she had a point.
she was playing her game and was damn winning.
stiles hated games like this. he was
not goodat games like this.
this girl knew too much ;;
too much to make himself feel comfortable.
“ I never said you did say any lies.
It was a simple request. But I guess it was
no n e e d.”
[ … ]
that was a low blow.
he did not expect to be asked that from all things else possible.
who was this girl?
his head was staring to hurt from thinking—
— more like overthinking.
he had no scenario to follow.
he was a | lost boy |.
” Enough. I bet you already know.
Why keep asking though?”
– ; he’d prefer it this way, anyway,
she was an illusion that humans preferred
to think of as a creature of wonder & when
they saw how messed up she was ….
❝ fine. how about we play a game.
you as ask a question and so will
I & we’ll see who quits f i r s t …. ❞
two small eyes will survey the boy’s face,
stealing the loveliness, the childish dreams from
his thoughts — it’s all hers to keep.
❝ ; oop question one — ! okay, well i have a somewhat
liking to first loves, and you are experience yours.
my turn, do you think that i’m … y'know .. ugly ? ❞
#youshutupstilinski #; omg i want to hug you #; that means so much i can't even #( ;v: ! ʏᴏᴜ﹐ ᴍᴇ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴄᴏɴ ʜɪʟʟs )