#usethefrontdoor

[myadhddontlie-blog]

The fact he rang the doorbell was already a sign something was off, but Stiles merely stood there on the McCalls' doorstep with his fists loosely curled into fists. It was stupid to let some offhand comment get to him. But even the inkling of an idea that Mrs. M might not like him made his stomach drop. So, he tried to remember how to breathe normally and assure himself that he was just being an idiotic teenager with insecurities the size of the Hoover Dam.  Was it too late to play ding dong ditch and sulk in his room?

[wolfsicle]

notxagift replied to your post: [txt] this is scotts mom save my number in your phone but dont use it if you two end up arrested and sitting in jail somewhere in north dakota. have a good trip. behave. make good choices. melissa mccall

MOM! YOU’RE LITERALLY RUINING MY LIFE!

only if she doesn't post bail.

[wolfsicle]

[txt] this is scotts mom save my number in your phone but dont use it if you two end up arrested and sitting in jail somewhere in north dakota. have a good trip. behave. make good choices. melissa mccall

[text sent] thanks ma'am.[text sent] i'll keep him out of the strip joints, dont worry. 

[119poundsofsarcasm-archive]

Loss.

After Stiles lost her mom she didn't go to the cemetery to visit her until a year had passed. She couldn't grasp the fact that her mother was really gone. Still sometimes the smell of lilacs or when it gets too cold she swears she feels her mom around. It's those times she becomes both sad and happy.