"I always do little dances. They’re weird." - Dylan O’Brien
SCREAMS FOOTLOOSE AU FROM THE ROOFTOPS
SCREAMING ABOUT DEREK HALE, THE PREACHER’S KID, YOU KNOW, REVEREND TALIA HALE, SNEAKING OUT AFTER SCHOOL, RISKING HIS LIFE ON FOOL STUNTS, THE TIME KATE ARGENT HITS HIM AND HE GOES APESHIT AND PICKS UP A CROWBAR AND STARTS BREAKING THE HEADLIGHTS ON HER BIGASS TRUCK, THE ONE HER DADDY BOUGHT HER, and she grabs him and shoves him down and says, “This is what I get? I treated you decent!”
SCREAMING about Derek Hale telling Reverend Hale telling Derek she doesn’t want him to see Stiles anymore, because she’s heard he’s a troublemaker and Derek saying,
"Just because he hasn’t lived in this town for twenty years doesn’t make him a troublemaker!"
SCREAMING about Stiles moving from Chicago where his dad was a big deal detective to this little fucking piece of shit middle of nowhere town when his mom dies, the way everyone stares at him and his jeep when he pulls up at school, the way he makes tentative friends with Scott, teaches him how to dance, quietly, both of them sneaking around, the way he gets in a TRACTOR CHICKEN RACE with Jackson, for Derek, because of Derek, all the quiet anger in his body that no one else seems to see.
"You wanna kiss me?" Derek says, leaning back in the passenger seat, streetlights illuminating his face in streaks.
"Someday," Stiles says, shrugging.
Derek turns away. “What’s this someday shit?”
"It’s just I get the feeling you’ve been kissed a lot," Stiles says, evenly. "I’m afraid I’d suffer by comparison."
GETTING IN FIGHTS AT ROADSIDE BARS! REVEREND HALE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE SPIRITUAL LIFE OF THIS COMMUNITY!!!!