so the weather in beacon hills today is kind of disgusting like seriously it's 33 degrees and raining what kind of cruel torture is that? 33 degrees and raining. someone's trying to kill me.
i have no idea if this is the right number but i'm gonna try it anyway, so here's your random weather update from middle of nowhere california, courtesy of stiles stilinski, meteorologist extraordinaire
i think i'd be a kind of awful meteorologist but w/e
[ For a long time, all Diana does is stare at her phone. How Stiles got her number, she doesn't know. But before she even sees his name, she knows it can't be from anyone else. Laura asks what's up, but she just shrugs it off like it's nothing. Just a wrong number. Pretends to delete it.
She saves it for a month.
Puts Stiles' number in her address book (007, for good measure).
my mom made a turkey and it's the most awesome thing i've ever eaten in my entire life i think i'm going to die from a food coma she said if you came back you were literally required to come to thanksgiving my mom's dangerous i'm pretty sure she knows kung-fu
[ A little jealous, and a little lonely-- she loves her sister, loves her more than anybody will ever understand-- Diana still can't help the fond smile on her face when she reads the text that buzzes her phone across the table while Laura is getting seconds.
She's pretty sure Mrs. Stilinski could beat everyone in Beacon Hills with one hand tied behind her back, and it would only be with disapproving looks and motherly disappointment. ]
today scott accidentally faceplanted into his mom's birthday cake it was the funniest goddamn thing i've ever seen in my entire life i laughed so hard i cried
[ When Laura gives her a suspicious look for laughing into the collar of her hoodie, Diana carefully tucks her phone between her chest and her knees where she's curled up in a chair of their apartment. The image is a little priceless, and she kind of needed that laugh.
[ After having spent five minutes leaning out the window to try and get a good picture of the snowfall on New York City, Diana eventually gives up from a combination of poor lighting on their street and the fact that the noise and pollution is giving her a headache. She has to close it, snuffling to try and get the smog out of her nose.
She never sends him a picture. Just hopes he and his mom have a merry Christmas. ]
[ There's the temptation to tell him to get his ass out of bed, he has to suck it up, but instead Diana tells Laura that she's not feeling that great (and knows that her sister will see through it easily). She curls up underneath her covers, slowly scrolling through the messages on her phone that she's saved. ]
[ Struck with something mixed with amusement and... she's not sure what it is, but it makes her clench her phone to the point that she can hear a small crackle as plastic is strained in her grip for a moment, Diana deletes the text immediately after she reads it and regains her composure. ]
[ There's a quiet part of the park, where not too many people go. She and Laura head there a lot on the full moons, but she goes during the day when the wind is chilly but the sun is warm. She takes her phone with her, just in case she gets any other texts or Laura decides to call her, and makes her way down to a stream.
It's no river, but she takes her shoes and socks off, rolls up her jeans, and wades through the water for a while. Though it's not the same, doesn't have the same ring of laughter or the raucous splashes, it's still something. ]
[ For about an hour, Diana sits on the fire escape and rubs her thumbs along the frame of her phone, looking down at all the messages in it. The most recent one tightens something in her chest, and she thinks about all the times she could have replied. Could have said something in response to whatever message he'd sent that day, that hour, that morning or night. And she could've sent her own texts to him instead, beaten him to a morning greeting-- she was up by four practically every day now anyways.
But she doesn't, even if this one asks her straight to her face--
Why don't you?
What would she even say if she did sent him a reply? If she did call him, or answer when he did? She'd been gone for so long, even if she still knew some part of Stiles through his texts, but she'd lost herself a long time ago. ]
[ Stiles has a great enjoyment of sending her random pictures, but some of them rank higher on her list of favorites than others. She can't help but smile down at her phone as the image loads, and she automatically swaps it out with the last photo that he sent her, setting it as her background with a quiet fondness. ]
[ That's so groan worthy she can't help but laugh.
And then she winds up laughing for about ten minutes over the stupidest things, as she remembers the hundreds of jokes that he told her over the years. ]
[ there's no text this time--just a photo of a tombstone, "selena stilinski, loving mother, teacher, wife", next to an almost identical one belonging to talia hale. ]
[ June 30, 2011 is the day that Diana decides that if there is ever a day that Stiles does not text her the moment he's awake, she's going to send him one herself. ]
scott came over and we lit fireworks off the roof it was really nice scotts the best friend in the whole world period exclamation point
he came over with a box of oreos and a stack of comic books taller than his face yesterday i think his mom's just letting him stay over as long as he needs too mrs mccall is pretty amazing too
[ Fireworks are too loud most of the time for her, but Diana thinks that maybe she wouldn't mind it so much if she was back in Beacon Hills and sitting on the roof of the Stilinski house with Stiles and Scott.
Especially if it meant that Stiles could forget things, for an hour or two. ]
[ A pang of empathy for Stiles hits her so hard that she has to sit down for a while, holding her mother's jacket to her chest as she tries to remember what it smelled like the day of the fire.
i miss you a lot did you get taller if you're taller than me that's not fair i've got a disadvantage it's like two am and i cant sleep so i'm gonna ask a ton of questions you usually didn't look too annoyed when you answered
[ Despite the skeptical look from Laura, Diana gets her sister to measure her in one of the door frames once she's home from work. Their parents used to do it for them, in the kitchen's doorway-- and their grandpa did it for their dad and his siblings in the doorway to the living room-- and it hurts, but it's just as nostalgic.
She almost, almost, texts Stiles with an answer of 5'7", once they figure out how to get the mark measured. ]
today's harry potters birthday mom used to read harry potter to kids at the library on the 31st i went over there to do it i don't think i can do it nearly as well as she did
[ Though it never takes much to get Laura to do something with her, especially when it comes to Harry Potter, Diana picks up the DVDs they have and inches into her bedroom, holding them up so that they're pressed to her nose. She feels five again, but she thinks maybe Stiles would appreciate her getting back in touch with it.
Even if it makes her miss him-- and Mrs. Stilinski-- even more for a day. ]
[ If she had her say in things early on, Diana would've picked Maine. There's a pack up there that their mother knew, and they would've welcomed them into their territory regardless of Laura's status as alpha. She would've gotten a lot of Stephen King jokes from Stiles, sure, but it would've saved her a lot of migraines and reclusive behavior on her part-- though the latter only slightly.
Despite the noise of people all around her, she decides she ought to visit the zoo that day. (Though she never sends him any of them, she takes pictures of every exhibit and display for him.) ]
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