But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard,
Said, no more counting dollars
We’ll be counting stars (x)
"I have plans for us you know," Stiles whispered into the darkness, voice thoughtful with the pleasant hope in his smile.
"Oh yeah?" Derek prompted, scooting a bit closer to him on the rooftop of Stiles’ home.
Stiles sighed, watching his breath form into the small of fog before it disappeared. It was a crisp autumn night, but early enough that the summer warmth still hung in the air.
"I want to go to college, probably for criminology, become a detective or something… and I want to live with you."