Apr 27, 2013
The fact he rang the doorbell was already a sign something was off, but Stiles merely stood there on the McCalls' doorstep with his fists loosely curled into fists. It was stupid to let some offhand comment get to him. But even the inkling of an idea that Mrs. M might not like him made his stomach drop. So, he tried to remember how to breathe normally and assure himself that he was just being an idiotic teenager with insecurities the size of the Hoover Dam. Was it too late to play ding dong ditch and sulk in his room?
