"what’s that?" your mother asks as she catches a glimpse of teen wolf on your computer.
"oh, it’s this show about werewolves," you say, "it’s kind of goofy but it can be really good—there’s action, mystery, horror—"
there’s a knock at the door. it is tyler hoechlin, shirtless and panting like he’s run here. “—comedy,” he says breathlessly, eyebrows judging you slightly for not mentioning this yourself. ”stiles.”
"put these masks on? cool I better kiss my friend"
"you’re taking a photo? cool I better shove my crotch into the back of my friend’s head"
"we’re in the middle of an interview? cool I better ask my friend if he wants a blowjob"
"how many girlfriends? cool just define that for me thanks"
"you googled couple tattoos? I definitely didn’t think I wanted tattoos but look at this ship and compass"