CALL ME
send CALL ME for the first time my muse called your muse.
this is a first , he’s never called a guy up before. it’s usually the other way around or they’ll meet and they’ll talk and end up texting for a while but apparently, fangs was old school.
here’s my number , give me a call sometime.
yeah, great. that might work for you fangs but when you have the confidence of a popsicle stick, not that easy. it takes him several attempts just to dial the damn number and a further five to actually press call.
he can feel his heart in his throat as the ringer sounds, and he finds himself begging for fangs not to pick up. not because he doesn’t want to talk to him but because he’s afraid that when he had to he wouldn’t be able to.
forming words, what’s that again ??
the call is picked up and he waits a second or two , hoping and praying it’s voicemail but alas, the cute guy actually picked up his phone and now he has to say things. fucking fantastic.
“ uh, hi —– hi it-it’s stiles. the guy from the diner who spilled his coffee on you ?? still so sorry about that by the way … “
