☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ this isn't just a scarf, alright? y'know, it also doubles up as a super awesome cape. ❜
lois was waiting for superman -
not a teenage beta with a bad
attitude and a habit of wearing
...
If there was one thing that annoyed Lois Lane — asides from her incredibly unfortunate, yet to others quite humorous, comic book conundrum of a name — it was being dragged out of bed in the morning. At six in the morning, to be precise.
And obviously, the only person dumb enough to do such a thing, was the hyperactive boy that went by the name of Stiles Stilinski.
Not only destined to be her best friend since long before either of them were even born, but the kid that also happened to be her neighbour of six long years in the house directly to the right of her own. On the left was the home of Mr Burns — the two not to be mistaken — whom was the close-to-death OAP that only withered his years away, with nothing short of a burning hatred for the pair of so-called delinquents that lived within a measly five yards of not only him, but one another. He honestly hated Stiles Stilinski and Lois Lane and they often liked to act as though they didn't know why.
But, they did.
Once upon a childhood, Lois and Stiles had pranked the elderly man in an innocent (sometimes malicious) game of knock and run. It had been harmless, at the time.
What twelve year olds expected such a sight?
Lois and Stiles had. They had even come prepared for it.
He had tumbled out of the house in nothing but a pink bathrobe and a floral shower cap, that day, waving his walking stick through the air in the midst of his rage. Unfortunately, their laughter had been heard and the two were caught hiding in his rose bushes — snorting and giggling away, as though they had filmed the whole thing. Which they haddone, but no one else knew that.
