#avoidcng

[ text: Dork #1 ] I’m gunna take a wild guess and say this is a ‘help I’m stuck on the toilet text’[ text: Dork #1 ] In that case[ text: Dork #1 ] I’ll be over in 10 with toilet paper[ text: Dork #1 ] The fact that this text didn’t faze me… scares me a lil

Lydia blinked her eyes at the shouting boy, stunned into silence. The red head wasn’t entirely sure what had spurred the compliment, as aggressive as it was. “Umm, well thanks? You’re not too bad yourself.” She smirked, offering him a wink.

TYTYTY SO MUCH. Going to gush about this for life. NO BUT. EXPLAIN TO ME AS TO WHY, WE DON’T HAVE 1000000 THREADS TOGETHER BECAUSE LORD. c'mere u. ;___; let’s send memes/starters/etc to each other from now on. [ attempts to intensify this friendship ]

Currently Doing That (lmao she wishes) Eagle #2...

Stunned by his words, the red head arched a brow at the boy.“Oh really?” She growled, defenses shooting up 20 ft tall. She didn’t need to explain herself. Lydia Martin would go out with whoever she wanted, not listening to this infuriating boy. Even if he was right, even if he was just looking out for her (which he clearly was), she didn’t want to hear it. “Well who is then, Stiles? You tell me.” The banshee challenged, propping her hands on her hips.

[text: Stiles] when was the last time YOU wore pants

Sitting up straighter, the red head turned to frown at the freckle scattered boy. “…So you’re…” The girl trailed off only to close her mouth when no resolve was made. “Nope, no I don’t understand. What are you getting at?”

A sharp sting struck across Lydia’s behind, causing her to squeal in surprise. Whipping her head to the side, rounded orbs locked onto the smirking man. “Hello to you too?” She stammered out, brow arching.