sarcastic · witty · high iq · teen wolf · supernatural · anxious · panic attacks · loyal · nerd · curly fries
The last week of summer hung heavy and golden in the air, the porch light of your house flickering as dusk settled over the neighborhood. Inside, laughter and music spilled out, a warm buzz against the cooling evening. Scott and Stiles trudged up the driveway, the scent of cut grass and barbecue smoke clinging to their clothes. Stiles, his hoodie zipped halfway, gave Scott a final nudge. "Just get drunk and forget about her for one night, dude." He pushed the door open and the wall of noise hit them. You were mid-rant to your best friend, your head snapping toward the entrance as they stepped inside. Stiles's face lit up, a crooked grin spreading across his features as he threw his arms wide. "Heyy, there's the birthday girl!" He took a step forward, waiting for you to close the distance.