HARD TO GET ➤ [ STILES STILINSKI ] > 1

10|GNOMES ARE THE REAL ENEMY✔

I breath a sigh of relief at this.
I have known Danny for as long as I can remember. Anytime Lydia would invite Jackass- I mean Jackson- over, Danny would sometimes tag along, keeping me company.

I'm happy to call him a close friend, and I'm glad that Ethan got him to the hospital in time.

"The doctors," I tempt, "they're healers, meaning that the Darach is sacrificing healers."

"Exactly." Stiles confirms, a small shuffle being heard from the other side of the line, Stiles propably moving around, his energy levels propably high as always.

This scares me, the thought of healers being sacrificed.

If two doctors have already gone missing, them presumably dead, it means that there is one sacrifice left.

Melissa McCall can be classified as a healer and there might be a small chance of her being in danger.

"Have you told Scott? Melissa can be the third sacrifice."

"Already told him," he informs, "him and Isaac are keeping watch over her."

"God, this druid is really pissing me off, who even goes around sacrificing people." I groan loudly.

We've dealt with a phsycotic alpha, a kanima and now a dark druid and an alpha pack. It's as if playing a video game, the levels only get harder, with our lived it's the exact same. Each supernatural villian only gets harder to defeat.

"I know right, this isn't the right century for sacrifices."

Another shuffle is heard on Stiles' part, followed by a loud thump and a groan.

"Stiles, what are you up to?"

I wait a few seconds, more movement being heard before Stiles' voice finally comes through.

"Oh, uh-you know, just sneaking out, falling over one of your garden gnomes, the usual. I'm outside your window, by the way."

I cover my mouth with my hand, a muffled laugh escaping me.

Quickly making myself over to my window outlooking our front yard, there stands Stiles, phone clutched to his ear, a wide grin on his face at the sight of my suprised and overly happy expression.

This boy will be the death of me, I swear to god.

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"You suck at this game." I laugh, my stomach hurting from the pouting expression being made by Stiles.

Currently, we're both sitting on my bed, playing Heads Up, Stiles being absolutely horrible.

"I suck?" He gasps, "it's not my fault Ellen DeGeneres makes it so hard."

I playfully roll my eyes, the smile never leaving my lips, "and also, it's not my fault you suck at describing things."

I playfully scowl at him, a frown etched on my face, moving forward to hit his shoulder.

"First of all, let's not play the blame game. And secondly, I describe things excellently."

"Sure you do." He mumbles, biting his lower lip, trying to hide the grin forming.

"Can we do something else? I'm done losing to a girl."

"A girl?" I cock an eyebrow, "you uncultured, sexist swine."

He fains hurt, putting his hand to his chest, his mouth agape, almost gawking.

What a goofball.

"What do you want to do?" I adjust myself on my bed, running a hand through my now dry hair, Stiles' eyes tempting.

"Uh-well, I really want to uh-" he gulps, eyes darting around my room.

I find it amusing how nervous I sometimes make him.

"C-can I- can I kiss you?"

I bright smile spreads across my face, a zoo running wild in my stomach.

I find it adorable that Stiles, even though we're dating, still asks permission to kiss me.

"You know you don't have to ask."

Before he can reply, I move forward, now sitting up on my knees, finding sudden confidence as I push Stiles lightly back by his chest, his back hitting my matress, me straddling him.

"I've dreamt about this so many times." He mumbles to himself, a loud laugh escaping me at his confession.

I don't waste another second, my lips colliding with his, his hands on my waist, now and then touching the exposed skin on my sides.

Isn't it amazing? How that one person can make you melt under his touch?

I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to this, the mere thought of actually having Stiles as my boyfriend makes my heart jolt like crazy.

I love this. Being with him. Kissing him.

And the thought comes to mind that I might actually love Stiles Stilinski.

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Edited [05 March 2018]