"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
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season 1 - 6
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"It's a joke, don't get your knickers in a twist."
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I lay in my bed, fiddling with my fingers as my mind races with many thoughts; Is it all really over? Are we all safe? If only Allison was here with us. I sit up to see my father sitting on the edge of my bed. I sigh then sit up as well, looking down at my hands still.
"I don't know what you and your friends are up to lately but you never come home happy." My father says.
"I'm fine." I tell him. "School is just kind of stressful at the moment."
"Alright.." My dad says. "Goodnight then, sweetheart."
My father kisses the top of my head before exiting the room. However, Stiles shortly enters. He takes a seat on the edge of my bed, just like my dad did.
"Are you okay?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah." I reply but Stiles raises an eyebrow, making me sigh. "Just wondering about if it's all really over.. And about Allison."
"The dead pool is all over, Y/n. No more assassins and no more murders. Don't worry." Stiles reassures. "Allison would be proud of you, of all of us."
I sigh. "Can.. Can you stay with me? I don't want to be alone and get lost in my thoughts again."
"Of course." Stiles smiles.
Stiles grabs his joggers and sweatshirt he left at mine, changing in the bathroom before sliding into bed beside me.
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I wake up with an arm around my waist, their chest pressed against my back. I blush before sliding out of Stiles' grip so that I'm sitting beside him.
"Stiles." I whine, dragging out his name. "You've got an early morning practice fro the big game tomorrow, remember?"
"Alright." Stiles mumbles, still asleep.
"If I'm going to watch an entire lacrosse game, you better not suck." I tell him.
"Not gonna suck." Stiles mumbles, rolling over so his back is to me.
"You already suck." I joke.
Stiles opens his eyes, turning to face me. His hair is a mess but it's cute and he's trying not to fall asleep.
"What did you just say?" Stiles asks, knowing what I said.
"It's a joke, don't get your knickers in a twist." I tell him, smiling.
"I'll have you know I wear boxers." Stiles replies.
I look at him, confused as to why he needs to tell me that.
