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
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
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
[ 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).
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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