- Comment with your character, preferences, desired role, what have you. - Sometimes, it can be hard when those around you are getting all the attention and always getting approached. Or maybe you honestly don't care or notice. At any rate, it's still important to know that all attention doesn't come with flashy signs and shows of affections. You've got someone notices; it could they weren't on your radar because you'd never expect anything from them, but your on theirs. Now, they've finally decided to stop just watching you from afar and let you know! You may have been charming someone, and you never even realized it. -Tag others. -FINALLY THE BRIDE, NOT JUST THE BRIDESMAID. -Get noticed by unexpected senpais, whether they be shy, stoic, ~above it all~, or seemingly uninterested.
[probably modern!human au? and most likely he's being noticed but doesn't recognize it because, really, always burying himself in his schooling. characters with PBs only please.]
Claudia had been working IT for Stark Industries for a while now, so she'd started to get to know some of the names and faces of the people who came and went. Even had a few friendly conversations. She was particularly drawn to Dr. Banner, but the soft-spoken scientist probably had no idea just how much she fancied him. For one, he was significantly older than her twenty-four years. For another...well, he seemed pretty focused on his work.
((Either role works! But Nagisa is always surrounded by taller, more conventionally attractive guys, so it might be nice if he's the one being noticed for once.))
[ This was the worst. The literal, actual, worst. She's not even sure who had found out about the party an hour away from Mystic Falls, or who had thought it would be fun - well, no, that was probably her. But it wasn't. Fun. It was a goddamn disaster and all Caroline wanted to do was go home, eat her feelings for a few hours and then think about nothing except the extra twenty times she was going to have to run around the block to make up for it. She glances around the house - spies Matt drinking with Tyler in the corner and Tyler no doubt spinning their fight to make her the self absorbed, neurotic, bitch. That's what Tyler did. Her eyes narrow at Elena and Stefan sitting in some arm chair, completely wrapped up in each other and totally oblivious to the world around them and Caroline can't help the pang of jealously. It's never like that with Matt. How could it be? She knows he spends half their time together wishing she was Elena.
Caroline grabs another drink from a passerby who offers and moves through the room. She slips out the patio doors and past the hot tub full of teenagers and walks towards a quieter spot with unoccupied chairs. She sighs and sinks down into one. ]
[She never smiles anymore. Not really. Everybody else might buy it, but Stiles doesn't. And he should know; he watches her. A lot. From afar. Not in that creepy stalkery way, because he's especially careful not to go down that road, but he sees her a lot, even if they don't run in the same circles. They have a few classes together; they end up at the same parties. If he's honest, he's probably been in love with her since he moved out here with his dad after his mom died...ten years ago.
Caroline Forbes is a cheerleader, though; she's popular. She's pretty. Well...she's beautiful. She doesn't know it, but she is. She's too cool for Stiles Stilinski, is what she is. Way out of his league. Always has been, always will be and Stiles knows it.
So he just admires her from afar. And maybe it's the beer that spurs him forward...it has to be, because he doesn't even realize what he's doing until he's already doing it. She passes him like he's completely invisible, taking the drink out of his hand even though he's not really offering it so much as getting ready to set it down, but he lets her because she's Caroline. Stiles sees her head outside and he's following her, he realizes belatedly, after pouring himself another drink.
But she settles herself into an empty chair surrounded by other empty chairs and he stops short, because...who the hell is he to approach Miss Mystic Falls? Except that his feet have already propelled him that way and before he knows it, he's sitting on the grass a little ways away from the chair in which Caroline has planted herself and he's pretending not to notice that she's there, but he can't not. This is the closest he's ever been to Caroline and he feels like he's going to throw up from the nerves. ...or maybe that's also the beer...he's had a lot.
Stiles's eyes shift in her direction and she just looks so fucking sad, which is the worst, because he thinks the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life is Caroline's smile. However seldom it seems to show itself these days.
His mouth opens and closes half a dozen times because he wants to say something, but he doesn't know what. "Hi?" "Hey?" "Are you okay?" — all of these things occur to him as legitimate possibilities, but he can't actually make himself say any of them. Until the word vomit takes over, because he saw it; he overheard some of it, and he can't stop the words once they start coming, so they just come.]
He's a jerk.
[He blurts it out, taking another drink in an attempt to shut himself up. It buys him a few seconds, but it doesn't stop him, no matter how much he wishes it would.]
You could do a lot better, you know?
[Like who? Like him? Stiles? That's laughable at best.]
[ She knows who Stiles is. Probably better than he thinks she does. Caroline figures that's what most people assume though, that she doesn't bother. Alright, maybe sometimes she really doesn't. But she knows who Stiles is. Stiles who moved out with his Dad - who she thinks her Mom might actually have a little bit of a crush on the way she talks about him and God knows she's tried to make that happen for years to no avail - and has been in a handful of her classes off and on for years. No, they don't have the same friends, not even close. She's pretty sure she's only said a handful of words to the poor guy over the years - and so she's surprised when he moves to sit next to her on the grass.
She's about to ask him if he's okay because he keeps just opening and closing his mouth - like he's about to say something but changing his mind and if she's honest it's kind of a little weird.
When he does speak she just about blurts out which one to his statement. Matt for being the special brand of "nice guy" who is still in love with her best friend. Tyler for being a complete jerk there to cut her down at any moment. Stefan for being yet another person who might as well be the president of the Elena Gilbert fan club. Or Damon for - well, no, she wouldn't touch that one. The holes in her memory surrounding Damon, the marks her body still bears and the general feeling of unrest and fear isn't something she wants to go into right now.
Caroline huffs a small laugh and looks down at Stiles. ]
What, like you?
[ It's a joke and lacks a tone of any real malice. The truth is Caroline isn't so sure he's right. She hasn't yet, so maybe that's a sign. Maybe Matt Donovan was as good as she got. And it was okay, sometimes. He was nice, he kept her company. They had fun. She takes a drink and offers Stiles a smile. ]
[Stiles lets out a humorless huff and looks away again, taking another drink. He's never felt smaller than he does just now, after she said exactly what he'd been thinking. And...she says it exactly how he'd been thinking it. Like it's a joke.
...because it is.]
No, just...you know. In general.
[She asks how his night's going and all he can think is how badly he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Better about two minutes ago before I thought it'd be a good idea to come sit here. Like an idiot.]
It's going. I'm sorry yours looks like it could be going a lot better.
[ Caroline takes another drink and then lets her hands fidget against the cup somewhat. She's buzzed, but not completely drunk. Though the temptation to get herself the rest of the way is very high right then. Her Mom wouldn't even be home to yell at her for coming back in that state. Stefan, being Stefan, is driving them all so she doesn't have to worry about that part.
She shrugs a little at Stiles' apology. She hates that she's that transparent right then - but she's just so sick of the same thing over and over. She's tired of living in a state of constantly shaking it off, pretending like her life was perfect and that she wasn't hurting. ]
It's fine, you don't have to apologize, you didn't do anything. [ Another drink, she smirks. ] Just - your gender sucks, Stiles. [ A small laugh though it's not really a laugh. ]
[ He finally looks back up at her at that. Her laugh sounds like his. Stiles's eyes move back to the cup in front of him before he lifts it to his lips and empties it. Not all of us. Just the ones you deign to spend your time with, he thinks, but he's not quite drunk enough to say it out loud. ]
Sorry.
[ It's all he can come up with even though it's stupid. He doesn't have anything to be sorry for. Stiles doesn't suck, he's pretty sure of it. At least, not the way she thinks. He's never had a girlfriend to treat like shit but he's pretty sure that if he did have one, he wouldn't be such a dick. ]
If he makes you so miserable, why are you even with him, anyway? You don't have to put up with that. ...and you shouldn't. Nobody should.
[ She shakes her head. ] It's not - I'm not miserable.
[ A small pause. ]
I'm with him because - [ Because why - because Damon called her a useless, shallow, waste of space and Matt was there to sort of pick up the pieces? Because being half loved by someone was better than nothing at all? ] He's not always a jerk, we just had a fight. Not that I really need to justify my relationship to you. [ The last part was defensive because she was. Defensive was easier. ]
[ Stiles isn't blind to the way Caroline's boyfriend looks at her friend. As an awkward loser, Stiles can really only live vicariously through others, so he does a lot of people-watching.
But she's right and the defensiveness makes Stiles uncomfortable because he's screwing it up; he shouldn't be surprised. Stiles looks away again, embarrassed and humbled. ]
[ A small pause. She bites at her lower lip for a moment and looks over the lawn of the house. What did he even want her to say? Why did it even matter to him what her life was like anyways. They weren't friends. He was just some guy who happened to be a in a few of her classes and their parents worked together. How did that give him any right to butt in on her life.
She shakes her head with a small huff. ]
Why do you even care anyways? [ The next part is quiet, barely audible and she doesn't even mean to say it, it just sort of falls out. ] No one else does.
[Yeah, he is right. It isn't any of his business and he shouldn't have even come out here. He's an idiot, is what he is, and he needs to go. He really, really needs to go. The pause is long enough that Stiles wills himself to his feet, finally, and he shakes his head when he hears her ask why he even cares. Why does he? She's barely spoken two words to him before tonight. It's none of his business, and he shouldn't be wasting his time trying to dip into the pool of Way The Hell Out Of Your League, Bro.
So Stiles shrugs an apology and starts to walk away. He stops when he hears the addendum and looks back at her.]
Everybody else is a douchebag, Caroline. I care because...I just...I do, okay? Because you're better than that. You're a nice person [when she wants to be]; you're smart, and you're beautiful, and you don't deserve to stand around getting shit on all the time, but you do it, anyway. So...I care because somebody has to. You don't seem to.
[The words all tumble out in a frustrated jumble of word vomit; once he's started, he can't seem to make himself shut up until he's finished and by then, his face is red with embarrassment and his hands are shaking. Oh my God...
His eyes are wide and his jaw is flapping like he keeps meaning to say something, but nothing else will come out. Now, he can't find the words. Finally, he forces them out.]
I'm sorry. I'm...I'm really sorry, that was...wow. That was really rude and...I don't know...um, where that came from. I'm sorry. I'm going. I'm gonna go.
[ Caroline moves to get up herself when Stiles starts to walk away - figuring she should just go find Elena and tell her the party is bust and they need to go. But then Stiles turns and while she's not sure why exactly he does or what he's about to say, the last thing she expects is what she gets. She's barely heard the boy say more than a handful of words at time to her. Let alone anything close to what he just does. For a moment Caroline just looks at him. No one has ever said something like that to her. At least not with a but attached to it. Caroline knows what he says is true, she puts up with a lot of bullshit - but it's better than being alone so she takes it. The truth of it was, she doesn't think she deserves much more.
She swallows hard and bites her lip. What is she even supposed to say to that. Gee, Stiles, you're right, people suck and I take it thanks for the heads up? She blinks hard a few times and turns a little, she's not about to let Stiles of all people see her tear up. How is it some person she barely knows can actually say something nice to her but Matt can't even defend her when his mom calls her the rebound girl.
Caroline turns after a minute and narrows her eyes at Stiles. There's a part of her that wants to do nothing but hug him for actually saying something nice to her that doesn't come with strings attached to it. But she can't. She's not ready to admit that her life is a colossal failure and that she is deeply unhappy with it. That's not who she is. She's Caroline freaking Forbes and she's got everything, or at least that's the image she tries to maintain. ]
You know what, Stiles, you don't know anything about me. So stop acting like you do.
[ She shakes her head a little and goes to move past him. ]
[ It feels like it's happening both in fast forward and in slow motion, but either way, Stiles can't seem to stop it. He doesn't know where it comes from — he blames the beer and too much of it, at that — but when Caroline starts to move past him, he blocks her way and, even though every fiber of his being is telling him not to, his body moves on autopilot anyway. If he ever had a shot in hell before — which he didn't — Stiles was pretty sure this was going to put it to an official rest forever.
Before he could stop it, he'd leaned in, his hand moving to the side of her face to draw her in and he kissed her. The courage that took alone was incredibly out of Stiles's normal scope and so if that weren't enough, he shocked himself when he pulled back out of it to look her in the eyes. ]
I know that I would give anything to really know you...and I know that the people who do are pissing it away. I know that I've wanted to know you for years. I know that you're beautiful and I know that you're perfect in your own Caroline way and I know that the people around you don't see that. ...I know that I've seen it forever.
[ That's when he comes back into himself and his eyes widen. Jesus fucking Christ, did he actually just say all that? Did he actually straight up kiss Caroline Forbes, without asking, without any lead up, without her even showing an ounce of interest?
Stiles mentally braced himself for a slap across the face which, if you asked him now that he was a little more lucid, would be more than deserved. ...but he didn't apologize, because the words wouldn't come. ]
[ She doesn't move for the first moment when he kisses her, and it
takes her brain that split second to even catch up to what is going on.
Her body, however, seems to clue in quicker and her hands move to let her
fingers graze lightly against his chin before he pulls back. Her eyes are
wide as she presses her fingers to her own lips and shakes her head a
little. ]
You can't - [ She barely mumbles out before he starts speaking again
and she's just staring at him.
Her stomach is in butterflies as he speaks and she can't seem to sort out
that it's Stiles currently pouring his heart out to her and saying
all of these things she has always wanted someone to say to her. She's
never had anyone say anything like that to her and she doesn't even know
how to react. She mimics his earlier motion of starting to say something
and stopping. She's looking at him and for the first time she realizes,
she's really seeing him. Caroline can admit that she's never really given
a second thought to Stiles - but he's there now. He's successfully invaded
her thoughts and she's not sure if she wants to punch him - or kiss him.
So she opts for shaking her head a little again. ]
You can't - [ She repeats. ] Stiles I don't even know what
I'm supposed to say to that, I mean it's sweet and everything and God,
Stiles, how are you still single with speeches like that, but - [
She trails off for a moment. ] I have a boyfriend. I can't - you
can't do that. [ A short pause. ] I should - [ She
motions back towards the house. ] Go - yeah, go. I need to go.
[ She turns away from him and starts to walk off, pressing her hands
to her face and praying she can get rid of the flush that had come across
it before she runs into anyone. She knows she should keep walking but a
dozen or so paces has her turning back around for a moment. She looks at
Stiles for a moment before she mouths thank you and smiles, a real
actual smile, and then turns to walk back to the house. ]
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Haruka Nanase || Free! || OTA
Nezumi || No. 6 || OTA
Kuroko Tetsuya || Kuroko No Basuke || OTA
Ayase Yukiya || Okane ga Nai || OTA
Djem Ahmad | OC
Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy 7 Compilation | F/M
Darcy Lewis | MCU | M/F
Stefan Salvatore → TVD → m/m
characters with PBs only please.]Tenzou "Yamato" || Naruto
bruce banner | mcu | m/f
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Hazuki Nagisa \\ Free!
Rachel Conway | OC
Dukken | The Melancholy Fantastic
anders | dragon age
Not Akasha / SG Atlantis
Caroline Forbes | VDs | OTA
Pam Swynford De Beaufort | TrueBlood | OTA
Warren Peace | Sky High
stiles stilinski ✘ teen wolf ✘ ota
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Caroline grabs another drink from a passerby who offers and moves through the room. She slips out the patio doors and past the hot tub full of teenagers and walks towards a quieter spot with unoccupied chairs. She sighs and sinks down into one. ]
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Caroline Forbes is a cheerleader, though; she's popular. She's pretty. Well...she's beautiful. She doesn't know it, but she is. She's too cool for Stiles Stilinski, is what she is. Way out of his league. Always has been, always will be and Stiles knows it.
So he just admires her from afar. And maybe it's the beer that spurs him forward...it has to be, because he doesn't even realize what he's doing until he's already doing it. She passes him like he's completely invisible, taking the drink out of his hand even though he's not really offering it so much as getting ready to set it down, but he lets her because she's Caroline. Stiles sees her head outside and he's following her, he realizes belatedly, after pouring himself another drink.
But she settles herself into an empty chair surrounded by other empty chairs and he stops short, because...who the hell is he to approach Miss Mystic Falls? Except that his feet have already propelled him that way and before he knows it, he's sitting on the grass a little ways away from the chair in which Caroline has planted herself and he's pretending not to notice that she's there, but he can't not. This is the closest he's ever been to Caroline and he feels like he's going to throw up from the nerves. ...or maybe that's also the beer...he's had a lot.
Stiles's eyes shift in her direction and she just looks so fucking sad, which is the worst, because he thinks the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life is Caroline's smile. However seldom it seems to show itself these days.
His mouth opens and closes half a dozen times because he wants to say something, but he doesn't know what. "Hi?" "Hey?" "Are you okay?" — all of these things occur to him as legitimate possibilities, but he can't actually make himself say any of them. Until the word vomit takes over, because he saw it; he overheard some of it, and he can't stop the words once they start coming, so they just come.]
He's a jerk.
[He blurts it out, taking another drink in an attempt to shut himself up. It buys him a few seconds, but it doesn't stop him, no matter how much he wishes it would.]
You could do a lot better, you know?
[Like who? Like him? Stiles? That's laughable at best.]
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She's about to ask him if he's okay because he keeps just opening and closing his mouth - like he's about to say something but changing his mind and if she's honest it's kind of a little weird.
When he does speak she just about blurts out which one to his statement. Matt for being the special brand of "nice guy" who is still in love with her best friend. Tyler for being a complete jerk there to cut her down at any moment. Stefan for being yet another person who might as well be the president of the Elena Gilbert fan club. Or Damon for - well, no, she wouldn't touch that one. The holes in her memory surrounding Damon, the marks her body still bears and the general feeling of unrest and fear isn't something she wants to go into right now.
Caroline huffs a small laugh and looks down at Stiles. ]
What, like you?
[ It's a joke and lacks a tone of any real malice. The truth is Caroline isn't so sure he's right. She hasn't yet, so maybe that's a sign. Maybe Matt Donovan was as good as she got. And it was okay, sometimes. He was nice, he kept her company. They had fun. She takes a drink and offers Stiles a smile. ]
How's your night going, Stiles?
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...because it is.]
No, just...you know. In general.
[She asks how his night's going and all he can think is how badly he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Better about two minutes ago before I thought it'd be a good idea to come sit here. Like an idiot.]
It's going. I'm sorry yours looks like it could be going a lot better.
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She shrugs a little at Stiles' apology. She hates that she's that transparent right then - but she's just so sick of the same thing over and over. She's tired of living in a state of constantly shaking it off, pretending like her life was perfect and that she wasn't hurting. ]
It's fine, you don't have to apologize, you didn't do anything. [ Another drink, she smirks. ] Just - your gender sucks, Stiles. [ A small laugh though it's not really a laugh. ]
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Sorry.
[ It's all he can come up with even though it's stupid. He doesn't have anything to be sorry for. Stiles doesn't suck, he's pretty sure of it. At least, not the way she thinks. He's never had a girlfriend to treat like shit but he's pretty sure that if he did have one, he wouldn't be such a dick. ]
If he makes you so miserable, why are you even with him, anyway? You don't have to put up with that. ...and you shouldn't. Nobody should.
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It's not - I'm not miserable.
[ A small pause. ]
I'm with him because -
[ Because why - because Damon called her a useless, shallow, waste of space and Matt was there to sort of pick up the pieces? Because being half loved by someone was better than nothing at all? ]
He's not always a jerk, we just had a fight. Not that I really need to justify my relationship to you.
[ The last part was defensive because she was. Defensive was easier. ]
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But she's right and the defensiveness makes Stiles uncomfortable because he's screwing it up; he shouldn't be surprised. Stiles looks away again, embarrassed and humbled. ]
It's none of my business. Sorry.
[ He should go... He should really go.
...and yet he can't seem to make himself move. ]
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[ A small pause. She bites at her lower lip for a moment and looks over the lawn of the house. What did he even want her to say? Why did it even matter to him what her life was like anyways. They weren't friends. He was just some guy who happened to be a in a few of her classes and their parents worked together. How did that give him any right to butt in on her life.
She shakes her head with a small huff. ]
Why do you even care anyways? [ The next part is quiet, barely audible and she doesn't even mean to say it, it just sort of falls out. ] No one else does.
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So Stiles shrugs an apology and starts to walk away. He stops when he hears the addendum and looks back at her.]
Everybody else is a douchebag, Caroline. I care because...I just...I do, okay? Because you're better than that. You're a nice person [when she wants to be]; you're smart, and you're beautiful, and you don't deserve to stand around getting shit on all the time, but you do it, anyway. So...I care because somebody has to. You don't seem to.
[The words all tumble out in a frustrated jumble of word vomit; once he's started, he can't seem to make himself shut up until he's finished and by then, his face is red with embarrassment and his hands are shaking. Oh my God...
His eyes are wide and his jaw is flapping like he keeps meaning to say something, but nothing else will come out. Now, he can't find the words. Finally, he forces them out.]
I'm sorry. I'm...I'm really sorry, that was...wow. That was really rude and...I don't know...um, where that came from. I'm sorry. I'm going. I'm gonna go.
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She swallows hard and bites her lip. What is she even supposed to say to that. Gee, Stiles, you're right, people suck and I take it thanks for the heads up? She blinks hard a few times and turns a little, she's not about to let Stiles of all people see her tear up. How is it some person she barely knows can actually say something nice to her but Matt can't even defend her when his mom calls her the rebound girl.
Caroline turns after a minute and narrows her eyes at Stiles. There's a part of her that wants to do nothing but hug him for actually saying something nice to her that doesn't come with strings attached to it. But she can't. She's not ready to admit that her life is a colossal failure and that she is deeply unhappy with it. That's not who she is. She's Caroline freaking Forbes and she's got everything, or at least that's the image she tries to maintain. ]
You know what, Stiles, you don't know anything about me. So stop acting like you do.
[ She shakes her head a little and goes to move past him. ]
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Before he could stop it, he'd leaned in, his hand moving to the side of her face to draw her in and he kissed her. The courage that took alone was incredibly out of Stiles's normal scope and so if that weren't enough, he shocked himself when he pulled back out of it to look her in the eyes. ]
I know that I would give anything to really know you...and I know that the people who do are pissing it away. I know that I've wanted to know you for years. I know that you're beautiful and I know that you're perfect in your own Caroline way and I know that the people around you don't see that. ...I know that I've seen it forever.
[ That's when he comes back into himself and his eyes widen. Jesus fucking Christ, did he actually just say all that? Did he actually straight up kiss Caroline Forbes, without asking, without any lead up, without her even showing an ounce of interest?
Stiles mentally braced himself for a slap across the face which, if you asked him now that he was a little more lucid, would be more than deserved. ...but he didn't apologize, because the words wouldn't come. ]
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[ She doesn't move for the first moment when he kisses her, and it takes her brain that split second to even catch up to what is going on. Her body, however, seems to clue in quicker and her hands move to let her fingers graze lightly against his chin before he pulls back. Her eyes are wide as she presses her fingers to her own lips and shakes her head a little. ]
You can't - [ She barely mumbles out before he starts speaking again and she's just staring at him.
Her stomach is in butterflies as he speaks and she can't seem to sort out that it's Stiles currently pouring his heart out to her and saying all of these things she has always wanted someone to say to her. She's never had anyone say anything like that to her and she doesn't even know how to react. She mimics his earlier motion of starting to say something and stopping. She's looking at him and for the first time she realizes, she's really seeing him. Caroline can admit that she's never really given a second thought to Stiles - but he's there now. He's successfully invaded her thoughts and she's not sure if she wants to punch him - or kiss him.
So she opts for shaking her head a little again. ]
You can't - [ She repeats. ] Stiles I don't even know what I'm supposed to say to that, I mean it's sweet and everything and God, Stiles, how are you still single with speeches like that, but - [ She trails off for a moment. ] I have a boyfriend. I can't - you can't do that. [ A short pause. ] I should - [ She motions back towards the house. ] Go - yeah, go. I need to go.
[ She turns away from him and starts to walk off, pressing her hands to her face and praying she can get rid of the flush that had come across it before she runs into anyone. She knows she should keep walking but a dozen or so paces has her turning back around for a moment. She looks at Stiles for a moment before she mouths thank you and smiles, a real actual smile, and then turns to walk back to the house. ]