[ if billy had to guess, he'd have pegged stiles as an oreo guy, but even he has to admit at the risk of sounding like he's patting himself on the back, that the galaxy cupcake was pretty neat. very pretty, too, but he's always liked a space aesthetic.
it's probably kind of dumb to feel relieved over stiles' reassurance that he likes weird - not that he plans to be in the middle of any more incredibly uncomfortable and embarrassing situations or atmospheres, but it's nice to know that stiles won't be so easily chased away by billy's weirdness. they may have only known each other for a short time now, but billy already values stiles' friendship a lot.
or he did, until he suggests the idea of billy and logan hooking up. billy makes a weird, mostly-disgusted sound in the back of his throat, his face going through an array of different expressions, very similar to... kombucha girl. subjectively, he'd never sleep with logan. logan's way too old, and kind of a dick no matter what universe he comes from, and definitely wanted to kill him and his mom, once (not that billy's opposed to a good enemies-to-lovers). objectively - objectively, logan isn't exactly hard on the eyes, even with some grey peppered through his hair and his beard. he'll give him that.
he's also never gonna be able to look at logan again, so. thanks, stiles. ]
what!! he's like 300! and mean! oh my god? oh my god, okay. is that really what it seemed like? i'm gonna go walk into the forest and never look back. okay. okay, okay. listen. what i'm about to tell you is super embarrassing so i'm going to need you to pretend like it's not and definitely not point out how i'm a monumental idiot. i was there because he invited me to dinner. only not really? i guess he was trying to text someone else you, i'm assuming? idk anyway, he was trying to text Not Me but somehow he ended up getting me instead (i think something might have like messed up the cell signals for a minute or something because i got a couple weird, random texts from strangers, too, now that i think about it), and i just. the grocery store thing is true. that's where we met, and it was kind of awkward and stupid, and i thought maybe he was like reaching out to kind of smooth that whole thing over and make it water under the bridge or something so i didn't even question why he'd invite me, someone he doesn't actually know, or even how he managed to look me up since he never asked for my name at the supermarket - which is fine, you know, whatever. anyway. he told me to get there first (??? idk) and that i could just let myself in, so that's what i did even though it felt kind of weird surprise. strange kid hanging out in your living room, uninvited. and, well, i'm sure you can figure out the rest. i was just leaving to go lay face down in my bed and try not to die of embarrassment and humiliation and super secret rejection when you showed up. so. now you know. totally crashed your dinner party.
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it's probably kind of dumb to feel relieved over stiles' reassurance that he likes weird - not that he plans to be in the middle of any more incredibly uncomfortable and embarrassing situations or atmospheres, but it's nice to know that stiles won't be so easily chased away by billy's weirdness. they may have only known each other for a short time now, but billy already values stiles' friendship a lot.
or he did, until he suggests the idea of billy and logan hooking up. billy makes a weird, mostly-disgusted sound in the back of his throat, his face going through an array of different expressions, very similar to... kombucha girl. subjectively, he'd never sleep with logan. logan's way too old, and kind of a dick no matter what universe he comes from, and definitely wanted to kill him and his mom, once (not that billy's opposed to a good enemies-to-lovers). objectively - objectively, logan isn't exactly hard on the eyes, even with some grey peppered through his hair and his beard. he'll give him that.
he's also never gonna be able to look at logan again, so. thanks, stiles. ]
what!!
he's like 300! and mean!
oh my god? oh my god, okay.
is that really what it seemed like?
i'm gonna go walk into the forest and never look back.
okay. okay, okay.
listen. what i'm about to tell you is super embarrassing so i'm going to need you to pretend like it's not and definitely not point out how i'm a monumental idiot.
i was there because he invited me to dinner.
only not really? i guess he was trying to text someone else
you, i'm assuming? idk
anyway, he was trying to text Not Me but somehow he ended up getting me instead (i think something might have like messed up the cell signals for a minute or something because i got a couple weird, random texts from strangers, too, now that i think about it), and i just.
the grocery store thing is true. that's where we met, and it was kind of awkward and stupid, and i thought maybe he was like reaching out to kind of smooth that whole thing over and make it water under the bridge or something
so i didn't even question why he'd invite me, someone he doesn't actually know, or even how he managed to look me up since he never asked for my name at the supermarket - which is fine, you know, whatever.
anyway. he told me to get there first (??? idk) and that i could just let myself in, so that's what i did even though it felt kind of weird
surprise. strange kid hanging out in your living room, uninvited.
and, well, i'm sure you can figure out the rest.
i was just leaving to go lay face down in my bed and try not to die of embarrassment and humiliation and super secret rejection when you showed up.
so.
now you know.
totally crashed your dinner party.