I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings.

Is what you had said to stiles a few days ago. You two were only seventeen, had been best friends for years, and had only been in a relationship for nearly two years. You both knew you couldn’t possibly marry yet, but stiles still liked to bug you with the question.

You were in the middle of biology when a paper ring landed on you desk. Turning to stiles, you saw him with a childish grin struck on his face.