☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ love doesn't have a definition. we all feel it, but we feel it differently. i'm pretty sure it's indefinable. ❜
in which luna really has
nothing apart from him.
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BOOK ONE in t...
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INDEFINABLE ↳ seven.
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Stiles and Scott found the situation they were currently in odd - but it was a good kind of odd.
It seemed that with Luna, the pair forgot about the issues they had been faced with only moments before stumbling into her. In the woods, they had discovered a plethora of things that they couldn't deny had officially creeped them out. Scott was too blindly in love with Allison to notice the seriousness of the situation but Stiles had a sneaking suspicion that something weirder was going on, much weirder than his best friend suddenly being a Beacon Hills lacrosse expert and being able to hear with an abnormal ability. His friend had been changing and he seemed to be the only one to notice, other than Lois, the puppy eyed boy only passing it off as some sort of illness. Scott was different, Stiles knew it.
He just didn't really know what to do about it.
However, when they had spoken to Luna at lunch and bumped into her in the woods, they had immediately forgotten about their current problems. Stiles, especially, was sucked in by her ability to increase the happiness a person felt and to effortlessly improve their attitudes without even trying. The blonde somehow distracted him from his thoughts and that was a hard task; Stiles was an over thinker.
Once the pair had dropped the unknown teen wolf home, they were left to themselves in the jeep. Luna had been sucked into a own trance for the prior five minutes, the only thoughts spinning around her head being ones of her therapy session.
The girl had been debating constantly whether she should have gone or not. Knowing that her parents would be disappointed was enough to tempt her but the question on whether she needed to go, swayed her a little. Luna had wanted to stop going a while back but she had never known whether it was the right choice, nor how to break it to their parents. She hadn't gone back to the doctors about her slightly compulsive nature, and sticking with the therapist had been some sort of compromise. On some days the blonde didn't need the sessions at all but on others, Luna couldn't help but feel as though they were needed a lot more than she was aware.
Maybe Luna wasn't okay, despite how she told herself otherwise. She wasn't too sure.
"So, where to?" Stiles asked, turning to face her momentarily with a large grin smothering his lips. Though, his smile faltered when he noticed her fallen expression. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her face slightly flushed and she was biting down on her bottom lip. Although it wasn't the right moment, he couldn't help but mentally coo at her face when she was overthinking. Luna looked adorable.
Waiting a minute with no reply, he questioned again softly, "Luna?"
Snapping out of her trance, her head flew up. Strands of her blonde hair cascaded around her at the fast movement and her expression was now startled. The girl hummed in reply, looking incredibly confused.
