reckless writing

The house was quiet, almost too quiet. Her stomach was already in knots just from being away from her childhood home, and to top it off Isabel’s parents were away for the weekend on business. Since they moved to town a few weeks ago, Izzy hadn’t seen much of them. Busy with their new Law Firm, no doubt. She rolled her eyes. First they moved her to the middle of nowhere, then they left her alone while they threw themselves into their work. Typical. It was getting real old, real fast. Even her dorky brother was out with his newly made friends. Was she this pathetic? Apparently. 

━ jake didn’t give his card out all too often, but even when he did - he rarely heard from them. so when maria had called, he certainly hadn’t been expecting it. currently off duty, it didn’t matter, he made his way over to the address that she gave him as quickly as he could. other than that, he hadn’t been able to make much sense of her words.

as he climbed out of his truck, he took an extra moment to scope out the area. when he didn’t see anything suspicious, he made his way to the front door and rapped his knuckles against it.“it’s me,” he paused when she croaked out her words. “it’s jake,” he clarified.

Instantly she jumped up off of the floor, hurrying over to the door. Her fingers found the lock, clumsily fiddling with it until she heard a pop, indicating she finally had it unlocked. She swung the door open while attempting to collect herself. 

“Your brother can’t be that much of an orc.” Scott pointed, unable to think about rolling his eyes. Think, not do. He had enough control over his body language to avoid it. Even if he knew he could perfectly do so, his eyes were covered by dark sunglasses after all. “I understand the fear, but do you think he’ll be mad at you for taking a decision about your future? That doesn’t say much good about him, does it?

As he watches her go on from a little laugh to a horrific realization, Stiles’ face twists in a poor attempt at keeping a smile off his face with her outburst.  Truthfully he didn’t know much about Pam Macy.  Stiles liked to think himself more observant than most but there was usually a note to be made, or a prompt for him to do so.  A girl with an annoying laugh and bright lipstick wasn’t on his radar.  “I think your laugh is fine,” he replies with a chuckle of his own.  “Lipstick is like a one layer thing though, isn’t it? How do you wear too much lipstick?”

“I never have a reason,” Amanda replied with a smile. “I just like being in your bubble, best friend.” She gave a playful wink.

“what? you dont count demon killing a date?” he asks, gesturing to the black ichor that stains his pants and boots. the joking look on his face vanishes. “i know clary, but there isn’t currently a lot more that i can do, that i’m not already doing.”

It isn’t quite what he might have expected, but it was better than dead pets.  Processing and debating how to respond, for a moment Stiles only blinks at the girl.  “That…Sucks, dude.”  Quite the understatement as well, Stiles thinks, though she truly didn’t seen that torn up about it.  “To be fair, y’know that probably says more about him and his taste than you.  Minus the fact he chose you first… You can tell me to shut up any time now, by the way.”

Was Maria Deluca dramatic? Absolutely! She was also irrational, immature, and a little defensive. She was also terrified. And that was something she did not take lightly. When she’d taken out her cell phone and called Jake Riley, she was a babbling mess. She was terrified of her own shadow ever since her ex boyfriend had roughed her up a bit, and scared was something she was not used to.