❛ forgive me if i stumble and fall. for i know now how to love too well. i am clumsy and my words do not form as i wish, so let me kiss you instead and let my lips paint for you. all the pictures that my clumsy heart cannot.❜
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"YOU'VE BEEN STARING AT THEM FOR A LITTLE TOO LONG." Scott spoke up, startling Stiles as he stared at Ezra and Issac talking from afar. "You make it sound like it's a weird thing." Stiles mumbled, turning to the werewolf.
"Well, yeah, you're starting to creep me out." Scott replied as Stiles approached the two teens, Scott leaving to check up on Allison.
"Isaac, it's not hard." Ezra said with a teasing smile as he looked at the blue eyed teen. "Of course you would say that! Can you please help me with it before Mr. Harris eats me alive when testes me." Isaac whined.
"You know I will." Ezra said with a smile. Isaac grinned happily as he looked at the boy. "Thank you, Ezra really I appreciate it. About the formal I was wondering if yo–"
Before he could say anything, Stiles interrupted the two by clearing his throat, signalling he was there.
"Oh! Isaac, I gotta go. I'll text you later?" Questioned Ezra, with a defeated look Isaac nodded, giving the two teens a wave, leaving them.
"What was that about?" Stiles asked as the two teens walked out of school. "He needed help with an assignment, since I'm basically his tutor." Ezra shrugged, waving at Erica as she passed by them.
The two crawled into the jeep, Ezra letting out a sigh as he leaned his head back against the leather chair. "Then we talked about the winter form–"
"That things not in like another forever." Stiles mutters as he started up the engine. "But it's good to plan ahead of time. " Ezra shrugged, putting on his seatbelt.
"I mean do you even have a date in mind, Stiles?" Ezra said, looking directly in his eyes.
"Well I didn't have a date last ye–"
"I was your date." Ezra scoffed, remembering the formal. "And you were a terrible date." Ezra said as they drove out of their parking space.
"No I wasn't, I was a gentleman." Stiles rolled his eyes. "Oh really? You spilled fondue all over my slacks, and everyone thought it was dried up cum. My mom was horrified when she saw it." Ezra chuckled, slightly wincing, remembering the pain he was in.
"I was distracted! I said I was sorry." Stiles whined, face heating up with embarrassment remembering the memory like it was yesterday.
"That was last year, the past is the past!" Stiles said. "Do you have a date this year, Ezra? Because if not maybe we can go to–" Stiles was interrupted as Ezra eyes widened.
"Holy shit! Is that Derek?!" Ezra said as he pointed towards Derek. "Oh my god!" Stiles yelled , slamming on his breaks. They watched as the werewolf falls to the ground.
