"A sister will never leave, through the hurt and tears"
||Try Hard 5 seconds of summer
"Sorry Isaac I've got to take this" Gwyn called into her phone.
A call from Stiles.
Well about twenty had happened to be in the short 2 minute conversation of hers and Isaac.
"Ms Gwynelyn Martin" Isaac laughed in farewell.
"Mr Isaac Lahey" She giggled pressing the end button.
Another sharp ring pierced the air. "Ugghhh!"
She flopped onto her bed and flipped the phone, contemplating whether or not she should swipe the green button.
."Should I answer, should I not?" She leaned her elbow against her leg and held her chin.
"Ugghhh G! Shut up and answer the stupid phone! Tell whoever's calling I'm going to strangle them!"
Gwyn formed an 'O' and shook her head
"Well, whoever's calling would definitely not like that".
She pressed the accept button, only to be caught off guard by a ranting Stiles.
"Gwyn! Why have you not answered any of my calls! I've been worried sick! Seriously, like I've nearly been sick!"
Groaning she mumbled "Stiles, what's the time?"
"8:30 Why?"
Gwyn's eyes widened
"Lyd! We're late!"
She dropped the phone and like a hurricane flew into the cupboard.
"What?! Gwyenlyn Chase Martin you're dead! The one day you're on wake-up call!" Lydia raced in, fully decked out, perfect make-up, hair, clothes.
"Lyd! Why are you in a rush?! You're ready" Gwyn shouted pulling on a pair of ratty jeans, her trusty converse and a flannel shirt.
Lydia shook her head and walked over to her.
Gwyn struggled to get her shoes on, fumbling around with her clothes.
Lydia raised an eyebrow and grabbed her arm. Warily Gwyn looked up "Lydia....."
The strawberry blonde haired girl latched onto the hot mess in front of her dragging her out of the room.
"No! Lydia Martin! You promised that this would never happen! You little...." Lydia hauled the kicking and screaming girl into her room.
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Gwyn hid her flushed face from the squandering crowd in front of her. Lydia tugged the newly transformed girl behind her
She was wearing a red shirt, slightly exposing her flat stomach.
She had new, washed-down blue denim jeans.
And worst of all, 4 inch black heels.
"Come on! G! It's just because you look pretty!" Gwyn released the cuffs of her sleeves from her red face to scowl at her sister,
"Okay it's probably because they're seeing you" Gwyn groaned in exasperation
"Lydiased?"
Gwyn narrowed her eyes as the males drooled at now instead of just Lydia, her.
"Oh Martin didn't know you looked so good"
A cocky boy from the lacrosse team shouted, making most nod in approval.
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innocent::stiles stilinski
Fanfiction❝ guess you really did it this time, left yourself in your warpath, lost your balance on a tightrope, lost your mind tryin' get it back ❞ gwyn had no idea what she was in for
