𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 •☆• 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑘𝑖 .1

𝟏𝟓. ❙𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤

❛ 𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬 ❜
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•☆.⭒✻❙ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑'𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ❙✻⭒.☆•

❝ 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. ❞

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𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀
𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏

❛ i've been in love and lost my senses ❜

        𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐻 𝐼𝑆 𝐵𝑌 𝐹𝐴𝑅 Jolene's greatest enemy, but chemistry was a close second. She was over the moon that Stiles offered to help her with the work they were doing, not only because she was horrible at this subject, but because she got to spend time with Stiles. He was happy to be with her, and was quite charmed by her room. It is true that a room shows people's hearts.

One of Jolene's walls was painted to look like Van Gogh's Farmhouses Among Trees while the rest of her walls were covered with horror posters and nothing else. She had a bay window where her orange cat Jonesy was sleeping. Stiles had yet to say hello to the cat since he had been sleeping ever since they got there; Jonesy only ever sleeps or runs around like a madman. Jolene too had a carpet that looked like a vinyl record while her pillows and blankets on her bed were black. Jolene and Stiles were sitting on the ground with their backs against her bed, going over what they had learned in chemistry- or what Stiles had learned.

Jolene had a pounding headache, she was exhausted, and beyond confused. None of this information was registering for her. Stiles was going on and on, but that was his job, it was the whole reason he was there. Jolene, however, couldn't take it anymore. She put her finger over his lips and shushed him. That was when Stiles glanced over at her and went to speak again, "Jo, you have to learn-"

Jolene shushed him again, cutting him off as she took his binder out of his hands and put it on her bed behind her. She did the same with her own, which confused Stiles a little, but Jolene cleared the air, "If we keep doing science, I'm gonna lose my mind."

"I thought you wanted help learning it?" Stiles wondered, her finger no longer touching his lips much to his dismay.

"Yeah, and I'm getting some of it, but we've been here for three hours. Can't we take a break? Just talk? And if you say the word formula, I'll cry." Stiles let out a small laugh at the comment, happy to know that it wasn't him that was the issue, it was the subject matter. Jolene still wanted to hang out with him, talk to him, just not about school.