When Stiles picked up her phone, she was expecting a message from any number of people. Scott, Allison, Kira. Her Dad. The one person she hadn't been expecting to hear from was Derek. From the laundromat. At least, not since getting her laundry basket back -- which had been done via his sister, like he'd said.
She didn't reply straight away, not sure how to or what that even meant. It was so out of the blue that-- well. What was she supposed to think? Should she even think anything? The answer to that one was probably no. She'd be stupid, however, no to answer. Even if he was asking for some mundane reason and not anything she should get her hopes up over.
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Date: 2015-03-01 11:29 pm (UTC)She didn't reply straight away, not sure how to or what that even meant. It was so out of the blue that-- well. What was she supposed to think? Should she even think anything? The answer to that one was probably no. She'd be stupid, however, no to answer. Even if he was asking for some mundane reason and not anything she should get her hopes up over.
don't have plans. why?