IN HER HEART, THERE'S A HOLE
THERE'S A BLACK MARK ON HER SOUL
"How tall are you?"
"Why?"
"Oh, I just asked, so I know how long I should dig your grave."
EPISODE 9: PARTY GUESSED IX. BOTTLES AND BEAUTIFUL EYES
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I WAS SPINNING IN the chair I was sitting in, a bottle of vodka in my hand, as I take sips at intervals. The door opens, and someone yells in surprise.
"Aaahah." Stile screams, waving his arms around wildly. "Alex?"
"Stiles!" I yell happily, as I jump up and wrap my arms around his neck. He hugs back, confused. I pull away, kissing his cheek dramatically. "What are you doing here?" He asks me, as I sit back down. "I mean, I'm not complaining, it's just the front door was locked, so I just wanna know how you got in-" He cuts himself off, as he realizes I wasn't paying him any attention, and started to spin in my chair again. He steps towards me, and grabs the arms of the chair, to stop it from spinning, as he looks at me. "Are you drunk?"
"I wanna say no." I tell him, pinching his cheek. "But I honestly don't know."
"Is this your first bottle?" He asks, and I giggle.
"I lost count." I answer.
"Wow." He breaths out, as I stand up, and drink more. But he takes the bottle out of my hands, and I pout. "That is not good-"
"That is amazing!" I tell him, as I grab his shoulders, explain. "You see, I was sitting in my room, worrying and worrying and worrying." I say, with excessive hand actions, rolling my eyes. "About the mess I was in. But then I thought, what was better than worrying?"
I point at him, waiting for him to answer.
"I hope you don't expect me to answer that." He tells me.
I move forward, and put my hands on his cheeks.
"Drinking!" I tell him, and he gives me a sarcastic 'ah'. "Drinking is the best way to not think, and I need to not think, otherwise I will think about the thing that will make me overthink about the thing that I don't want to think about." He looks at me, his eyebrows raised, and he nods his head slowly. "And I don't know what you think, but I think that I should not think."
I fall back into his bed, sighing and he puts his hands on his waist, sarcastically nodding his head.
"Yes, completely agree." He mumbles, as I close my eyes, getting under the covers. "Totally understood that. No questions, no need for any follow-ups or further explanation-"
He once again, stops as he notices how tired I was, and how I was on his bed, close to sleep. He slowly walks over, and leans near the bed. I open my eyes, to see his soft smile, as he moves my hair away from my face.
"You should let your hair grow." I mutter.
"What?" I breaths out, softly, as his eyebrows furrow a little.
