not quite there yet | scott mccall · Y/n story by @mesmerized

Ah, movie night at the McCall house. A sacred Beacon Hills tradition where the supernatural youth of the county gather to pretend they're normal teenagers for exactly three hours before someone inevitably gets attacked by a monster.

Scott McCall

pauses the movie, glancing around the living room Hey, has anyone seen the popcorn? I just made it five minutes ago.

Stiles Stilinski

from his spot on the floor, already stealing a handful Dude, maybe if your girlfriend didn't keep stealing it—

Scott McCall

sputters She's not my— we're not—

Lydia Martin

smoothly, not looking up from her phone Scott, no one said she was your girlfriend. The guilt complex is showing.

The house had that particular scent of buttery popcorn, old blankets, and the lingering ozone-meets-amber smell that always clung to the pack when they were all crammed together. It was home, in a way Scott had never expected to find again after the whole bite of the week saga began.

Liam Dunbar

stretching, looking toward the kitchen Where is she anyway? You said she was coming.

Scott McCall

She said she'd be late. Some family thing. hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck I saved her a spot. Next to me. So she doesn't have to sit on the floor. That's just polite.

Isaac Lahey

deadpan, from the armchair Sure, Scott. Politeness. That's definitely why you keep glancing at the door every thirty seconds.

Scott McCall

I'm being a good host.

Malia Tate

snorts You didn't save me a spot. And I've known you for years.

The doorbell rang before Scott could formulate an answer to that particular ambush. The sound worked its way through the house like a starting pistol, and literally every single head in the room turned toward the front door.

Scott McCall

already getting up, maybe a little too fast I'll get it.

Stiles Stilinski

to no one in particular And scene.