Invisible String

008. motel california

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻,
𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑎

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after a confusing, and slightly frightening discovery with the girls about the motel, catalina had decided to go back to their room and process the whole situation in a quiet space, as lydia and allison went to find everyone else. her anxiety was eating her alive, no positive thoughts ran through her mind whatsoever. catalina thought about every outcome that could happen if what they figured out actually happened, that very night.

the girl sighed as she walked into her the room, shutting the door behind her. she took her hair out of her ponytail and shuffled her hair out. the tv still played, now friends was playing, and the bathroom door was closed. nothing seemed to be out of place.

catalina yawned, wrapping her hair-tie around her wrist. she hated the anxiety and the unnecessary thoughts that filled her brain. she needed a distraction. something to get her mind off things for a good while. 

she considered calling the girls for help, but she thought that maybe they were too busy coming up with a plan on how to get out of this place. isaac--they weren't that close. boyd--not close either. stiles--he was the only person left that came to mind.

the girl sighed to herself, her hands sweaty as she took each step towards the boy's room. she was nervous to say the least, totally having a panic attack as she stood in front of the door. she brought her hand up and knocked three times, waiting for the door to open. the boy she was anxious to see opened the door, his toothbrush in his mouth. he was surprised to see her, not expecting to see her until the next morning. 

"hi." her voice was as quiet as mouse. "can i come in?" she was nervous, that he could tell. he noticed that when she was anxious she would play with her hands or anything that she was holding. at the moment she was playing with her fingers. his brows furrowed, wondering why she was at his door. "stiles?"

"sorry! 'ome in!" he spoke, the words muffled by his toothbrush. he allowed her to step in, and she sat at the edge of one of the beds, coincidentally his. stiles hurriedly walked to the bathroom and spit the toothpaste out of his mouth. "sorry about that, just--y'know. brushing my teeth." the boy chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"yeah, no--no worries." she smiled. 

"so," he took a seat next to her, and he could tell by the way that she didn't even meet his eye that it was serious. "what's up?" catalina didn't answer, she only surged forward and placed her lips on his. a surprised moan came from him, his hands going to her waist instinctively. her mouth moved fast, and stiles was taken aback. he pulled back, their lips departing with a loud smack. "cat, what's going on? are you okay?" 

"just kiss me." catalina sighed, hazel eyes meeting brown ones. "please."

when those words left her lips, he obeyed.

their lips met again, desperate hands clutching onto the other. stiles' hands moved down to rest on her waist, pulling her body forward so no amount of space was in between them. catalina's small hands came up to stiles' cheeks, wanting more of him. his tongue passed between her lips and into her mouth, muscle playing with muscle. catalina whined at the intrusion, but she never denied it. by now, she knew her lips were swollen and red, but she longed to feel this. she didn't give a fuck about how she looked right now.