𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧

𝐨𝐧𝐞; 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧.

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘
chapter two.
"Teenagers Are Oblivious!"

Dear Diary,

Lydia told me it was healthy to write in a diary but, I don't really see the point of doing it. All you do is write down words, and how you're feeling, and once you're done, what? Is it supposed to make you feel better about yourself? It's something I don't understand, I mean it's a valuable thing. What if someone finds your diary? They can expose all of your secrets, or send you to therapy- which from experience doesn't work as well as they say they do. I'm not sure why I chose to listen to Lydia, but I'll try out this whole diary thing. So, this will be my first time writing in a diary since I was in like middle school, and it'll most likely be my last.

Lilith quietly shuts the small white book she had previously been reading in, and slides it under her bed knowing she'll forget about the book. Stiles Stilinski snores loudly, his head resting on her bed, with one of her many pillows resting on top of his head. Her duvet covers half his body, while his bare back was exposed to the sun that's shining through her curtains. Rolling her eyes, Lilith attempts to get out of her bed, only to be pulled back into her blankets. Stiles lets out a groan as her red hair falls on to his head, he still wanting to sleep with her in the bed, cuddling as they were doing only hours ago.

"Don't leave, you're warm." Stiles tiredly mumbles into her mattress.

"I need to shower." Lilith whispers, choosing to not be loud as it was nearly 7 in the morning.

"You can shower later."

She softly sighs. "Would you like to join me?"

Almost as if his body had been resurrected his head shoots up off her bed causing the pillow that was once hiding him from the world to drop to the ground. Pure excitement filled his eyes as he looked at the red haired girl next to him; truly excited at the offer she had given him. "Really?" He quickly asks, his mouth working faster than his mind.

She shakes her head. "No." Lilith bluntly says, breaking Stiles' dreams of finally showering with a girl, let alone that girl being her.

She softly picks up his arm that's draped over her bare stomach and places it onto her bed directly next to his torso. He watches the girl as she steps over the clothes, blankets, and boxes of food that are on her floor from the previous night, stumbling into the bathroom. Watching Lilith walk into her bathroom, Stiles rolls over onto his back now facing the ceiling, wondering how he can convince Lilith to skip school today; and instead just stay at one of their houses.

While Lilith takes her shower Stiles finally decides to get out of her bed. The warmth from her blankets now leaves as the coolness from her room hits his bare skin. Still only in his boxers he walks to her bathroom and knocks softly on the door before cracking it open so she can hear what he has to say. He leans on the frame of her door, looking into the steaming hot room trying to figure out how to say his words properly.