”Oof! Whoa, steady there!”
“Whoops! Sorry! I think there’s a bit of ice there … “
”Oof! Whoa, steady there!”
“Whoops! Sorry! I think there’s a bit of ice there … “
He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
“Hard to say. I don’t remember much of it.” She shrugs.
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“Holy Shit Summer! ” Stiles exclaimed flabbergasted, trailing after the redhead with his mouth open.
“Summer, Wait!”
She slowed her steps, but didn’t actually stop, knowing perfectly well that he could catch up to her if he really wanted. She did cast a glance at him over her shoulder, a little surprised. His reaction hadn’t exactly been what she expected.
[Isaac had been minding his own buisness, clearly lost in thought. It surprised him when he was pushed up against the wall, a grunt escaping his lips. Before the teen could say anything, he was being pulled into a kiss, something he honestly didn’t mind. His cheeks burned with a dark red, his body frozen. Isaac was about to kiss back when she pulled away, causing him to stumble forward.]
“ — H-hey…! We weren’t finished!”
She slows her step, doesn’t turn. It had been a dare, just a stupid dare — “well go kiss him then, I dare you, see what happens” — and she doesn’t believe what he says. Except this is /her/; she has to believe him. Because he means it.
So she turns back, head high. Takes a step back toward him. “Weren’t finished?” she says, teasing, hiding her nerves, pretending with all her might that she knows how to flirt, doesn’t want to throw herself at him — hasn’t wanted that for months, since she saw him at the championship lacrosse game.
“Did you want something more?”
SEND ME ONE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION
“APPARENTLY, I NEED TO GROW A MUSTACHE.”
“Who told you that?”
“It’s the only way I can think of to get my classmates to take me seriously.”
Send “I’m in love with you.” to see how my muse reacts.
“Do—Don’t lie to me”
“I’m not lying. I don’t play that kind of game.”