{"id":12305,"date":"2014-04-09T02:10:27","date_gmt":"2014-04-09T02:10:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/04\/09\/%c2%a7-5\/"},"modified":"2014-04-09T02:10:27","modified_gmt":"2014-04-09T02:10:27","slug":"%c2%a7-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/04\/09\/%c2%a7-5\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00a7"},"content":{"rendered":"

thenogitsuneandstiles<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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thenogitsuneandstiles-deactivat<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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Stiles was slammed against the wall, the fiery red headed girl he didn\u2019t even know the name of smashing her lips to his. How had he ended up here? He didn\u2019t know. He remembered being angry that Lydia had dissed him (once again) and walking into a bar, talking to a cute girl, they had danced after a few drinks\u2026<\/small><\/p>\n

And now he was up against a wall, their bodies pressed together, lips molding into each others and somehow, he loved it. Because he wasn\u2019t worrying, or even caring frankly, about the other red head who had consumed him. Right now, at least, he probably wouldn\u2019t know who she was if she walked up to him.<\/small><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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He grinned back at her, finishing his entire cup of coffee and setting the cup down, checking his watch, then to the half-asleep girl at the counter. \u201cI am so<\/em> not going to school tomorrow. I thought today was Saturday. Oops?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

She covered her face again and laughed until she couldn\u2019t breathe. \u201cStiles. Oh, my god. Today was definitely not Saturday. I\u2019m just glad I don\u2019t have class til one tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Have you always wanted to go to big schools?” he asked her, a smile still held on his lips.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“What does that even mean? Beacon Hills is hardly a big school. I could have gone to Stanford or something.” She rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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