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charlotte, oh bb I miss you too! I still see you on instagram from time to time and i’m like theres my lil sis doin so well. I am proud of u

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Okay so I’m changing my url, something I’ve been wanting to do for over a year since my life had been taken over by Jenna Coleman. 

“Please don’t be mad at me.” Scott whispered as he leaned over Elsa, stooping down to place a gentle kiss against her cheek, softly rousing her from her sleep. 

“Mmm-already mad.” She mumbled sleepily. Though the small smile that lit up her face said otherwise, it was a well known fact that Elsa Kirsch didn’t do early mornings - especially after late nights. 

She felt Scott moving in the bed and rolled onto her other side, watching him carefully as he stretched his arms lazily and then scrambled to find a fresh pair of pants. “Where are you going it’s like...” she glanced towards the window above the headboard, sunlight streaming through. “...early..ish.” 

“Stiles.” Scott said as though it were explanation enough, which in part it was. Elsa rolled her eyes, sitting up in the bed and pulling the covers up against herself, very much aware that she was wearing absolutely nothing. Their alcohol fused evening had become a hazy morning, and the confidence she’d exuded the night before had long since dissipated. 

“Do you have to go?” She pouted her bottom lip. 

Scott glanced over his shoulder towards her, and smiled. He’d seen her first thing in the morning before, but not like this, not after a night like last night. Her hair stuck up at peculiar angles, and her eyes were hooded with lack of sleep, but to him she looked positively gorgeous. “I wish I didn’t have to.” He said truthfully.

Elsa reached out towards him, and he took her hand in his. The moment she had hold of him she pulled him towards her, crashing her lips against his. They kissed like that for some time before Scott re-positioned himself on the bed and deepened the kiss.

In the pocket of his jeans on the floor Scott’s phone rang. 

STILES CALLING

He let it go to voicemail.