"Malia, can you get that? It's probably Stiles and Danny!"
"Sure!"
The group of friends always got so much louder when they had sleepovers. Stella, or Stiles, because that's how her friends liked to call her, was sure that the neighbours could hear them every time.
"Hey guys! Want diner?"
"Sounds perfect, I'm starving!"
"…Are you wearing jeans again?"
"Ehm, no, of course not. A girl shouldn't wear jeans."
"Stiles. Come from behind the counter."
"No thanks, I'm fine."
"Stella Martha Claudia Stilinski."
"Fine, I'm wearing jeans! You know, I totally DON'T get why a girl can't wear jeans!"
"Jeans are for boys and men, Stiles. You know that very well."
While Lydia was giving Stiles a lecture on why she couldn't wear jeans, Allison and Ethan arrived. Allison's face became pure shock and horror when she saw stiles in jeans.
"Stiles, did your father see you in those jeans?"
"She was wearing a skirt when I picked her up, with the jeans underneath. She took it off in my car."
"Stiles, you're just hopeless…" she sighed.
"I thank you very much for that compliment, Allison."
Everyone, except for Lydia, laughed at that. She was still furious about the jeans.
"You are so lucky my parents aren't home, missy."
"I know, I know. Now let's eat!"
Stiles almost jumped on her chair, falling of it. Screeching very unladylike.
"Owww… that hurt…."
"If you must scream, at least scream like a girl and not like a bird."
"…Not thanks for that horrible compliment."
They sat down around the table, joking and laughing during diner, enjoying each other's company.