{"id":12460,"date":"2014-04-06T00:02:49","date_gmt":"2014-04-06T00:02:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/04\/06\/%c2%a7-12\/"},"modified":"2014-04-06T00:02:49","modified_gmt":"2014-04-06T00:02:49","slug":"%c2%a7-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/04\/06\/%c2%a7-12\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00a7"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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

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thenogitsuneandstiles<\/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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“Oh.” He made the typical \u2018O\u2019 shape with his lips, regretting saying that part about everyone loving coffee. He ordered their drinks, instantly taking a sip of the hot liquid, even though it burned his lips and insides. Yup, now he was awake. For sure. “So if you\u2019re not a coffee drinker, is chocolate your thing?” He sat down in the chair opposite of her, setting the drinks down. Her hair was perfectly done, and it seemed so effortless at the same time. She was stunning. He couldn\u2019t believe he was sitting here.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“If I want a hot drink, yeah. Or cider, I like hot cider too. Coffee\u2019s just one of those things,” she flourished a wrist, “you have to have a taste for it, and I just never got it. It\u2019s like beer, you know. One of my cats at home drinks beer, it\u2019s so funny. He gets up in dad\u2019s recliner and drinks out of dad\u2019s glass.” She pushed a non-existent puff of hair behind one ear and blew on her drink.<\/p>\n

“So, um, I think I know your name and that\u2019s about it.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Are you being serious right now?” Stiles laughs, leaning back into the chair. “I think that\u2019s one of the most fucked up things I\u2019ve ever heard.” He continues chuckling, until she begins to speak again. He paused for a moment, thinking about himself and his identity. It wasn\u2019t as if he could just say \u2018Oh, I run with werewolves, occasionally I almost get killed, I also fight nogitsunes in my head, helplessly involved in the supernatural. There was two of me running around, too.\u2019<\/p>\n

“Um, well I\u2019m Stiles, but that\u2019s actually not my name. I don\u2019t bother telling people my real name; Stiles has become like my adopted name or whatever. Um, I\u2019ve been sort of like, in love I guess with this girl who doesn\u2019t see me as anything other than a friend, if that.”<\/p>\n

Shit. He didn\u2019t mean to say that.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer took a sip of her drink so she didn’t have to look at Stiles. Awkward. “That really sucks,” she said, finally. “At least you’re friends with her? It’s better than nothing, right? It always sucks to be into someone who just doesn’t even see you at all.”<\/p>\n

Was she really giving, basically, relationship advice to the guy she’d just been making out with? How was this her life? Summer made a private bet that she looked like this other girl, somehow. Even when she threw all her normal inhibitions aside, it still ended up like this.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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