Dean O’Gorman in Return to Treasure Island (1996)
Dean O’Gorman in Return to Treasure Island (1996)
#i feel like if you looked under the seat #there would be crossword puzzles or packs of playing cards #and comic books of course #bc these two have been in the back of that cruiser so often (via tylerelflin)
I wonder how old they were the first time they were “arrested” five, six? Lol
SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE WEE!SCOTT AND WEE!STILES GETTING “ARRESTED” FOR THE FIRST TIME.
OR SOMEONE COULD DRAW IT. PLEASE? *MAKES WEREPUPPY EYES AT FANDOM*
The pack of cookies lay between them on the worn, wooden floor of their tree house, unopened. Their eyes were bright with adrenaline as they panted, just staring at one another as though they couldn’t believe they had actually gotten away with it. This was the jackpot. This was a brand new package of sweet, delicious chocolate chip cookies and they had it all to themselves.
Scott swallowed his next breath and grinned. “Do you think your mom saw us?”
Little golden eyes rolling, Stiles reached for the package. “No way,” he told his best friend. “We’re too good.”
Swiping the package from Stiles’ hands because he knew how horrible Stiles was at opening anything neatly, Scott popped open their prize. He slid out the plastic tray inside and offered first dibs to Stiles. “Your dad’s gonna notice it’s gone,” he said slowly.
Stiles selected a cookie from the middle of the row and walked the fingers of both hands all the way around its edge before popping it halfway into his mouth. He pondered on that idea for a moment, and then shrugged. “What’s he gonna do, arrest us?”
Right on queue, flashing blue and red lights brightened the tree house and his father’s voice came over a megaphone. “All right boys, come out with your hands up- and no funny business.”
Scott’s eyes went dinner-plate wide as Stiles dropped the other half of his cookie. Scott flung the cookie package away from himself as if it had bitten him. “Your dad’s going to arrest us!” he squeaked.
“Oh my god!” Stiles said, grabbing onto Scott’s shoulders. “Look, I’ll draw him off ok? You run for it. You can get out the back window right?”
“Y-yeah,” Scott stuttered. “My mom is going to be so mad! I didn’t know you could get arrested for stealing cookies!”
He looked ready to cry, and so Stiles rolled his eyes and pulled him into a hug. “You aren’t going to get arrested,” he told him firmly before letting him go. “Cause I’m gonna protect you!”
“Boys,” Stiles’ father warned over the megaphone. “Don’t make me get your mother, Stiles.”
Stiles winced, and gave his best friend a look. Scott nodded, clambering to his feet, and began to head for the window escape at the back of their fort. Stiles squared his shoulders and peeked his head out the front of the tree house. His dad was there, watching him with the you’re grounded face, and Stiles waved both his hands in the air to show he was unarmed.
“Stiles,” his father greeted, motioning around with one hand. “And where is your partner in crime?”
“He went home,” Stiles lied. “Like an hour ago.”
“Oh he did, did he?” his father asked him, in the tone that said he was definitely sure that wasn’t true. “I suppose that’s not him climbing down the rope back there?”
Stiles leaned over, upside down out of the tree house until he could see his friend getting tangled in the rope ladder behind the fort. Stiles rolled his eyes and looked back to his dad. “Define climbing…”
“Get down here,” his father told him. “And bring my cookies.”
Sighing, Stiles reached behind him and snagged the cookie package from behind him, then carefully descended the ladder nailed into the tree trunk. Scott met him at the bottom with the guiltiest of guilty expressions, but Stiles merely bumped his shoulder. “It’s ok,” he murmured under his breath.
When they reached his father, the deputy took each of them by the shoulder, pausing only to have Stiles set the box of cookies down on the kitchen table as they walked through the house. Stiles made dramatic, pained noises at the rough handling while Scott very nearly hung limp in the deputy’s grasp. When they reached the police cruiser, Stiles dug in his heels.
“I want to hear my miranda rights!” he said stubbornly, a light behind his eyes. He could say them by heart, maybe better than his father, and sometimes instead of a bedtime story he asked his father to recite those to him, to make sure his dad remembered them too.
“Stiles,” his father warned. “Get in the car.”
“I have the right to remain silent-“
“But not the ability,” his father lamented, scooping him up and putting him into the backseat of the cruiser. Scott joined him willingly, but poked his head back out before the door could close.
“Are you going to tell my mom I got arrested?” he asked worriedly.
The deputy took a deep breath and lay his arms along the top of the car door, rested his chin upon them to regard the two boys. “Do the two of you realize how serious an offense stealing is?” he asked.
Both boys nodded their heads, although Stiles’s nod was a big more reluctant.
“So you won’t ever do it again?” asked the deputy, looking at each of them in turn.
Again, both boys nodded, Stiles much more vigorously this time.
“Do you solemnly swear to stay away from my cookies, forever and ever?” he asked.
“I don’t even like cookies anymore,” Stiles told him very seriously.
“Me either!” Scott quipped squeakily. “Maybe we’ll never eat cookies again!”
“Mhmm,” Stiles’ father said, clearly not convinced. But he stood up straight and opened the door just as the front door to the house cracked open. “I suppose I don’t have to arrest you if you promise to never steal my cookies again.”
“We promise!” both boys swore in unison.
“Okay, then,” he told them, motioning to the open front door to the house, where stood Stiles’ mother, watching with a soft smile on her face. “But you’ll have to get past your mom.”
Stiles swallowed and shrank back into the back seat of the cruiser. “Are you sure we can’t get arrested?” he asked.
His dad just laughed.
Fox in our backyard. (Taken with Instagram)
Taken with Instagram
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This is all so true. All of it.
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