#v:tbt

     “You know, I’m really glad that you’ve come into your own. Totally. No bullshit, but I’m still warning Fred that you’re a terrible kisser, so I hope you’ve been practicing.”

         It’d been a couple weeks since Curran had moved to Beacon Hills and honestly he’d fit right in there. Admittedly stuff had been rough back at home, trying to keep his powers a secret and under control was beginning to get tiring. Needless to say, when his family had gotten offered a job closer to family his parents had jumped at the chance. Apparently it was getting more difficult to make excuses at his former school as to why people would suddenly trip or fly back whenever Curran’s temper flared. One of the best parts about moving though? Stiles, a nerdy guy his age that the warlock couldn't seem to get out of his mind or stay away from. He was cute, sexy, and he easily made the magic user laugh without really trying. 

               Plus that blush he would get whenever Curran grinned and walked by was quite intoxicating to say the least. Granted being cousins with Lydia Martin brought along it’s own set of problems...being expected to hang out with the “popular people” Screw that shit, all they talked about was how rich their family was or what latest bullshit gossip was going on. Now here he was, the redhead leaning lazily up against the others locker before a confused look crossed his face after having asked him out. “What? No of course I’m not joking. Go out with me, Stiles.” 

     It had been some time since that had been an issue, however, and currently the only thing she was regretting was that she’d fallen ill during one of his long weekends in Sunnydale. Buffy was also rather alarmed by the spread of food on a tray he’d settled on her lap. What was it? Feed a fever, starve a cold. Clearly he was taking that old adage to heart.

     “I can promise the toast and the banana, maybe the eggs, but don’t you think the rest is overkill?”

“I rolled ‘em this morning. Help yourself, Monty and I might have perfected this one.” The smoke billowing from his lips, crossing his legs as he looks up at her. “If that doesn’t fix your fancy, I got more. Always free for you.”