time. ]
Oh my god, you crossed over. What's it like on the other side? [ Not that Peter couldn't letter in just about any sport he wanted now, but that's not the point. ] Oh, uh- Yeah, you too. I'm Peter. [ Sticks out a hand to shake! ]
[That grin gets wider, and actually a little shy as he ducks his head, shaking Peter's hand. Which means he misses that mondo curious look, which is good, because he really doesn't want to come off as a crazy conspiracy nut.] Don't let them fool you. It is, in fact, possible to be a total nerd and also on the lacrosse team. I dunno. I fell in with one group of friends in first grade and never really fell out.
So, you doing the whole campus tour thing, too?
So, you doing the whole campus tour thing, too?
[ Peter laughs. He knows it's true, since Gwen is both smarter than him and way more popular, but those are just minor details. ] In first grade? You must be from a small town. [ It's hard to imagine going to different levels of school with the same kids. ]
Yeah, I just got here today. I was going to head over to the science labs now, actually. Have you been, yet?
Yeah, I just got here today. I was going to head over to the science labs now, actually. Have you been, yet?
Pretty small, yeah. Around 20,000 people. So, not the tiniest berg, but not exactly New York, either. Beacon Hills, in north Cali. And no, I haven't yet--you mind me tagging along? Dad's been fixated on the library, and Mom is visiting an old college buddy who teaches Philosophy here, and I'm pretty much left on my own. Which doesn't completely suck, but it's always nicer when there's someone around. [He does look super excited about the idea of the labs, though. It's why he even agreed to this trip in the first place.]
Sure, yeah, come on. [ He glances down at the little campus map they handed out, turns once in a complete circle trying to figure out where they're supposed to head, and then settles on the hall to their left with a hopeful little bounce to his step thinking please let this be the right way. ] My Aunt's out in the courtyard enjoying the weather. We're over from NYC, actually. [ He grins at the irony. She'd insisted on keeping him company, but he'd given her a kiss on the temple and hustled out of there before she could protest because he knew she'd enjoy soaking up the California warmth and sun way more than watching him geek out over science equipment, but would never actually come out and admit it. (Also, he wants to try and sneak around and find all of Dr Curt Connors' old notes from when he used to guest lecture here so he can destroy them.) ] Are you a Junior or Senior now?
Hey, seriously? Awesome. I've never really done the big-city thing. I mean, I was born in San Diego, but we moved when I was five, so I don't think it really counts. And San Diego isn't exactly huge to begin with. Not that I don't love it anyway, anytime I'm down this way, it's kind of amazing. How can you say no to this weather?
[And he doesn't really want to say anything, but he sort of...nudges Peter just a little to the right, with his shoulder. The building they want is actually past the building he's aiming at, down that path and past the clock tower. It's cool, he was confused by their totally inadequate map for like three hours this morning.]
Junior. And so very ready for school to be over. Senior year is going to take an eternity, I swear. What about you? One year left, you said, right?
[And he doesn't really want to say anything, but he sort of...nudges Peter just a little to the right, with his shoulder. The building they want is actually past the building he's aiming at, down that path and past the clock tower. It's cool, he was confused by their totally inadequate map for like three hours this morning.]
Junior. And so very ready for school to be over. Senior year is going to take an eternity, I swear. What about you? One year left, you said, right?
I've lived in the city so long I've actually started to like it. It's like Stockholm Syndrome. You know, I've been here all day but I still can't get used to people apologizing when they run into you instead of cursing you out. [ He laughs. ] But then, yeah, I come out here and I have to ask why anybody lives anywhere but California.
[ Peter manages to veer into the right direction, only slightly red in the face. ]
Well, I guess technically a year and a half. I already feel like Junior year started a lifetime ago. So... Lacrosse, huh? What position do you play? [ Don't mind Peter pretending he knows literally anything about Lacrosse. ]
[ Peter manages to veer into the right direction, only slightly red in the face. ]
Well, I guess technically a year and a half. I already feel like Junior year started a lifetime ago. So... Lacrosse, huh? What position do you play? [ Don't mind Peter pretending he knows literally anything about Lacrosse. ]
Don't tell me all the rumors are true, about New Yorkers being complete d-bags. [He's grinning again, and politely not mentioning Peter's slight flush. Because that's just how he is, with the not making people feel horribly self-conscious. It's kind of his thing, wanting people to feel comfortable around him.] Some Californians can be jerks, but I'm pretty sure the weather in south Cali also comes with mind control. Everyone here is so ridiculously nice. Up north, our weather is a little more normal. No snow very often where I live, but it gets pretty cold. And let me tell you, winter practices? Suck. And suck hard. I'm a goalie, and a frozen rubber ball flying at you at like sixty miles an hour? It hurts, no matter how many pads you're wearing.
So, same as me. If we both end up here, we'd be starting at the same time. Kinda cool, I think.
So, same as me. If we both end up here, we'd be starting at the same time. Kinda cool, I think.
Oh, yeah. Totally true. [ A beat. Pete does feel comfortable, which is both nice and a rarity, since usually he's just a big old ball of awkward fumbling for words and self-depreciating (or everything-depreciating) sass. Danny is kinda magical. ] --Well, to be fair, it depends on where you are. If people are relaxed, they can be nice (ish.) But on the street? Never.
[ He chuckles. As someone who flies through the city at dizzying heights in just spandex, he hears that. Getting hit with anything in the cold is twenty times worse. ] And you do that to yourself on purpose? I think I'd even prefer to be inside in a locker.
Yeah, I'd like that. I mean, it wouldn't be terrible. [ Awkward laugh. ] Er, did you apply anywhere else? [ Because if you've got the grades to entertain getting into Berkeley, you've probably got the grades to apply to most US colleges. ]
[ He chuckles. As someone who flies through the city at dizzying heights in just spandex, he hears that. Getting hit with anything in the cold is twenty times worse. ] And you do that to yourself on purpose? I think I'd even prefer to be inside in a locker.
Yeah, I'd like that. I mean, it wouldn't be terrible. [ Awkward laugh. ] Er, did you apply anywhere else? [ Because if you've got the grades to entertain getting into Berkeley, you've probably got the grades to apply to most US colleges. ]
[It's his superpower, putting people at ease. Thank goodness Peter isn't immune.] Yeah, I know, I'm kind of a masochist, apparently. See also my list of exes for further proof. [A self-deprecating headshake. Pete isn't alone in that regard, though Danny will so never match Stiles for snark and witty rejoinders.]
But yeah. I applied at ESU, actually, and Harvard, but I'd really like to end up here, I think. Something about this campus just seems right. ESU, their main campus is in Manhattan--what part of New York are you from, Pete?
But yeah. I applied at ESU, actually, and Harvard, but I'd really like to end up here, I think. Something about this campus just seems right. ESU, their main campus is in Manhattan--what part of New York are you from, Pete?
Alright, so you're a science nerd with a varsity letter, a possible athletic scholarship and a list of exes: that has to be at least as rare as an actual Unicorn spotting. [ Plus, as far as Peter can tell, Danny's probably the nicest dude on the planet. Is there anything he can't do (except go furry during full moons?) ]
Oh, yeah, ESU is the one I've really got my eye on. For uh, obvious reasons. I applied for Harvard too, and Stanfard, Cal Tech and MIT for their Chemistry/Mechanical Engineering programs, but they're just backups. [ He laughs a bit at his own joke. Mostly because he's trying not to think about how none of this will even matter if his grades don't stop the dizzying free-fall that they started after he got his powers. ] Oh, uh, Queens. Maybe not as iconic as Manhattan, but on the flip side we have way better food.
Oh, yeah, ESU is the one I've really got my eye on. For uh, obvious reasons. I applied for Harvard too, and Stanfard, Cal Tech and MIT for their Chemistry/Mechanical Engineering programs, but they're just backups. [ He laughs a bit at his own joke. Mostly because he's trying not to think about how none of this will even matter if his grades don't stop the dizzying free-fall that they started after he got his powers. ] Oh, uh, Queens. Maybe not as iconic as Manhattan, but on the flip side we have way better food.
[Okay, Danny can't help laughing at that one, while also flushing pretty hard. Thank God his skin tone doesn't really show blushing all that well.] You got me, I'm actually an alien. Don't blow my cover; I'm trusting you, here.
But no, really. I've never gotten why liking sports means I can't like science too, you know? You like what you like, and screw that whole Breakfast Club trope. And seriously, the list of exes just reflects my incredibly bad judgment and horrible taste in guys. [He sounds pretty matter-of-fact about the whole thing, and honestly, that's just how he is. At least, how he tries to be. He's not always that successful at being honest with himself. And wow that is am impressive list.]
So you wanna stay close to home? I was seriously thinking about applying to schools overseas. Put an ocean between me and mine for a while. I love my family and Beacon Hills, but it just gets kind of stifling sometimes, you know? Like I'm going to wake up one day and realize I've sleepwalked through my thirties and missed out on the world.
[And there he goes, babbling again. Ugh.] Better food, huh? I'll have to remember that when we do the inevitable family trip to ESU in the spring. Better food in Queens, check.
But no, really. I've never gotten why liking sports means I can't like science too, you know? You like what you like, and screw that whole Breakfast Club trope. And seriously, the list of exes just reflects my incredibly bad judgment and horrible taste in guys. [He sounds pretty matter-of-fact about the whole thing, and honestly, that's just how he is. At least, how he tries to be. He's not always that successful at being honest with himself. And wow that is am impressive list.]
So you wanna stay close to home? I was seriously thinking about applying to schools overseas. Put an ocean between me and mine for a while. I love my family and Beacon Hills, but it just gets kind of stifling sometimes, you know? Like I'm going to wake up one day and realize I've sleepwalked through my thirties and missed out on the world.
[And there he goes, babbling again. Ugh.] Better food, huh? I'll have to remember that when we do the inevitable family trip to ESU in the spring. Better food in Queens, check.
Dude, enjoy it while it lasts. When we get back, it's going to be nothing but studying our asses off so we can get into a decent college.
One step closer to college is one step closer to out of here. Besides, there hasn't been anything to do this break. I may literally die of boredom.
[Stiles thinks of his life these days and wishes for boredom.]
Did you apply for any scholarships? I haven't heard back on any of mine yet. Don't know if that's good or bad.
It's still early. We're in the middle of junior year, we'll probably start hearing in the spring. I think I might get the one from CalSci, but I'm not sure. Could be wishful thinking.
Where're you applying?
Santa Cruz is what I'm hoping for, somewhere close to home. I need to be able to check in on my dad once in awhile, make sure he's eating right and not clogging his arteries. I swear the man likes grease more than any teenager I know.
I know it's early, but I hate waiting, you know? Well obviously you know because you're waiting to get back to school. Are you playing basketball this year?
I know it's early, but I hate waiting, you know? Well obviously you know because you're waiting to get back to school. Are you playing basketball this year?
Santa Cruz is nice. I heard their history department is pretty killer. I thought about it, applied anyway, but I'm really hoping for CalSci or UCSD. Somewhere warm. And my grandparents are in San Diego, or one set, anyway, so that'd be pretty rad, being closer to family.
But yeah, I know what you mean. I dunno if I'm doing basketball. Honestly, I only ever really did because of Jackson--I dunno. Maybe I'll go for chess club or something. What about you?
But yeah, I know what you mean. I dunno if I'm doing basketball. Honestly, I only ever really did because of Jackson--I dunno. Maybe I'll go for chess club or something. What about you?
[Stiles snorts and grins.]
You've seen me standing right? Not exactly built for basketball, if you know what I mean. But I think I might do cross country next year, I think it would be good for me.
[Seeing how he's always running in the woods as it is.]
Probably won't be any good at it, but I'll stay in shape anyway, right?
Do you miss him? Jackson? I know you were pretty tight. It would suck if Scott moved that far away. Do you still talk to him? How's he doing?
You've seen me standing right? Not exactly built for basketball, if you know what I mean. But I think I might do cross country next year, I think it would be good for me.
[Seeing how he's always running in the woods as it is.]
Probably won't be any good at it, but I'll stay in shape anyway, right?
Do you miss him? Jackson? I know you were pretty tight. It would suck if Scott moved that far away. Do you still talk to him? How's he doing?
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