"I just…thought when you said we could do something fun…I didn’t think you meant movies."

"Oh. What did you think I meant?"

feeling intimidated by people you want to be really good friends with

#feeling intimidated by people you’re already friends with

"I’m not in the mood for Star Wars right now."

"Ookay I guess I won't help. Sorry for bothering."

                                                 The gap between them was closing in,                                                   warm breath felt upon his  heated skin.                                                   Leaning in slowly, he mumbled softly.

                                                 ❝   You don’t mind if I…kiss you right?   ❞

                    she wanted to scream and tug him closer

                    not just closer, but too close. she hated the gap.

                    but she had put it there. did it make her

                    weak to want it to close?

                                           "   please scott   "

"Only good for their penis"

"I can do without."

"We should invest"

"We'll be ruling the world in no time. Men just fuck it up."

"Oh…that…well I’m kind of busy cleaning my room."

"I'm pretty good at multitasking."

                                             [ saying stiles was nervous would be putting it far too lightly. how were you supposed to ask someone something like t h a t? there wouldn’t be an easy way to do it, at least that much he was sure of. ]

“Come on Stilinski, stop screwing around.”

                                            [ he wasn’t doing his best job at encouraging himself, but it’d have to do for the time being. shuffling from foot to foot, he finally gains the courage to knock on her door —— too lightly, he might add, but it does the trick and he can hear the pattering of feet coming his way from the other side of the surface. putting on a brave face as she answers the door, the teenager almost stumbles on his words. ]

“Uh… can I come in or something? I’d rather not air out my dirty laundry here in the open.”

                                             [ he teters on his heels, not even waiting for an answer before he rushes past the girl inside the house. this was an emergency —— at least to him. ]

“So… nice place.”

                                                                                        [ as if he hasn’t seen it a million times before, which he has. ]

     [ the silence makes her want to s c r e a m. everything is new, they couldn't stay in the very place where her mother died, but it's unfamiliar, unwanted. her mother never t o u c h e d this place, and maybe that is why allison cannot consider it to be a home. ]

     [ her father is out. 

   he is always out.

             she taps her pen against her desk, staring at the math problems she's been struggling over for hours. she should swallow her pride and call lydia, but she can't bring herself to. she hates the silence, but her best friend's screams are so much l o u d e r. ]

   [ instead there is a knock. ]

[ she opens the door, and opens her mouth, but he's already requesting entrance and making his way inside. ]

       "Stiles? What are you doing here? What about dirty laundry?"

"Heels are secret weapons, men would never know"

"I would totally fund that."

"Maybe I can figure out how to use them as weapons"

"Now that would be a sight."

"Like what?"

"Apparently I'm in need of a Star Wars education."

"I do everything in heels"

"They aren't the most practical, but if anyone can make it work it's you."