grumblygardens:

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.)
# - For an angry text.
♦ - For a rushed text.
x - For a secret text.
♥ - For a regular text.
* - For an early morning text.

scott-rnccall:

“Yeah, no problem!” Scott replied. They had originally met up at a park within a short walking distance to Scott’s house. “My place is just a couple blocks away, and nobody’s home,” Scott turned around, facing back to Isaac and started walking away towards the road, expecting Isaac to follow. He lead Isaac down the street a bit, taking a couple of turns before arriving to a large house in the suburbs, “Well here we are,” Scott sighed, walking with Isaac up the driveway towards the front door. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his small house key and unlocked the door, leading Isaac inside, “feel free to help yourself to any food, if you’d like.” Scott offered, kicking off his shoes. 

He nodded, taking note of the fact that no one would be home, “I know.” He snorted. Derek had shown him where Scott had lived, before- so he knew where he lived. He followed quietly, not being able to think of much for conversation. Along the way, he had kicked at dirt and small rocks along the side of the road, seeing as the streets they walked along were just side streets that were usually quiet aside from the occasional cars driving by and the small children playing in their front yards. It made him smile a bit. He was glad to know that some children didn’t have fucked-up childhoods like he did. When they arrived at Scott’s house, he almost did a double take to see if anyone or anything was around— nearly forgetting that everything had been calm for the past few weeks, forgetting about the fact there was nothing to worry about anymore.
He followed Scott inside, kicking off his shoes after him. He recognized the scent of Scott’s home in an instant- it smelt a bit of food, aerosol air fresheners, and of course, Scott and his mom. Which, all in all smelt nice- it smelt of the home he wished he had.
“Eh, I’m not all that hungry.” He shrugged, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck absentmindedly, “Your room is upstairs, right?”
  

scott-rnccall:

Scott couldn’t help but smirk slightly, nodding, “Yeah, it’s like on of those first person shooters. Pretty fun once you get used to the controls!”

“I bet,” He nodded, thinking about it for a moment or so, “Er, sure. Why not? You’re just gonna have to show me how to use it an everything, though.”

scott-rnccall:

 

“I don’t really know what’s playing in the theaters at the moment, but uh I just picked up Modern Warfare at the store a few days ago, if you’d rather play that.”

“That’s that.. War game, right? The one that everyone plays?” God, he felt like he was from a whole entire different century. His dad never allowed him to have any gaming consoles or anything like that- He remembered once he saved up his allowance and bought himself a gameboy advanced and his dad took it when he discovered it and smashed it— telling him that the games would “rot his brains out” and that it “distracted him from the more important things too much.” So yeah, he was like that one dad who tried to get into “hip” things but had no idea what-so-ever about anything.

scott-rnccall:

“Well we could always watch a movie or play some video games…?” Scott offered.

“Again— Like?” He rolled his eyes, giving a tired sigh, “I didn’t really get out all that much until last month, Scott.”

scott-rnccall:

 

“I mean Allison and I go out bowling, but that’d be pretty cheesy I would think,” he joked, “we could always go out and play some, you know, one on one lacrosse.”

He pursed his lips and shrugged, kicking a bit at the dirt underneath his feet, “The Lacrosse offer does sound tempting but,” He sighed, pulling a hand out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck uncomfortably, “Er, do you have any other ideas then those? I dunno, something less physically tiring?” 

scott-rnccall:

“Well… We could go out some place fun..” he paused, thinking, “or we can stay in and find something to entertain ourselves with.” he shrugged.

”..Like…?” He arched a brow at the other teen, a bit curious to say the least, “Deprived childhood, remember? I really didn’t get to do much— you’ve gotta help me out here, Scott.”