Rough Day [Stiles]

Stiles Stilinski
145 lbs of Pale Skin and Bone

Biography

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17

Student

Single

Cece

251 posts

Rough Day [Stiles] Aug 7, 2014 19:52:00 GMT

Post by Stiles Stilinski on Aug 7, 2014 19:52:00 GMT

Rough Day

Nodding at her, he pulled out his keys from his front pocket and quickly scanned the parking lot for someone, anyone really, but was glad to see the coast was clear. It made it so much easier to get out of there and not have to explain to the principle that they had decided to ditch school for the day. As he unlocked the car, he debated on texting Scott to cover for him if someone asked where he was by saying he got sick or something. It would be better than him just up right disappearing off campus. At least with the first option he had a chance of not getting in trouble because his dad was working late that day. He shivered a little when a cold breeze hit him and he remembered he had his gray stripped hoodie in the backseat of his car that he had left there last week.

“It's open.” Opening the back door he grabbed his hoodie and quickly slipped it on, reveling in the dryness of the sweater. He didn't regret giving Ayame his favorite hoodie though, she needed it more than him and it wasn't like he wasn't going to get it back eventually. “Yea it's a pretty good car. I had to fix it up a while ago when it broke down the road though.” The car was older than him, but only by a few years. It had actually been his mom's before everything had gone down hill and he could have sworn his dad had sold it, but on the day of his sixteenth birthday his dad had tossed him the keys and told him that it was his. Taking care of that car hadn't exactly been easy and she had suffered through many repairs in the recent year thanks to all the wolves that decided to use it as a chew toy, but Roscoe still worked, and for that, he was glad.

Stepping into the driver's seat he found the buttons that controlled the A/C and set it to a nice and warm temperature so that neither one of them would get sick. “Now I promise not to take you into the woods and kill you off but you gotta do the same for me.” He smirked and winked before turning his baby on, shifting the gear into reverse and getting the hell out of there. School was sorta fun and all, but he could only take so much before it really began to get on his nerves. It was the place where dreams went to die...okay he was being a little extreme. It wasn't that per say, it just wasn't a fun place especially when what he was known for was Scott's best friend. There had been a small time when he had been known as the hero from the lacrosse game but his fifteen minutes of fame had gone up and he went back into the shadows. Not that he would change being Scott's friend for anything, but it would still be nice to be known at school for something other than that.

Notes: i don't mind at all! x)
Tag;Ayame Moon

credit to Rach @ Delusional

Ayame Moon
The Moon Iris

Biography

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Sixteen

Student

Crushing

Sephy

223 posts

Rough Day [Stiles] Aug 8, 2014 16:09:41 GMT

Post by Ayame Moon on Aug 8, 2014 16:09:41 GMT

Ayame already had an idea of what she would say if anyone stopped them or found them. She would tell the truth, of course. She was distraught over what the Coach said in relation to her parents. Today was the day of the anniversary of their death. She needed the hell out and Stiles came to check up on her. Knowing that feeling, he decided to get her out of the school and take her somewhere where the two of them could talk about it and enjoy each other’s company because he felt her pain. If nothing else, it would at least get the two of them off of the hook. Stiles was just trying to be a good friend, and Ayame looked like a pitiful mess… Then again earlier she was a pitiful mess, but at least Stiles’ dad wouldn’t be angry with him. He would no doubt understand why his son did what he did, the school? Well...it wasn’t like students hadn’t ditched before. Hell, Stiles’ best friend Scott ditched class his freshman year for a girl’s birthday…or so Ayame had heard about anyway.

Stiles pulled Ayame from her thoughts when he told her that the door was open. She put her bag in the back like she had in Lydia’s car before she jumped into the passenger seat, grinning. He told her that it was a pretty good car. Apparently he had to fix it up a while ago when it broke down on the road though. Ayame nodded her head. ”Yeah, but all cars have the ability to do that,” she stated before she reached forward, gently running her fingers over the dashboard of the Jeep, as though she was soothing it. Ayame desperately wished that she had a car, but with finances the way that they were, she doubted that would ever happen. Just as she doubted college would ever happen should she not get a full ride or at least a scholarship to help her out. Still, she pushed those thoughts of finances away. She was only sixteen years old. Why should she worry about finances? She should be worried about other things like…a dance…or something idiotic like that.

The warm air from the vehicle’s air conditioner felt good on Ayame’s cool, wet skin. She snuggled more until the hoodie that she had been given, surprised that it was still dry. She didn’t think it would have been and he decided to ask Stiles if he wanted his hoodie back when she noticed he was wearing another jacket. She grinned before he looked over at her, his face serious, but his eyes shining with amusement. When Stiles told Ayame that he promised not to take her into the woods and kill her, but she had to do the same for him, she laughed outright with no inhibitions. After a moment she nodded her head. ”I promise not to take you into the woods and kill you, Stiles,” she said with a grin on her face. Stiles put the Jeep in gear and the two of them were off to this diner for these famous curly fries. Ayame hoped they were up to par.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 531
Notes; Weee! Now, continue or call it done? Up to you, lovey. It seems like a good stopping point, but if you want to keep it going, you clearly can. Aya and I don't object XD