Oh yeah, good idea, make jokes about me being pale when you're literally a vampire.
[ constants...the thing about constants stiles can't just accept sometimes if that even when you kind of didn't want them to be there in the first place there they are, all consistent and inconvenient all the time. if stiles had to classify his life since scott got bit as anything it's a series of new and sometimes inconvenient constants—werewolves, full moons, the sheriffs ( forbes and stilinski )turning lives upside down, new people in the house after years of just stiles and his dad. oh, yeah, and the vampires and big bads that seem to be setting up shop are also kind of a pain in the ass, how could he forget.
it's really not that bad. actually in a lot of ways things have been fantastic if you don't think too hard about his dying that one time and the influx of crap that seems to have come hand-in-hand with that. but they're still just teenagers and sometimes this heavy feeling gets to be way too freaking much.
he can only imagine what caroline ( and scott and allison and everyone else ) is going through.
so things like breakups and dealing with school? those feel exponentially more difficult to deal with on top of the supernatural crap. when caroline asks him to just get away from the house and the town for a while he doesn't hesitate to say yes.
he watches her from his rock, shifting between his feet up and down the the scatter of river rocks, never quite finding a comfortable place while he worries over his lower lip. she hasn't said much since she came back, but there's something hanging and trying to figure it out without blurting out a slew of questions is beginning to drive him crazy. now seems as good a time as any. ]
Look are you gonna tell me what the hell happened or is this roadtrip an actual attempt at the bonding your mom keeps insisting on? I gotta tell ya, either way I'm concerned.
yessss all of my hopes and dreams
[ constants...the thing about constants stiles can't just accept sometimes if that even when you kind of didn't want them to be there in the first place there they are, all consistent and inconvenient all the time. if stiles had to classify his life since scott got bit as anything it's a series of new and sometimes inconvenient constants—werewolves, full moons, the sheriffs ( forbes and stilinski )turning lives upside down, new people in the house after years of just stiles and his dad. oh, yeah, and the vampires and big bads that seem to be setting up shop are also kind of a pain in the ass, how could he forget.
it's really not that bad. actually in a lot of ways things have been fantastic if you don't think too hard about his dying that one time and the influx of crap that seems to have come hand-in-hand with that. but they're still just teenagers and sometimes this heavy feeling gets to be way too freaking much.
he can only imagine what caroline ( and scott and allison and everyone else ) is going through.
so things like breakups and dealing with school? those feel exponentially more difficult to deal with on top of the supernatural crap. when caroline asks him to just get away from the house and the town for a while he doesn't hesitate to say yes.
he watches her from his rock, shifting between his feet up and down the the scatter of river rocks, never quite finding a comfortable place while he worries over his lower lip. she hasn't said much since she came back, but there's something hanging and trying to figure it out without blurting out a slew of questions is beginning to drive him crazy. now seems as good a time as any. ]
Look are you gonna tell me what the hell happened or is this roadtrip an actual attempt at the bonding your mom keeps insisting on? I gotta tell ya, either way I'm concerned.