I wish you would write an outsider POV Sterek, maybe from their neighbor's POV?
This is embarrassing.
Holy, fuckmuffins, this is embarrassing. She should not do this. She should turn around and go back home. She should just be at home. Forever. She can order groceries from Amazon and socialize with people over the internet and she thinks she could be very happy to just live at home. It would be fun.
Also, she would be alive. Because she is not sure she will be after all is said and done.
She gets to their door and then seriously considers just turning around. It would make her a fundamentally bad person but she could be okay with that.
No she can’t.
She takes a deep breath, wishes that Jenny wasn’t at her father’s this weekend because maybe a cute little four year old would help, and then knocks anyway. On her next door neighbor’s door.
It had to be her next dooor neighbor. Someone who she will probably have to see again.
And, of course, Murder Man opens it. He is already glaring at her.
He is going to kill her.
“Hello?” he asks and she realizes she has just been standing there. Staring. Which, like fair, he is gorgeous but mostly she’s staring because it is just now occurring to her that she should have told someone where she is going before just coming over to share this bad news.
“H-hi,” she says finally. “My name is Tammy and I live in number 406–right next door actually and I-I’m so sorry but I’ve just… I’ve just scratched your car.”