skinnydefenselessheroism:

iamthefirechild:

Summer presses her hand to her chest, trying to slow her galloping heartbeat and breathing. “Ice cream, you said.” She gulps in another breath, makes a fish face, and then says, “Mint. Specifically, Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Peppermint Crunch. Failing that, Chocolate Therapy. What about you?”

From over her shoulder, Beth says, “I hate you, I hate you forever, we are going to get Ben and Jerry’s after this.” Summer’s expression clearly says, ‘no pity.’

“Phish Food.” Stiles says, decisively, with a sharp nod of his head. “Or Moose Tracks, but mostly Phish Food. My Dad says I’m a heathen for liking ice cream with so much stuff in it but I tell him it’s because I’ve got ADHD and I can’t just concentrate on one flavor for a whole bowl.”

Then he laughs, a little bark of sound, eyebrows lifting. “At like one in the morning? Where are we gonna get Ben and Jerry’s at this hour?”

The three of them exchange glances, something that really speaks of the connection between them in a way nothing else this evening has done; precisely the same ‘one thought many minds’ relationship Stiles has with Scott. Zenobia’s slightly wicked grin spreads across the other two girls’ faces, and then Summer slings an arm around Stiles’ shoulders. “Let us teach you,” she says, “about the joys of midnight grocery store runs.”

“We’re still playing another game,” Beth interjects, and Summer looks up to realise that they’re on the last frame of this one anyway. She unwinds herself from Stiles and the scoring computer and the chair and picks up her ball, muttering, “Yes, yes,” half under her breath. Managing a split that puts her just barely in second place if Stiles doesn’t do something spectaular, she whirls to cheer and catches Jesse staring at them.

Summer just hopes nobody noticed the stuttering second of hesitation before she forces herself to ignore him.