xxvi.
7:04 p.m.
Void Stiles: Never have I ever felt like a plastic bag drifting through the wind.
Void Stiles: Where did she even get the idea for that simile?
Void Stiles: Theaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Me: what
Void Stiles: Why didn’t you reply sooner huh????
Me: I was talking to my brother
Void Stiles: I thought Fredrick doesn’t talk
Void Stiles: I’ve never heard him say a thing
Me: He only talks to people he doesn’t hate
Void Stiles: whatchu tryna say
Me: He doesn’t like you
Void Stiles: That’s understandable
Me: How
Void Stiles: Well you don’t like me
Me: I’ve never told you that
Void Stiles: Well not recently at least
Void Stiles: When are you going to the party?
Me: When I feel like it
Void Stiles: You are sooooooooooooooooo complicated
Me: I’m catching up on American Horror Story
Void Stiles: I’m on the one where the guy, Cam from Modern Family kept talking about some pig or something. It was weird
Me: You should just skip season one and just go straight to season two
Me: It’s way better
Void Stiles: Okay
Me: I mean you don’t have to
Me: It was just a suggestion
Void Stiles: I trust you
Void Stiles: Besides it’s not like a big deal or anything
Void Stiles: It’s just a show
YOU ARE READING
unknown number [h.s.]
Fanfictiona girl with anger issues. a boy with green eyes. and his unknown number.