you are in college
you are female
you have a pretty good idea of what you want to do with your life
you are short (under 5’4”)
you text a lot
you are single, but like someone
you like a lot of different kinds of music
you are close with your mom
you don’t have a job
you have a horrible fear of bees
you have quite a few guilty pleasures
you don’t have many scars
you stay up late
you dye your hair
you enjoy iced coffee
you drink occasionally
you like to shop
your grades are fairly good
you are lazy
you prefer facebook to myspace
you are paranoid
you have a dog
you would consider going to law school
you would consider plastic surgery of some kind
you are somewhat superstitious
your first name is short (4 letters or less)
you have/had a piercing other than ears
you are not very athletic
you watch a lot of television
you also read a lot
you get nervous easily
you have blue eyes
you are disorganized
you feel that you are friendly
you donate time or money to charitable organizations
you don’t hear very well
you are pale
you have a tumblr
people ask for your advice
you also ask for advice a lot
you like sushi
you’ve been out of the country
you have a food allergy
you sleep with a stuffed animal
summer is your favorite season
your birthday is in the spring
your parents are divorced
you have moved multiple times
people think you are funny
you have a weird sense of humor
you carry a purse
you think a lot
you seem shy, but only when you first meet someone
you like parties
something on your body hurts right now
you have a sensitive nose
you often have strange dreams
you are a bit on the hyper side
[Aw, I hope everything gets better for you, anon! Have some fluffy Sterek at an amusement park. Six Flags, to be accurate, but that’s just me having some weird nostalgia about rollercoasters.]
Stiles’ phone is out of battery and there are still a ton of people ahead of him for Goliath. He shifts his weight to his feet, eyeing the bodies in front of him, snaking around and around and around this wretchedly small waiting area. Scott and Allison are off winning cute stuffed animals for each other, and apparently no one else wanted to wait the two hours for only the most amazing ride in the park.
Whatever. Stiles can do it, he can entertain himself while he waits for the rollercoaster. He just passed a sign that said “Estimated Wait Time: 30 Minutes” so it’s not that much longer.
"Singles! Anybody single?" a ride operator calls out.
Stiles is about to snort and say that his relationship status isn’t any of their business when he realizes what they mean. He jumps up and down, waving his hand. “Yes! Me! Totally single and ready to mingle! I mean, for the ride. Yes,” Stiles announces.
He gets a few weird looks from his ride-waiting neighbors but he feels the sweet, sweet, envy when he follows the ride operator to the very front of the line.
Stiles’ heart is beating in rapid anticipation as they take him straight to the coaster where all the other passengers are in their seats and strapped in. “Here you go,” the ride operator says, gesturing towards and empty seat.
"Yesss, Goliath, only the best rollercoaster in this damn park," Stiles says gleefully, plopping into the plastic seat. "Hi there," he says, waggling his eyebrows to his incredibly hot seat-mate.
The woman in the row in front of him whoops in agreement as Stiles flips the harness down in front of him and it locks in place.
She turns and says, “It’s not too late to chicken out, Der-bear,” smirking at Stiles’ seat-companion.
Der-bear, who has his jaw set in a grim line, says, “Never.”