Erica Reyes. I have beautiful everything. 17 or whatever. Female, duh. Blonde, brown eyes. Sass. Werewolf type. No longer a loser. { Independent roleplaying account; Sterica shipper, sorrynotsorry. Tracking: #bouncingblondecurls }
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"Y-You do....?" She looked at Stiles, "There's no way I would ever get rid of you..."
"I think I’m falling in love with you. "
”-… What?”
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"I'm completely, damn positive about that."
"I think I’m falling in love with you. "
”-… What?”
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"Uh.. Yeah.."
"I think I’m falling in love with you. "
”-… What?”
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Uh. Um.." Erica rose an eyebrown, "Can I- Can I help you, Stiles?" She looked over at Stiles, who had sat down next to Erica. Not to mention: Uninvited.
"This seat taken? No, good," Stiles didn’t allow them time to answer as she plopped down next to them and sat her bag down beside herself.
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{ O P E N }
"I hate these family holidays... I hate them so much."
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"Okay, good. Lead the way!" She grinned.
"Great, let’s get going!"
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"Um, yes. I could definitely go for some food right now.."
"Ugh, I’m hungry, can we go get some burger and curly fries?"
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[ Christmas was just around the corner, and usually Erica wouldn't excited, but for one, Erica would be spending it with somebody. Since Erica's family was always so busy, parents working and all, she decided on going over to Stiles' house to celebrate instead. She knocked a few times -- lightly -- on the front door, all bundled up and such. ]
'Tis the season { Closed }
[ ♔ Christmas. Hell yeah. Stiles smiled, standing on his tip toes as he hung up the mistletoe. This is gonna be awesome, dude. ]
[ ♔ Stiles smiled at his work, the house looked awesome. He looked over at the presents under the tree. Sweet. He was glad everyone had decided to come over to his house for Christmas. It was good to take a break away from all the craziness. ]
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"I don't think so, though, Lydia. I've know you since, what? The first grade? And before you dropped me to be popular, we were best friends. So, no, I don't think you were lying."
"Well I was lying Erica, God. You had to know about it okay?, stop asking"
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"Um, well, first off: you told me that you did just last night. And what? Now you don't? What the hell, Lydia?"
"What make you think I care?"
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She laughed softly at his humor and smiled at him, "I should probably do the second option, shouldn't I? Ya'know, maybe I could be normal for one..." She nodded. "Well, that part he can't really control... And I'm not gonna lie, I kind of like the hyper active part of him. I don't think I, or anybody else, would want it any other way.."
"You could always just do it the werewolf way and climb through his window and be creepy. Or you could be normal and use a door when he’s home." He suggested, though most of it was teasing "Yeah, I think Stiles gets most of it, but I’m the one who can sit still, so I think that’s better."
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"Yeah... You're right... I just don't know how to approach him after that day.." She replied softly. "Yeah... All Stilinski's are. I've noticed that.." She smiled for second, nodding along with him.
"If he gets hurt then he gets hurt. Things happen, we can’t keep everyone safe all of the time, even though we wish we could." He nodded, smiling some "Of course he’s strong, he’s a Stilinski."
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She bit her lip and looked at him, "But if he were to get hurt while protecting me... Or being around me... I don't think I could deal with that." She paused, then continued, "But you're right... He is strong."
Stuart’s expression softened “He’s one tough bastard, he would be okay if you two hung out for a while, I’m pretty sure. If he gets hurt then there’s always equal blame Erica, it couldn’t be just your fault.”
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OOCURLS;
omfg. I forgot to put on anon /.\ I feel stupid......
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"I, uh.. I miss him, too. Even though I don't show it... I do.." Her words started to trail off, "I just- I don't want him to get hurt, only to find out that it could be my fault if he ever does get hurt. Ya'know?"
He shrugged “He’s been alright, he’s been kind of all by himself lately, but he’s been pretty happy with his movies and comic books and games. Yeah, he misses you.”
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Erica smiled softly at him, "How is Stiles...? I mean, I haven't seen or spoken to him since... The day in the library..." She stared off into the distance, remembering it vividly.
"Yeah, I’ve noticed, Stiles has been in some compromising situations. Well, you guys are werewolves, danger kind of comes with it. Definitely, you can’t die, especially before you get your driver’s license.”
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"Yeah... If you haven't noticed, Derek's pack in particular brings trouble... That would be including me...But that isn't the point. I don't want to, ya'know, die. I'd like to at least get my driver's license first." She chuckled, softly, once again.
"Well he isn’t, though spending too much time with him drives you crazy, I’m sure Scott would know all about that." He nodded, getting why "Yeah, that’s understandable, safety first."
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