It already had been more than six weeks since the semester had started and where she sat next to Stile in last class on early Friday afternoon, psychology, and they had not spoken one word with each other ever.
It definitively would have been several more six weeks till they would change a first word if it wasn't for stupid Gerald to break up with her after one fucking year because 'he wasn't sure anymore'. Dump Asshole.
This was the day she learned, that the psychology room was always open and empty up to one hours before their class, and nobody except this Stiles seem to know this, because he was the only one she found in there – 45 minutes before class, with a veggie burger and two boxes of curly fries as lunch meal.
And she really must have looked horrible wrenched down, because the first thing he did, after she sat on her usual place, right next to him, in this empty lecture hall, more than half an hour before class – was to hold up the paper box in his hand. "Fries?"
(It wasn't even a few days later, when she learned, that he would never share his fries under normal circumstances. Ever.)
Nevertheless it started something. And if they didn't got the never dying special awesome movie friendship, she maybe wanted to have, she learned pretty fast that she was the only person Stiles started to bound with at this College.
His days where pretty loaded with a big amount of classes – that doesn't even fit to each other, like forensic sciences and animal biology? - night and extra shifts at the campus Burger place and home weekends every week, but anyhow they made it and spent not just time but lots of time together. So she didn't really wondered one Friday class, how they got even that close, he knew everything about her, even that her new boyfriend would be an idiot as well.
"You can't say when you haven't met him yet!" she proclaimed loudly, when he again told her, not to become that attached to this guy.
"Believe me, I can. Of what you are telling, he is the same idiot like Gerald and Mike and Roddy and – what was his name? Max?" "-Moritz!" she protested! He was a german exchange student. "- And Franky and Miles and Peter and Paul and Mary and all the other oh so cute single students you already met at this campus. Stop looking around for freshmen under your age and start to date real men." Stiles stated without even reacting to her subliminal suggestion, in particular to bringing him to a double date on Saturday, for introducing said new boyfriend.
"But he looks so cute..."
"Small sheep are cute as well, but that won't stop us to eat lamp stew anyway, right?"
After this they stayed silent for several minutes. Stiles completing his notes from the black board and she stared at him like her pure will could change his mind.
"Not even one date? Look, I would believe your opinion more, if you really got to know him – and I could get to know your girlfriend!" she tried a last time, peaceable.
But Stiles declined again: "Sorry. Driving home in the next hour, you know. My Dad needs me and the Sour- I mean - my friends – are planing for a party tomorrow night."
And that was it till Monday.
Hey there! :)
I really don't know what this will become, but I thought to start it just because. ;)
I know my english is worst that worse, - and it's obviously not beetad - but I allways will believe that the story is the important thing, not the stile of writing, right? XD
Well... yeah... Stiles is a little bit OOC, but I hope, I will catch him better next chap.
Nevertheless: what do you think?
Read you later
akira