Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Cursing/swearing, sexual jokes
Word Count: 1,561
It had been a few weeks since your first encounter with V and you hadn’t been able to get a proper rest since. The scene plagued your mind 24/7 with a myriad of unanswered questions. It seemed like you just couldn’t concentrate without knowing what exactly occurred on that night.
“Hey, (Y/N)! You still with me?” your best friend Jungkook yelled at you, waving his hand in front of your face.
“Hmm? Oh yeah, totally, man! What were we talking about?” you replied while scratching your head bashfully.
“Well I was talking about how you need to get laid”
“No I don’t!” you giggled, slapping him on the chest.
“Yes you do! All you do is stay inside your apartment watching Netflix; you need to get out and find yourself a man,” you slapped him once again.
“Or girl? I don’t judge.”
“Oh my god Jungkook! I am straight, you know that!”
Jungkook just laughed and stood up, motioning for you to follow him.
“Let’s go get something to eat.”
You simply nodded and followed him. You hadn’t known Jungkook for long, a year at the most, but, it felt as if you had known him forever. He was one of your first friends in college, making socializing so much easier. He was the social and confident type. However, what surprised you the most was the fact that he has trouble communicating with girls he finds attractive. He would always stumble on his words and end up saying something completely humiliating. It was amazing, really, watching how fast this confident man turned into a shy five-year-old.
You followed the tall man as he maneuvered both of you through the crowded streets, finally arriving at a small diner a little ways away from the school building. Surprisingly, the diner was nearly empty despite being in close range of the school, must be expensive.
“Kookie, how much would this place cost? You know I don’t have a lot of money,” you said tugging on Jungkook’s sleeve.
“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I have plenty of money!” He grinned, showing off his teeth.
You narrowed your eyes at him. Something with Jungkook seemed a bit off lately. He had recently acquired a new job after he got fired from the same coffee shop you work at currently. You were happy for him, of course! It’s just that you have no clue what he’s working as, especially with the amount of money he has now. You’re afraid he’s working as something shady, but, to keep faith in your dear friend, as of now you have elected to believe that he is a male stripper.
You both walked towards an empty table. Once you guys sat down, Jungkook started inspecting your surroundings. It was a classic 1960s themed diner with a jukebox in the corner, most likely out of order. Overall, it was in great shape.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at that guy over there, he looks like he just got dumped,” Jungkook whispered to you while directing his to a stranger a few tables away.
You looked over to where Jungkook was staring at and saw a man with his head down on the table. He was breathing heavily, as if it was going to be the last one he could ever have. You felt sorry for the man, he was clearly stressed and scared, similar to how you were before your math final.
“You should go talk to him, (Y/N), he’s obviously single,” Jungkook leaned in and whispered to you, quickly apologizing after you glared at him.
You kept staring at the man, something about him seemed familiar, you just couldn’t figure out what. Was he from your hometown? Probably not, his clothes are too nice. Where did you remember him from then? Suddenly, the man lifted his head up and you were able to see his face. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.
“Not too bad, (Y/N), he seems like your type,” Jungkook smiles at you before he turns back to look at the man.
You remembered where you last saw him. He was there that night. It was Jackson motherfucking Wang, the man you accidentally saved while escaping. Should you go and ask him what the whole event that you saved him from was about? No. No, don’t. He probably doesn’t even remember you. Yea, you’ll just stay sitting with Jungkook.
“Excuse me, sir! You seem lonely, would you like to sit with us?” Jungkook suddenly yelled across the diner.
“What the actual fuck, Jungkook!” you whisper yelled at Jungkook, terrified.
“Oh come on, (Y/N), I saw the way you were looking at him! You can thank me at your wedding,” he smirked at you as you prayed that Jackson wouldn’t notice Jungkook yelling at him from your table.
However, god wasn’t on your side today as Jackson looked over at you two and smiled. He stood up from his table and casually walked over to you two. Jungkook quickly made room for Jackson so he would be seated right in front of you. Once Jackson was seated, Jungkook was ready to embarrass the living fuck out of you.
“Hello there! I’m Jungkook and my lovely female friend here is (Y/N),” Jungkook said, putting emphasis on the word female.
“Hi, I’m Jackson,” he casually replied, smiling brightly. How could someone smile that big?
“Did I mention (Y/N) is single and is looking for a male partner?” Jungkook said casually, putting emphasis on the word male.
“Jungkook, you can’t just say that!” you yelled, feeling your face heat up at the boy’s words.
Jackson just laughed and smiled cheekily at you. Did he not recognize you? Thank god! This would be much easier if he didn’t remember you from that night. You could just have some small talk, maybe even go on one date, who knows? He definitely was on the good looking side of the male population.
You all casually made small talk and eventually ordered your food. Everything seemed to be going great, and you believed that you would be able to make it out alive. That is, until the little shit known as Jungkook excused himself to “go to the bathroom”. As he walked out of Jackson’s view he looked back at you, and, you swear, what he did next made you blush a million shades of red. Jungkook put his arms out in front of him and thrust his hips into them repeatedly and gave you a thumbs up.
“So, (Y/N), who do you work for?” Jackson asked, bringing your attention back to him.
“What do you mean? Like, where I work at?”
“No, I mean a person,” he looked into your eyes. Did he remember you? What did he mean?
“Well, I work for this really nice old lady in a coffee shop. I feel so bad because I don’t remember her name,” you sighed, puffing out your cheeks.
“Oh, so it was all a coincidence then?”
“Do you remember me?” you asked nervously.
“Of course I do, you technically saved my life!” Jackson exclaimed with a humongous smile on his face.
“Then, can you explain to me why that whole event took place? Who’s V? Who’re you?”
“Nope! These lips are sealed, darling,” Jackson said while acting as if he was zipping up his own lips.
This was great. He actually remembered you, but he can’t tell you what the hell happened on that night.
“But, what I can do, is to at least take you out on a date as compensation,” he smiled innocently at you.
“And you have absolutely no excuses to reject me. Your friend told me all about your requirements in a partner. I happen to meet all of them,” he smirked as you giggled.
“Fine, I guess we could go on one date.”
Jackson smiled and nodded happily. He seemed so different from the man you saw weeks ago, it’s amazing. Jackson reached inside his pocket and pulled out a pen, writing down his number on a napkin and passing it to you.
“Call me sometime, (Y/N), and we can set up that date,” he said as he stood up from his seat, starting to walk away before he hesitated and looked back.
“Listen, if you ever see that man, V, again, walk away. Don’t interact with him at all. He is a very dangerous man, and he is definitely very pissed at you for letting me get away. I’m just looking out for you, you’re innocent,” he said before slapping some money on the table and casually walking out of the diner.
“Coincidentally” Jungkook came back at the exact same time Jackson left. He looked like a child on Christmas day, smiling with little stars in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at him, clearly unimpressed by the stunt he pulled.
“So, how’d it go?” Jungkook leaned in expectantly.
“Well…” you said, holding up the napkin with Jackson’s number on it.
“Oh my god! I’m so proud of you, my child!” he jumped up clapping.
You just laughed at your best friend’s antics. However, you still had doubts in the back of your mind. Especially about how similarly Jungkook and Jackson acted when you asked them about their jobs. Were they related somehow? No, you needed to ignore these thoughts for now. They would get answered eventually.
a random list of things i still wish the gg revival had given me and i will always feel a bit bereft for not having:
more emily + lorelai + rory time. like, a lighthearted gilmore girls bonding shenanigan of some kind! it is only tHE TITLE OF THE SHOW
LANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and zack, and mrs. kim, and the kim-van gerbig clan)
luke/lorelai over-the-diner-counter kisses
an onscreen appearance of michel’s husband frederick
emily being in stars hollow at some point and dealing with stars hollow in its infinite stars hollow-ness (her brief diner appearance doesn’t count!)
i would especially have liked to see emily see petal the pig. just because i feel like her reaction would have been priceless.
emily walking lorelai down the aisle at her proper wedding that we didn’t get to see due to budget problems
LANE having a STORYLINE god damn it
rory reading more books, and telling us her opinion on the kindle. for some reason, i was really expecting to find out what she thought about kindles. and how first she hated the idea, but then she realized she didn’t have to carry four books around with her wherever she went anymore.
an explanation for why luke didn’t answer lorelai saying “you’ll never go to your kid’s graduation” with “lorelai, do you have amnesia? we went to april’s graduation,” because i literally do not understand why that line was even there, of course he went to april’s graduation, yo!!!!!
rory and paris confessing their eternal love for each other and vowing to forsake the romantic attentions of inferior menfolk forevermore
alternately: logan showing up in stars hollow at the end and being all, “hey ace, let’s raise this baby! odette dumped me for paul! everything’s coming up #rogan!” I JUST NEED SOME CERTAINTY + HAPPINESS 4 MY GIRL RORY, OKAY
someone making a jo march reference about rory’s writing career
a lorelai/emily hug, DAMMIT (i get that they just aren’t huggers and never will be, but do i care? HAIL NAW)
sookie + jackson shared screentime
LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE! LANE. lane. L A N E . like, what the hell, amy. why would you do this to me, to all of us, to keiko, to lane???
This is for the con!Sterek ask, where they accidentally out their relationship on speaker phone. :) it was just too good, I couldn’t help myself!
Stiles wasn’t having a great morning.
He was exhausted. He had done interviews all day yesterday and and spent most of the night on the phone with Derek definitely not making small talk.
He had overslept and barely made it to the current panel on time, his publicist Lydia glaring at him as she handed him coffee. He wasn’t the least bit sorry, though, he grinned behind the paper cup. Worth it.
So that’s his excuse for the events that were soon to follow.
The panel for his show, Welcome to The Planet, included the core four characters to Derek Hale’s Clark Kent/Superman: Braeden Hunter (Lois Lane), Jackson Whittemore (Pete Ross), Bobby Finstock (Perry White), and Stiles Stilinski (James Olsen). The show was a new spin on the age old story of Superman, revolving mostly around Clark’s job at the Daily Planet.
Critics and fans loved the show, and, while he was only supposed to be a supporting cast member, Stiles found himself becoming the fan favorite and quickly getting promoted to series regular. Viewers loved the chemistry between his character and Derek’s, and they were lucky to have showrunners that played off that dynamic. There was even speculation of them forgoing the traditional Clark/Lois relationship at some point in the next season.
Of course, Derek’s whereabouts were the first thing Stiles was asked that morning.
“Derek really wanted to be here, but unfortunately other obligations have him in London today. He wanted me to pass on a message though,” Stiles said, fumbling for his phone and scrolling through all the (inappropriate) messages to find what he was looking for. Wow, he thought, we sext A LOT.
Finally, he gave up. “You know what, I’m just going to call him,” he said, and hit call before he even thought about it, while the screams of fans filled his ears. He automatically put the phone on speaker when the call began and held it up to the mic.
The call finally picked up, and Derek’s sultry voice rang out loud and clear for everyone and their mother to hear.
“Hey, Baby. Didn’t get enough of me four hours ago?”
If Stiles thought the first screams were loud, they were nothing compared to the absolute insanity that happened next.
Stiles was completely frozen. His heart was racing and his mind was in overdrive.
He pulled the phone up to his ear, thankfully taking it off speaker, to hear Derek speaking to him, “Stiles? What’s going on? What’s all that screaming?”
“I, uh, I’m going to have to call you back.” Stiles hung up before Derek could say another word. He looked off the stage to see Lydia drop her head into her hands.
What have I done, he thought miserably.
Braeden, bless her soul, took over from there, calming down the crowd and asking for more question. The rest of the cast and creators helped to deflect questions from Stiles, and after another agonizing hour, he was finally free.
“Come with me,” Lydia barked at him as soon as he made it back stage. She led him to a private room and closed and locked the door.
“Well that was… interesting.”
“Lydia, I am so sorry-” he started, but she held up her hand.
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” she said, looking at him pointedly.
He nodded and pulled out his phone again. She rested her hand on his shoulder for a moment before she left the room.
“It’s going to be fine, Stiles.”
When Derek picked up this time, it was with a gruff, “Am I on speaker?”
Stiles completely broke down. He couldn’t stop the tears that ran down his face or the sob that tore from his lips.
“I am so sorry, Derek. I don’t- I wasn’t-”
“Stiles, baby, calm down. Breathe for me, okay? Listen to my voice and breathe.”
Stiles took a few more shaky breaths and sniffled, “please don’t hate me. Please don’t leave me.”
“Oh my god, Stiles no, I’m not going to leave you. And I could never hate you. I love you, remember? It’s going to be okay.”
“It’s not, I’ve ruined everything. I knew you wanted to keep us a secret but-”
“Wait,” Derek interrupted, “who said I wanted to keep us a secret?”
“Well I thought, you know, when Peter said… you’ve never been public about your relationships and he told me you wouldn’t want to tell the media about us because of your privacy and you would break up with me if I ever made you ashamed to be with me-”
“Please, never listen to a word my asshole uncle says again, Stiles. We really should have talked about this a year ago,” Derek huffed. “When you never pushed to do anything in public with me, I just assumed you didn’t want people to know either. Believe me when I say I will never, ever be ashamed to be with you. I love you so much, Stiles.”
Stiles couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face, “I love you, too, Der. I don’t care who knows. I just wish I didn’t force this, I wish we could have done it on our terms, after discussing it properly.”
“It’s okay, babe. Really. I called Lydia when you hung up, and she’s drafting a statement for us right now.”
“So we’re really doing this.”
“Oh yeah, there’s no way you’re getting rid of me now. Think of how the fans will react! We have to keep them happy by staying together forever.”
Stiles laughed, “I actually like the sound of that.”
Derek’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly. “Me, too, Stiles. Me, too.”
All things considered, Stiles thought happily, this wasn’t such a bad day after all.
Sorry for any errors! It’s late and I’m on my phone :)
Twenty-five years ago, ITV’s “AGATHA CHRISTIE’S POIROT” aired an adaptation of Agatha Christie’s 1940 novel. Not only was “One, Two, Buckle My Shoe” considered one of Christie’s darkest novels, due to its political overtones, the 1992 television adaptation acquired the same reputation.
Directed by Ross Devenish and adapted by Clive Exton, “ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE” centered on Hercule Poirot’s investigation into the death of his dentist, one Dr. Henry Morely, which occurred less than two hours after the former’s last appointment. Poirot’s police colleague, Chief Inspector Japp of Scotland Yard, believes that Dr. Morely had committed suicide, because another one of his clients had died from an overdose of anaesthetic. However, Poirot and Japp eventually discovered that both Dr. Morely and Mr. Amberiotis’ deaths may be tied to possible attempts on the life of a banker named Alistair Blunt, who also happened to be a client of the dentist. Other suspects in the case include a former actress-turned-missionary named Mabelle Sainsbury Seale, who knew Mr. Blunt and his first wife back in India, during the 1920s; a member of the British Blackshirts named Frank Carter, who also happened to be the boyfriend of Dr. Morely’s assistant; Mr. Blunt’s American sister-in-law, Mrs. Julia Olivera; and the latter’s daughter, Jane Olivera.
As I had stated earlier, many fans of Christie’s novel and the “AGATHA CHRISTIE’S POIROT” seemed to harbor a very high regard of this particular story. I must admit there is a good deal about this production that I found impressive. Rob Harris’s re-creation of 1936-37 London was superb. In fact, I would go as far to say that out of the many episodes and television movies that aired on “AGATHA CHRISTIE’S POIROT”, I would count Harris’ production designs as among the best. Harris’ work was ably supported by Barbara Kronig’s costume designs and Chris O'Dell’s photography. And I also had to compliment Andrew Nelson’s editing, especially in the sequence that featured the details that led to Dr. Morely’s murder. I thought the entire scene was well paced.
The performances also struck me as first-rate. David Suchet was in fine form as Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot. He was ably supported by Philip Jackson’s wry performance as Scotland Yard’s Chief Inspector Japp. I realize that many may have been a little upset by the lack of Arthur Hastings and Miss Lemon’s presence. But to be honest, I did not really miss them. Suchet and Jackson made a pretty strong screen team, as they have done in a few other productions.
Most of the supporting cast gave solid performances, including Joanna Phillips-Lane, Laurence Harrington, and Carolyn Colquhoun. However, there were times that I found the latter’s performance as Mabelle Sainsbury Seale to be a little ponderous. Peter Blythe did a good job in conveying both the charm and dignity of his character, Alistair Blunt, even if he came off as a bit smug toward Poirot, a man trying to prevent his murder. Helen Horton gave an amusing performance as Blunt’s American sister-in-law, Julia Olivera. And I am relieved that her portrayal as a middle-aged American woman did not collapsed into a cliche, even if Clive Exton’s screenplay gave her nearly every opportunity to do so. But I believe the best performance came from Christopher Eccleston, who portrayed one of the suspects - the boyfriend of Dr. Morely’s assistant and a follower of the British Union of Fascists. Not only was Eccleston’s performance brimmed with energy, he managed to inject sympathy into a character most would regard with disgust.
I wish I could say that “ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE” was one of the best Christie adaptations I have seen. Many seemed to think so. I believe it had the potential to be one of the best. But I also believe that Clive Exton’s script was riddled with a few flaws. One, Clive Exton wrote a convoluted script, which is not surprising since it was based upon a convoluted novel. Two, Exton and director Ross Devenish should have never included that prologue in 1925 India. It literally made it easier to solve the murders. And three, the script never made it clear why Alistair Blunt was needed to maintain some balance within Britain and Europe’s political and economic climates. Why was it so important for Scotland Yard to discover who was trying to kill him? And three, the nursery rhyme chant that permeated the movie really got on my nerves. Why was it that every time ITV aired an Agatha Christie adaptation that featured a title from a nursery rhyme, it had to include an annoying and heavy-handed literary symbol into the production?
Despite a convoluted story and a prologue that made it easier to identify the murderer, I must admit that I still rather like “ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE”. It has a lot of style. I thought it did a great job in re-creating mid-1930s London. And it featured some top-notch performances led by David Suchet, Philip Jackson and a young Christopher Eccleston.
I opened my closet to figure out what to wear for this group date thing. I pulled on a white crochet top over a tan cami and light blue jeans. I went over to my bathroom, brushed through my wavy hair and did fairly simple makeup, mascara, eyeliner, and a pink lip gloss. I went back out to my bedroom and picked up my phone to call Stiles.
“Hey.” He answered.
“Hey, can you pick me up?” I asked.
“I am already on my way.” He laughed.
“Perfect, I’ll see you in a bit.” I said and hung up.
I quickly went back into my closet to slip on my light blue Converse and my tan leather jacket, before bounding down the stairs to the door when I heard a stern voice.
“Where are you going?” My dad asked.
“To the bowling alley with Stiles, Scott, Scott’s new girlfriend, Lydia, and Jackson.” I said in a questioning tone, hoping that he would let me go.
“Alright, just this once I am going to ignore the fact that there’s a curfew. Have you told the boys yet?”
“Yeah, I did, but not all of it.” I sighed.
“What part did you tell them?” He asked.
“Only the part where I need surgery.”
“”You need to tell them, Liv.” He said as he got up and walked towards me.
“I know, and I know that Scott will be understanding, it’s Stiles that I’m worried about. I know that he’ll get mad that I didn’t tell him the whole story right away.” I huffed.
“Then don’t give him a reason to be mad.” My dad said as he put a comforting hand on my shoulder. I doorbell rang, breaking us out of our thoughts.
“That’s Stiles.” I said as I walked over to the door and opened it, “I’ll let you know if I’m staying over with one of the boys.”
My dad just smiled and made a shooing motion. I smiled back and closed the door behind me.
“Are you ready for this non-date, date thing?” Stiles asked as we walked to the Jeep.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I told him with a sigh.
We walked in to see that everyone else was already there.
“Fashionably late.” I muttered.
Stiles and I walked up to the stand with the balls and began weighing out what would be best for us and made small talk with Scott and Allison.
“You look like you know what you’re doing.” Scott said as he glanced nervously at the all, then Stiles and I.
“I used to bowl with my dad. When was the last time you bowled?” Allison asked him.
“Uh, at a birthday party.” He said.
“My party!” I exclaimed, trying to save his ass and remembering him getting the worst score at my eighth birthday party.
“You like bowling parties?” She asked in disbelief as we grabbed our balls and walked towards the lane that Jackson and Lydia were already at.
“Yeah, even though I’m terrible at it, I like bowling, plus it’s one of the only sports I can play.” I said as I smiled at her and set my ball down.
“What do you mean?”
“I have a really bad heart condition.” I said with an awkward nod. Allison decided to leave it and we started the game when Scott and Stiles finally came over to the lane.
Lydia was first, insisting that she needed Jackson’s help. Then it was Allison getting a strike her first time, I stood up and high-fived her with a huge smile. After Allison, Jackson was up, also getting a strike. Then, it was my turn.
I stood at the lane, lining up my shot. I took a deep breath, hoping that I wouldn’t get a gutter ball right away. I pulled my arm back and threw the ball forward. The ball hit the pins knocking down all but one.
“Yeah!” I shouted, throwing my fists in the air. When my ball came back, I did the same thing as before and hit the last pin.
“Yes!” I said and patted Scott on the shoulder as I passed him. When I sat down, Stiles greeted me with a huge smile and a high-five.
“You’re up McCall.” Jackson said in a snarky tone.
“You can do it, Scott.” Allison said.
Scott looked around, obviously nervous, before setting up his shot and throwing the ball straight into the gutter. I shook my head as I looked at the ground. Jackson thought that it was hilarious that Scott had failed.
“Jackson, mind shutting up?” Allison asked while looking over at him and he just kept laughing.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just flashing back to the words ‘I’m a great bowler.’” He said, still laughing.
“Maybe he just needs a little warm-up.” Allison suggested.
“Yeah, maybe he just needs the kiddie bumpers.”
“Just aim for the middle.” Allison attempted to be helpful.
“How about aim for anything except for the gutter.” Jackson said, still laughing.
“Let him concentrate.” Allison said as Scott stood with his head tilted up slightly before throwing the ball down the lane, Allison, Stiles and I all had hopeful looks on our faces when it kept rolling in a straight line, but they fell when the ball veered into the gutter and Jackson proceeded to crack up.
“Great job McCall. Man, you’re a real pro.” Jackson said, still laughing.
“Jackson just shut the hell up.” I snapped, my annoyance growing in the pit of my stomach ever since I found out that I needed surgery, along with the guilt of not telling my boys that I had to go to San Francisco.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” Jackson asked with a snarky grin.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath before grabbing Stiles’ hand and pulling him to the deserted arcade.
“But it’s my turn!” He exclaimed but stopped complaining when he saw the defeat in my eyes, “What’s wrong?”
“So you know how I have to get surgery?” I asked quietly.
“How could I forget?” He exclaimed, throwing up his arms.
“Well, I need a pacemaker, but the issue is that no normal one can help me. But there’s this place in San Francisco that’s developing a new kind and I signed up for the clinical trials.” I rushed, my words almost blurring together. Stiles’ eyes went wide before his shoulders slumped.
“When do you leave?” He asked sadly.
“The day after winter formal. I’ll be back for about a month and a half before school ends, but I’m not gonna be back in school until next year.” I said and shyly began to find my converse very interesting, nervous of his reaction. And to my surprise, Stiles grabbed me into a bear hug. My eyes went wide as I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Promise me you’ll keep us updated?” He said against the top of my head.
“I promise.” I mumbled against his collarbone before pulling away with a smile, “Just think, when I get back, you and Scott can teach me how to play lacrosse.”
Another round passed as Stiles and I came back to sit with everyone else. I didn’t do too well, but still smiled as I passed Scott as we switched. He was just standing there for a few minutes before Allison stood up and walked over to him. While she and Scott were whispering to each other, Stiles leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“When are you gonna tell Scott?” He asked, his breath tickling my neck.
“You guys can come over for dinner tomorrow, my dad is making burgers before it gets too cold and my mom is making her pepper boats, I can tell him then?” I whispered back in a questioning tone.
Stiles nodded and leaned back up and I rested my head on the shoulder as Scott got a strike and we cheered as Jackson begrudgingly put in the score.
The rest of the night went on and Scott continued to get strikes, and every time, Jackson’s shoulder’s sagged a little bit more. Lydia even tried to get Scott to help her, and when he turned her down, she got a strike with a perfect form.
At the end of the night, Stiles drove me home, making plans with me for after I leave, making sure that I’m going to get him a good picture of the Golden Gate Bridge, and laughing when we try to imitate Jackson’s faces throughout the night. Needless to say, I want to sleep for the first time in a while stress-free and with a smile on my face.