~Previously known as I Wanna Be Yours~
Being a teenager, for an adult means to be a narcissist, depressive, and hormone-high human being.
For a teenager, it means living a stage of full emotional rollercoaster and pressure to be cool and be prepared...
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"Okay, we are sharing a room. Lyds you and me in one bed, Allison you get the other, sounds good?" Emily asked showing them the key and they nodded. "Good, c'mon then"
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"Lydia, can you pick new towels? These one smell like nicotine," Allison asked coming out of the bathroom.
"Sure"
"Thanks," Allison smiled before going to her bag and picking new clothes. Emily stood in silence looking at her and after a moment, Allison turned, frowning slightly, "Everything okay?"
It took a while for her to reply, "Yeah... I think I'm going to grab something to eat. Or find Stiles,"
"Okay," she smiled wiggling her brows, being ignored by Emily as she closed the door behind her.
"They are so going to end up together," Allison said to herself as she walked into the bathroom.
x.X.x
Emily walked through the corridor, then down the stairs like she was in a trance. Something told her to find Stiles before it was too late, but after ten minutes looking for him she got impatient and decided to make him come to her, so she grabbed her cell phone and typed:
'I need to talk to you, alone.'
Not three minutes later she got a message back:
'Where are you?'
Looking through the window and up to the moon, she opened her phone before sending:
'My room. 214'
And then she locked the phone, putting it away before turning back to the moon, her eyes flashing silver as she got ride off her jacket. Soon her shirt came off and following came off her skirt making a trail to the bathroom, where the shower was already running when she stepped inside.
x.X.x
"Emily?" Stiles's voice came through the other side of the door, "Emily are you in there?" he knocked again, "Em-" he tried to open the door, which successfully opened. Stiles looked up and slowly made his way into the room, "Emily?" he looked around the room but not a sight of her. He then heard the shower running.
"Just a minute," he heard her say making his shoulders fall in relief, just to tense once again when she came out of the bathroom with just a small towel covering her naked and wet body.
Emily smiled at him as she made her way inside the room, "Could you close the door? The air is kind cold," she asked sweetly while Stiles only tried to remember how to breathe.
"S-S-Sure," he closed the door quietly.
"Thank you," Emily smiled again walking to her bag. She bent over, zipping it open making Stiles breath hitch as he watched her, the towel barely covering her. "You can sit if you want I just need to put some clothes"
