SLOWLY BEING REWRITTEN!
People say we're products of our parents. that all of their good traits are passed onto us, that we pick up the bad traits along the way.
But what if our parents have no good traits? What does that make us?
Are we all bad?
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time of death
Stiles Stilinski lay in bed, tossing and turning, the way he had been for hours. He was restless, it wasn't for a lack of trying, he had maneuvered around the bed more times than he could count. He had flipped the pillows in the hopes that the cold side would help put him to sleep, he put his foot in an out of his duvet, wondering if it would make a difference. Every position. Anything. But the prognosis was that he wouldn't be sleeping tonight.
He turned over once again, and there she was, sleeping soundly. He wasn't surprised that Kinsey had no problem sleeping. She never did. She could lay in the most uncomfortable position in the most uncomfortable bed and still sleep like an Angel. On these nights when he couldn't sleep he often found himself admiring the brunette girl who often snuck in to sleep with him, it reminded him of what he had in his life, something, someone, who he was grateful for, if anything soothed him, it was knowing that he had Kinsey Argent. With a dim smile across his face, watching her, he shifted again, still trying to get comfortable only this time, it woke the girl up as she opened her eyes drowsily, asking him what was wrong.
He told her softly that I always sleep in the middle of the bed. Not anymore, she deadpanned before turning to face the other way, prepared to sleep soundly once again, intending to not wake up in time for their alarm in the morning, just the way she liked it. She could feel his stare on her back as she faced away from him, waiting for her to turn back around. With a small sigh, she did, with a smile across his face he welcomed her in with open eyes as she lay on his chest. It was peaceful for all of a minute until Stiles sat up with a groan, insisting that he had to be in the middle.
Kinsey groaned again as she proposed that they spoon. That he could do. He quickly settled into the bed again, acting as the big spoon to the brunette girl who curled up, it lasted a little longer than laying on his chest, long enough for her to slowly began falling asleep again, and Stiles was quiet, allowing her to think for a split second that he was finally ready to sleep. That lasted only a second longer before he began wriggling again, his arm moving behind her head as she sighed again. What now? She asked.
My arm's falling asleep. He told her. The brunette shoved him away, leaving him to flap around his sleeping hand so that she could get back to sleeping, alone. The two flipped, laying back-to-back. Kinsey was happy to stay like this, she was happy to have slept in any of the positions the two of them had tried, it didn't matter to her, when it came to sleeping she wasn't fussy like him. But even this wasn't good enough for Stiles.
A small sigh came from his mouth. "Well, I don't like this." He mumbled lowly.
"I'm going to kill you." Kinsey deadpanned.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry." The boy apologized as she turned back to face him. A small grin grew across his face as he scratched his head, waiting for her to take the hint. Kinsey rolled her eyes at him. Fine. She told him. Giddy like a little kid Stiles flipped back over, his back to the brunette as she wrapped him up in her arms, acting as the big spoon. "I think this is good." He insisted as the girl hummed, her hand resting on his back, already drifting away. With a little more adjustments, Stiles settled, content with their arrangement. "Yeah, this is good."
