[ it's the tenth, when billy finally gets any kind of acknowledgment from stiles about his cupcakes - or maybe it's the eleventh, by the time billy reads the following text, given that stiles sends it out a few minutes shy of midnight. he spent tonight with logan and billy, awkward moments all evening punctured by stupid commentary from stiles that probably hurt the atmosphere more than helped it. he tried his best to make things-- casual and easy, once he realized that something was up between billy and logan, but maybe things didn't work out that way in the end. stiles is always just a little bit too hard on himself to know when he's enough instead of too much.
and stiles hasn't known what to think about the cupcakes, either. it's been a bit of a rollercoaster. between being unable to read the cards, at first, and getting paranoid that the cultists around town had moved on from pies to more sugary confections, he'll admit that he got off on the wrong foot with them - but he came good. once the rain hit him this morning that everything started feeling lighter. he was being paranoid over fucking cupcakes. he didn't need to be. ]
Hey.
[ stiles is texting. not a big deal, for most people, but for him - it's been a while since he's been able to put his thumbs to his phone and tap out a message, rather than just dictate what he wants to say to deerington's siri equivalent. he's been having a good day - the best day he's had since he arrived. billy's a huge part of why. ]
I really enjoyed seeing you tonight.
[ there's a pause. billy gets to see stiles typing, backspacing, and typing again. he keeps deleting what he wants to say and starting over. it lasts for... minutes. ]
My birthday's on the eighth! You overshot by a day, sucker. Thanks for the extra cake. You really didn't need to send me these. You didn't even need to remember my birthday was coming up, let alone, like - take a wild stab at when. This was really sweet, though. It's been a pretty great week because of you.
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and stiles hasn't known what to think about the cupcakes, either. it's been a bit of a rollercoaster. between being unable to read the cards, at first, and getting paranoid that the cultists around town had moved on from pies to more sugary confections, he'll admit that he got off on the wrong foot with them - but he came good. once the rain hit him this morning that everything started feeling lighter. he was being paranoid over fucking cupcakes. he didn't need to be. ]
Hey.
[ stiles is texting. not a big deal, for most people, but for him - it's been a while since he's been able to put his thumbs to his phone and tap out a message, rather than just dictate what he wants to say to deerington's siri equivalent. he's been having a good day - the best day he's had since he arrived. billy's a huge part of why. ]
I really enjoyed seeing you tonight.
[ there's a pause. billy gets to see stiles typing, backspacing, and typing again. he keeps deleting what he wants to say and starting over. it lasts for... minutes. ]
My birthday's on the eighth! You overshot by a day, sucker. Thanks for the extra cake.
You really didn't need to send me these.
You didn't even need to remember my birthday was coming up, let alone, like - take a wild stab at when.
This was really sweet, though.
It's been a pretty great week because of you.