[text] bless you than k you [text] I don’t want you to think I think of you that way [text] not that you aren’t really cute [text] i’m going to shut up now
[text] No. It’s cool
[text] You’re really pretty and
[text] i’m definitely not going to make a comment on your body
[text] cause that would be weird
[text] it’s going to be weird the next time I see you isn’t it [text] I’m going to kill her [text] those weren’t even the good pictures
[text] bless you than k you [text] I don’t want you to think I think of you that way [text] not that you aren’t really cute [text] i’m going to shut up now
Stiles pretended not to notice the ginger looking at him over her books, but at some point, enough was enough. He got up and walked across the library, sitting across from her. “Okay, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Oh, god, I sound like such an idiot!” Summer put her hands over her face, hoping she wasn’t as red as she felt. “I’m really sorry. I just — you — someone needs to whack me.”
“No! No! It’s fine, Summer!” he said, laughing and sitting next to her. “I’d offer, but I’m not in the habit of hitting girls… Unless they hit first.”
“I didn’t say hit,” she pointed out. “I said whack. It’s not the same thing. Whacking is not supposed to hurt; it’s a jolt, like how boys hit their fists on each other’s shoulders and stuff.”
Stiles pretended not to notice the ginger looking at him over her books, but at some point, enough was enough. He got up and walked across the library, sitting across from her. “Okay, why are you looking at me like that?”
Hesitantly, she put her hand in his and shook it once. “I’m Summer. Your name is as interesting as your face.”
Stiles smiled at the strange compliment. “Thank you, I think. Nice to meet you.”
“Oh, god, I sound like such an idiot!” Summer put her hands over her face, hoping she wasn’t as red as she felt. “I’m really sorry. I just — you — someone needs to whack me.”
Stiles pretended not to notice the ginger looking at him over her books, but at some point, enough was enough. He got up and walked across the library, sitting across from her. “Okay, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, ducking her head. “I didn’t mean to stare. Some people are just so fascinating to look at; I always wonder what they’re thinking … ” Again, she became aware she was babbling and closed her mouth.
“No! I mean, now that I know why, I completely get it,” he said, trying to put her mind at ease. He offered his hand, simply saying, “Stiles.”
Hesitantly, she put her hand in his and shook it once. “I’m Summer. Your name is as interesting as your face.”
Stiles pretended not to notice the ginger looking at him over her books, but at some point, enough was enough. He got up and walked across the library, sitting across from her. “Okay, why are you looking at me like that?”
Summer became aware that her mouth was hanging open, and hastily closed it. “You make interesting expressions when you’re thinking. I’m a storyteller … “
Stiles had definitely not been expecting that answer. “Um… I do?” he asked, brows furrowed together. “Thanks?”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, ducking her head. “I didn’t mean to stare. Some people are just so fascinating to look at; I always wonder what they’re thinking … ” Again, she became aware she was babbling and closed her mouth.
Stiles pretended not to notice the ginger looking at him over her books, but at some point, enough was enough. He got up and walked across the library, sitting across from her. “Okay, why are you looking at me like that?”
Summer became aware that her mouth was hanging open, and hastily closed it. “You make interesting expressions when you’re thinking. I’m a storyteller … “
