YES 'ALRIGHT' IS SPELT ALL RIGHT IN SOME CASES
He trudged along the halls of Beacon Hills High School. He wasn't okay, he'd lost his best friend, and love. Scott was waiting for him in he front of the school.
"Dude, I'm so sorry about Anne." He clapped a hand on Stiles' shoulder.
"She was your friend too, ya know." He replied.
"I know that, Stiles. But she was always closer to you. You had a crush on her too." Scott reminded him, as they walked to their lockers.
Then they saw Lydia Martin. Her and Anne were great friends, they were best friends. Her eyes dropped with sadness, she was jumpy, she looked like she wanted to cry.
"Lydia, hey. You okay?" The two boys weren't friends with the strawberry blonde, but, Anne was, and what she would've wanted if for them to ask.
"I'm okay," Lydia said, "I think."
"We're going to find her, okay? I promise." Scott told her and it seemed to raise her spirits considerably.
"Stiles," she began, "it's obvious you like her. Tell her when you find here, all right?" She was confident.
"I promise."
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Where Do Broken Hearts Go? ; Stilinski
Fanfiction"Anne, please—" He started, grabbing her wrist. "No, Stiles. You— you broke me. That really hurt." And as she ran away, he was left wondering, where do broken hearts go? (For @maze_thomas_dylan_ bc ily Juliette)
