𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 ❨ stiles stilinski and scott mccall ❩

𝟏. 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

I met you on the corner
of the street

I smiled before I even
heard you speak
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

AFTER SCOTT, STILES AND MJ WERE TOGETHER LESS AND LESS. Their Friday nights became, monthly meetings. He felt her absense. It was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone.

However, over the summer both teenagers were thankful to be spending mroe and more time together after what occurred between MJ and Scott.

It was the night before the first day of  school. The house was a mess and it didn't matter, Stiles could clean it tomorrow. For several sweet hours both teenagers didn't have to hide behind a mask, not of happiness, not of coping, they could be honest and get heart felt advice. It was the release valve they both needed.

Margot James grinned, as she reverently rubbed her hand along the silken mattress. The comforter was thick and irresistibly soft, almost like a billowing cloud as she rested her head against he pillow.

Stars shone as sugar spilt over black marble, glistening in the sun. The night sky was such a welcome sight, appearing like magic at each sunset, promising to return as she faded in dawn's first light. She enjoyed these times. The times at night when it was just the two of them. She enjoyed sitting with him and not having to talk to enjoy each others company.

"MJ?" She heard her best friend ask. The girl was lying on her side where she usually slept with her head towards the headboard. Her head was resting on her hand as she listened to Stiles talk.

Stiles was lying the same way she was but he was down towards the foot of the bed. He used his fingers to trace patterns on her legs as they talked about pointless things.

"Yes?"

Stiles gazed at her face, not moving from his comfortable position. "What are you doing?"

"Reading."

"No you're not." As she was about to flick the page of the magazine she paused. She slowly lifted her eyes to gaze at the boy in front of her.

"You don't read magazines..." As he spoke, MJ raised one of her brows in curiosity. "You just like the pictures."

She couldn't help the smirk thay pulled at her features. He knew everything. He always did. "I'm thinking then."

"About?" He mumbled a smirk gracing his features. She giggled and began looking back at the pictures in the magazine once again.