"what’s that?" your mother asks as she catches a glimpse of teen wolf on your computer.
"oh, it’s this show about werewolves," you say, "it’s kind of goofy but it can be really good—there’s action, mystery, horror—"
there’s a knock at the door. it is tyler hoechlin, shirtless and panting like he’s run here. “—comedy,” he says breathlessly, eyebrows judging you slightly for not mentioning this yourself. ”stiles.”