| italics - Wynona |
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"Hello."
"Oh, hi."
"You're . . . Wynona Moore right?"
"Yeah. You must be Stiles Stilinski."
"Uh huh."
"Wow, that's a big suitcase."
"This? Oh yeah. You wouldn't believe how heavy it is."
"I can imagine."
"Do you mind if I call you Nona?"
"Sure. You're only the second person in my life to call me that."
"Who beat me?"
"Grandma Moore."
"So, what're you majoring in?"
"Photography. You?"
"Police sciences."
"Ooh, a cop?"
"Hopefully, yeah."
"That's cool. No offense, but you don't look like the cop type."
"None taken . . . my dad's a sheriff and I love solving mysteries."
"Hm. I'm gonna call you Sherlock."
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Touch ☆ S. Stilinski
Fanfiction"Honesty, Stiles? You want my honest opinion? Well, I take that as an open invitation to speak my mind; you're a coward." In which Stiles meets a star and is terrified.
