#bornwithbarbs

Felix was wandering about the town aimlessly, hoping to find a new hideaway spot or maybe a new cool little store that no one had heard of yet so he could explore it all for himself. He happened to find himself strolling down main street, looking into different store windows, but never actually entering any of the stores. However he also wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and accidentally ran into a person. His eyes widened in expression as the black haired girl fell to the ground. Reaching down to the ground, giving the girl a hand, he began to talk, “oh my god, I swear I did not mean to-” Once the girl’s hair fell back into place so her face was visible, Felix let out a low groan. “I should’ve known, Charlotte.”

Paige hadn’t realised she’d been caught until she was being spoken to. She froze, her little knife in hand as she stared at the other, swallowing thickly despite not really being all that nervous. She could take this person... Easy. Probably.

“Uh...” She straightened up, still half behind the beam they’d been passing, looking for all intents and purposes to be as innocent as they came. “I... I was hungry. You looked like you knew what you were doing, I thought... I just thought that if I followed you, maybe I’d find something to eat.”

Stiles hadn’t expected to be caught. He had a couple hours, he knew that. A couple hours before he was due to be back in the cells, waiting for Kai or maybe even Negan to decide what his punishment might be. But for now he was here, hidden away in Kellin’s bedroom where his own clothes had been drying from having washed them. He was snooping, honestly. Almost as though he was making the most of the time he had to find out everything he could about Kellin... about the guy he was falling for. It hadn’t taken long for him to find a shirt that smelled so much like the other it made Stiles’ eyes fill up with tears. He’d wasted no time in slipping it on, baggy on his body despite the fact they were the same height and size. Stiles had just lost so much weight...

As he heard the words, he spent a millisecond or two blinking back tears before he was turning to look at the other. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. It was cold, I was just waiting for mine to dry off. Sorry, I’ll take it off.” 

(Ngl, I think Kellin is adorable in a sort of fucked up way so hey, why not ;P)

Stiles swallowed, cheeks slightly pink and skin covered in a thin layer of dirt, blood and grime. He had no idea how it had come to this. How he was stood here, in front of someone who’d ensured his torture in the past, only to be told that.

“My bad, I didn’t know I was supposed to belong to someone.” Stiles answered, quirking his eyebrow, hiding behind his sarcasm as usual. In truth, it hurt. This entire situation hurt because in another life… another universe, maybe they could’ve had something. But it wasn’t that simple. Even if they tried… Even if they gave this a shot, one order from Negan and Stiles’ head would be on a spike at the front of the compound, or splattered all over the floor courtesy of Lucille. So as much as it hurt… as much as it tore out his insides, he needed to do this… “I think you should go.” 

@bornwithbarbs