#inthedarkgilbert

[sparkinghumanity-blog1]

[ Being surrounded by obscenely hot people on a regular basis has led to Stiles developing somewhat of a tolerance to excessive attractiveness as a defense mechanism.

       However, it chooses now, probably the worst moment ever--thank you, survival of the fittest--to desert him. ]

       He-- hi. 'Sup.

     [ He tries to recreate the suave head-nod he's seen Jackson use without fail throughout the years. Mimicking the King of the Douchebags isn't his finest moment, but for better or worse, he fails to execute the move properly anyway. 

       At least this fills his quota of public humiliation for the day. ]

[queenof-mysticfalls-blog]

Inthedarkgilbert

Elena's room didn't change, no matter what else did. Caroline looked at the pictures scattered about the room in frames and pinned to bulletin boards. Pictures of Elena and Matt or Elena and her siblings, Jeremy and Margaret, weren't hard to find. However, the room was mostly covered with pictures of Caroline, Elena and Bonnie- at the mall, at cheer, and way back at middle school graduation. Caroline checked her watch. Elena should be here soon; they were going to get lunch before cheer practice, so the blonde had let herself into the Gilbert home to wait. It wasn't as tiresome as it sounded. She enjoyed the reminiscing.