Jul 1, 2013
(sms): hey scotty boy
[TEXT TO STILES STILINSKI]; Hey. Where have you been?
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(sms): hey scotty boy
[TEXT TO STILES STILINSKI]; Hey. Where have you been?
(txt): dad funded a shopping spree at victoria's secret. (txt): see you when you get here.
[TEXT]; By "funded" you really just mean he gave you money and you just happen to go to Victoria's secret.[TEXT]; Is your front door open?
(txt): if you drop by now you can see me in my underwear before we leave (txt): ;)
[TEXT]; I'm surprised you have any left after the last time I was there.[TEXT]; On my way.
(txt): I'm training for roller derby this time. I figure if you guys are out doin' your thing, I can do mine.
[TEXT]; And I thought you just wanted to laugh at me for the hell of it.[TEXT]; Picking me up or should I drop by your house?
(txt): wanna go roller skating?
[TEXT]; I thought you got enough of my bad skills of skating in general.
"Yeah. He took me to Sweden." She hummed at the nuzzle, kissing at Scott's forehead. "But I missed you. So, so much." She kissed his forehead again. "You didn't go and get a new girl while I was gone, hm?"
Any anger or fight in him dissipates as limbs melt under the affection. Scott smiles against her soft jaw, pressing kisses onto her chin and sighs warmly, fingers clinging to the fabric of her shirt, "No. I missed you too much to even think of trying."
"Not much. Lunchtime, is all." She flashed him a grin.
"What's on the menu today?" He asked her with a quirked eyebrow.
"Heeey, Isaac."
"Hey Red, what's up?"