Invisible String ∴ Stiles Stilinski.

xiv. in a heartbeat

"Anyone else think we night be doing more harm than good?" Lydia asked, as soon as she got out of Allison's car.

"We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter," Scott said firmly, trying to stay optimistic.

"Actually... we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote, who is actually his daughter... who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter..."

"You can stop talking now," Amelie groaned, receiving a 'Hey!' from her friend.

"Did you bring it?" Scott turned to Allison, who solemnly lifted up her sniper, loaded with tranquilizers. You could tell she was nervous about shooting, from all the trauma induced from the surrogate sacrifice, she had almost repeatedly murdered Lydia.

     Next to Amelie, Stiles brought out his ringing phone to answer his dad. "Hey dad," Stiles started before a look shock and tiredness covered his face. "It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about this doll?"

     She could hear his dad talk in a rush, trying to tell his son not to step into those woods as they were filled with several coyote traps. "It's the doll..." Stiles said quietly in realization.

     "Stiles?" Amelie asked in confusion.

     "It's the doll???"

     Hanging up abruptly, he turned around to face Amelie, who was the only one left. Lydia and Allison had walked away a few minutes ago.

     "All right, but why would it go all the way to the school and then all the way back to the house, just for a doll?" Stiles asked. "One that was in the car wreck in the first place. We didn't find it in the coyote den."

     "I don't know," Amelie shrugged, leaning on Roscoe. "It likes the doll."

     "It likes the doll a lot..."

     "It's not like it was special kind, right?"

     "I don't know... It's a doll, you know?" Stiles said. "It's got little arms, a big baby head, and dead soulless eyes..."

     "Actually, I took a pic! Here." Stiles moved to Amelie's side, showing her a picture of two sisters, one holding the stupid doll.

     "That's Malia?" She pointed to the older girl with a bright smile.

     "Yeah," Stiles nodded. "That's the jacket and the scarf we found in the den."

     "Stiles, she's not the one holding the doll," Amelie furrowed her brows, pointing to the younger sister. "That's Malia's younger sister. That's her doll."

     "I know what she's doing," Stiles said loudly, grabbing Amelie's hand quickly. "What?" The girl asked.

     They started walking, with Stiles excitedly saying. "I know where she's going. I need to call Scott."

     Stepping in front of her, he took out his phone. "Scott? It's me. You got to call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Malia's doll—"

Abruptly, she stopped, stepping onto a metal surface. The feeling sent cold shivers drawling down her spine as she dreaded to look at what was placed beneath her foot. Facing down, she found her right foot placed in the center of a coyote trap.

"Sti—Stiles...?"

"Yeah?"

"STILES!"

"WHAT?" He turned around, only to widen his eyes at the sight. Amelie right in the middle of a trap, and any sudden move would have her foot cut off.

"Amelie, don't move."

"Really? I was just about to dance around!"

Rolling his eyes, he knelt down next to her, absolutely oblivious on what to do. "Look for a warning label," Amelie told him.

"A warning label?" He asked confused.

"Yeah, you'll find instructions on how to disarm it," She said through ragged breaths. "Why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap?"

"I don't know, Stiles, does it look like I made this thing?!" She said hysterically.

"Uh— Ams?" Stiles called out from under her, his voice just barely covering her heavy breathing. "We got a problem."

"Huh?"

"I can't read."

Amelie's heart thrummed violently against her chest, threatening to rip her skin open and jump out. "It's fine— that's fine. You know why? Because you don't need them," the brunette said shakily.

"You are literally the smartest person I know, Stiles. Without you, we would've never figured out half of what we did. So, you don't need them. When was the last time you used instructions anyway?"

Slowly but surely, Stiles began to think. His eyes traveling all over the contraption for a few long seconds before he sighed. "Okay, I think I got it. Are you ready?"

She nodded quickly. "Here we go," Stiles said before standing up to catch the girl who jumped on his cue. He caught her in his arms as she tightly wrapped hers around his neck.

"Oh my god," She sighed in relief. "I could kiss you right now."

She could feel Stiles stiffen underneath her as she said that. Hesitantly, she raised her head to meet his eyes. "So kiss me," he said under his breath.

And so she did.

Placing her lips on top of his, she finally understood what they meant by butterflies and fireworks— but that was an understatement. Amelie felt an entire earthquake inside of her, shaking her so roughly, that her fingers began to tremble as she placed them on his jaw. Stiles hesitantly placed his arms on her back, pulling her closer— if that was even possible. She could now feel every crevice of his body, even his thumping heart beat.

Begging for a breath, she drew her lips from his, her eyes locked on his as they fluttered open. She couldn't decipher what he was feeling even if she tried forever— and she hoped that was a good thing.

"We should—" Amelie whispered, pointing with her thumb away from them.

"Yeah, okay."

But nothing would be okay after that.

author's note...!

AND THEY KISSED!!!! FINALLY!!
just so you know, when i say this will
be a slow burn, I MEAN IT.
stay tuned besties! <3