notmyjeepyoucreep:

iamthefirechild:

notmyjeepyoucreep:

” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ” 

“That — ” She regarded him. This had been a random act of kindness for a cute kid. What was it turning into? ” — that would be lovely. Um, a movie? Dinner? We could, um, maybe something before valentine’s day as well?” What the hell was she doing?

“How about for coffee before Valentine’s and then cooking together on Valentine’s? Or baking. Would be a lot more fun than just eating together, right? At least in my eyes.” He rambled, fingers twitching lightly, as he smiled and blinked quickly at her. 

Gratefully, Summer said, “That sounds perfect. Is there anything you’re allergic to? Or, no, I have a better idea — we can meet up for coffee tomorrow evening, go grocery shopping after? For Valentine’s?”

notmyjeepyoucreep:

iamthefirechild:

notmyjeepyoucreep:

” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ” 

Summer muffled a snort of laughter, getting out a pen. She handed it over to him and slowly told over her address, checking behind him to make sure. “Right. Oh, and here’s my number. I definitely want to know the reaction.” She paused, looking up at Stiles a little more earnestly. “You can text me anytime, actually.”

Stiles smiled at her uncertainly, not sure what exactly this was. They were barely real friends, but it was still nice to talk with her, they got along pretty well. ”How about we still do something together? I mean, as friends? So we don’t have to sit around all lonely on Valentine’s.“

“That — ” She regarded him. This had been a random act of kindness for a cute kid. What was it turning into? ” — that would be lovely. Um, a movie? Dinner? We could, um, maybe something before valentine’s day as well?” What the hell was she doing?

notmyjeepyoucreep:

iamthefirechild:

notmyjeepyoucreep:

” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ” 

Her shrug matched his. “It’s what I do, make people feel better.” He didn’t need to know any more than that, really. “So, let’s see — I guess I’ll need your address? Or do you want me to bring them by in person, just to rub it in a little?”

”Oh my god don’t bring it in in person. My Dad will want to invite you to breakfast and never leave me alone,” Stiles said with a shake of his head, getting a notebook out to quickly write down his address. ”I need your address too though.“

Summer muffled a snort of laughter, getting out a pen. She handed it over to him and slowly told over her address, checking behind him to make sure. “Right. Oh, and here’s my number. I definitely want to know the reaction.” She paused, looking up at Stiles a little more earnestly. “You can text me anytime, actually.”

notmyjeepyoucreep:

iamthefirechild:

notmyjeepyoucreep:

” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ” 

Pensively, “We could send each other roses, like knowing that it’s just for friends, but so our parents would get off our cases.”

“Well- We can try at least. This way we might feel a bit less lonely,” he said with a light smirk, shrugging his shoulders. “Nice idea, really.”

Her shrug matched his. “It’s what I do, make people feel better.” He didn’t need to know any more than that, really. “So, let’s see — I guess I’ll need your address? Or do you want me to bring them by in person, just to rub it in a little?”

notmyjeepyoucreep:

iamthefirechild:

notmyjeepyoucreep:

notmyjeepyoucreep:

” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ” 

iamthefirechild:

“Meaningful stares and attempts at conversation until we both decide to stop and never talk about it again.”

She starts to laugh, a little helplessly. “I don’t know if I should feel sorry for you or not.”

“Don’t feel sorry for me. It is great. I love him, he loves me, everything is just awesome.”

Pensively, “We could send each other roses, like knowing that it’s just for friends, but so our parents would get off our cases.”

notmyjeepyoucreep:

iamthefirechild:

notmyjeepyoucreep:

” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ” 

“I’m not mad, exactly … it would be nice not to be reminded all the time! She doesn’t always understand, is all. I don’t know, does your dad try to fix you up?”

“Meaningful stares and attempts at conversation until we both decide to stop and never talk about it again.”

She starts to laugh, a little helplessly. “I don’t know if I should feel sorry for you or not.”

notmyjeepyoucreep:

iamthefirechild:

notmyjeepyoucreep:

” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ” 

“I think a heart-shaped omelette is awesome! But my mom — is always trying to make me feel better about being single forever.”

“Well, I tried my best. But your mom sounds like she only means well, so you shouldn’t be mad at her or anything, really.”

“I’m not mad, exactly … it would be nice not to be reminded all the time! She doesn’t always understand, is all. I don’t know, does your dad try to fix you up?”

notmyjeepyoucreep:

” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ” 

“I think a heart-shaped omelette is awesome! But my mom — is always trying to make me feel better about being single forever.”