You know, I didn't think I'd ever be able to sleep again.
And I was right.
After everything that had happened at the school, I hadn't been able to get much sleep. This whole entire week had just been hell, so after everything that happened I needed to just relax. Which is why when Stiles tried inviting me on his little outing with Scott in an attempt to get him over his breakup with Allison, I declined.
Partially due to the fact that I was just way too exhausted to do anything "fun" and because I felt like this outing was more of a boy's only thing.
But oh yeah, Allison had broken up with Scott and he wasn't taking it so well. Allison had told him something along the lines of not trusting him, which I understood but at the same time was unfair, and basically broke up with him. Scott was going through the stages of a breakup, and right now he was still in the denial stage. He kept insisting that they were on a break, not broken up.
Well, I don't know what's more sad. The fact that Scott and Allison were perfect together and super nauseatingly happy but not together or that she was the one who had ended it. Scott was in denial, not wanting to believe that it could actually be over. I felt bad for him but everyone goes through breakups and heart aches.
It's part of life.
There's also a billion songs written about love, breakups, and all that other junk.
Which is why right now, I was listening to my own love kind of music. I usually listened to Taylor Swift anyways, all her songs reminding me of Stiles and the fact that she writes the songs that are on the sound track of my life.
I just sat on my bed, humming to the beat of the song while I tried working on homework. I kept trying to work on my homework but I couldn't get the night of the attack out of my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling of...
feeling helpless.
I couldn't help but think maybe everything would have gone a whole lot better if maybe I had knew how to defend myself. I guess, I couldn't help but not think about learning to defend myself. Which is how I found myself ditching homework, and slowly walking into my dad's study room. He was on the computer, working on some sort of business work for whatever it is that he does.
I coughed, causing him to look up and smile at me before asking me what I needed.
"I can't stop thinking about...the night at the school and everything before that.." I sighed while slowly walking over, sitting on a chair. "Then i thought about how you told me I should learn to defend myself...I was wondering if you could."
Dad couldn't help but smile and let out a small laugh before shaking his head. He closed his computer, putting his hands on top of his desk while smirking at me.
"So..where do we begin?"
*
Dad had agreed to help show me to defend myself, help me learn so if anything happens again that I'll be able to at least fight to live another day better. He also told me how he'd been planning on teaching me to defend myself, but wanted to wait until I was ready.
Which is how I found myself in dad's workout room, getting tossed back and forth on the mat. I never questioned why dad had such an outrageous workout room, looks like he's been taking up defense classes and starting a backup career as a fitness freak.
So far, I've been tossed down like fifty thousand times on the mat. It was like dad had been planning on turning me into a gym freak or something. It was kind of nice, working out and learning to defend myself.
"Remember, keep your hands up." Dad reminded me while showing me what to do next. I tried going to hit him before getting my arm grabbed and being tossed down again. I groaned while laying there on the floor for a couple of more seconds. "Keep your hands up and also never do the same move twice or your opponent will learn to read you."
I couldn't help but let out a small laugh from the floor, dad's advice reminding me of Derek's. It still sucked that Derek was dead, I felt like he might have turned out better like maybe he could have taught me something.
I tried training with dad for a couple of more minutes with dad until I heard my phone going off. I sighed, thanking that I was saved by the bell or ring, before walking over to go and pick it up.
"I wouldn't recommend that you stop during a fight to answer a phone call." Dad laughed at me. "Unless it's from your boyfriend." I rolled my eyes while looking at the screen to see that it was Stiles calling. But Stiles isn't my boyfriend so my father is completely idiotic. "We'll continue with your training another day. Get some rest." Dad told me, telling me goodnight and how he needed to go back with his work. "By the way, you're off to a good start."
I thanked him, running back to my room to answer Stiles phone call.
"Hello?" I answered while closing my bed room door behind me, trying to listen to the commotion that was coming from Stiles end. I can only assume his plan to cheer Scott up was working. And it involved alcohol, a lot of alcohol.
"Dude, dude. You know, she's..she's just one girl. One girl. You know outta so many. There are so many girls in the sea."
I couldn't help but laugh when I slowly put together that he was definitely drunk and had butt dialed me. This was going to be one of the funniest butt dials he has ever done; the one time where he called me when he was "watching" a dirty movie still being the funniest.
"I think you mean, fish in the sea." Scott corrected Stiles.
I laughed, rolling my eyes slightly. Gosh, this was even funnier than I thought. I probably should have hung up, you know like a good friend would but a best friend listens to their best friends hilarious and embarrassing conversations so they can laugh at them later on.
which is exactly what I'm planning on doing.
"Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. Oh i love girls. I love 'em." Stiles slurred through the speaker. "Love...especially girls with beautiful long dark brown hair, beautiful green eyes with a little splash of blue, a good sense of humor, loves scary movies as much as me, athletic, doesn't take anyone's crap...someone who can be my girlfriend and best friend.."
Stiles kept going on, listening things while I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter. He was talking about me, he literally described me. I mean, he was talking about me, right? Right???
"Like Sara?" Scott asked.
Yes! Yes, he was talking about me! YAASSSS!!!!
"Yeah! Wait, how'd you know I was talking about Sara?" Stiles asked.
I couldn't help but let out a loud laugh before smiling to myself like an idiot. Wow, so I guess Stiles really did like me. He felt the same way I did? I can't believe this, this was like the best news ever. I cannot describe the feeling of knowing that the person you like, likes you back.
I thought I'd listen to their conversation more but then decided I probably should put the phone to rest and get some rest for school tomorrow. After all, I think tomorrow's the day I'll tell Stiles how I really feel. Seeing as how he likes me too, I think it's safe to say that my crippling fear is gone.
I think it's safe to say that I am going to go to bed with a stupid smile on my face.
*
Stiles point of view:
"Wait, you can smell jealousy?" I questioned Scott.
Well it seemed like my failed attempt at helping Scott over his breakup with Allison yesterday crashed and burned. I don't know if it was the full moon approaching or maybe it was the fact that I was kind of blurred from the alcohol... But Scott seemed really bad yesterday; he almost killed two guys who took our bottle.
And right now, I had been semi promoted to first line.
It seemed like everything was falling into place. I had made first line and now I just needed to get Sara to agree to go on an actual date with me then everything in my sixteen step plan will have finally worked.
Step One; after seeing her across the school yard, talk to her.
Step Two; talk to her and become friends.
Step Three; become best friends.
Step Four; share everything together
Step Five; become so close we could practically read each other's minds
Step Six; make first line
Step Seven; get Sara to go on a date with me
Step Eight; Ask her to be my girlfriend
Step Nine; Confess my love for her and hope she feels the same
Step Ten;
Well, I haven't really thought I'd ever get past step five to be honest. I mean, I didn't think I'd ever make first line and I don't even know if Sara would ever release me from my prison cell in the friendzone. I honestly don't think I'd ever be able to get over the constant crippling fear of being rejected by the girl I love, yeah I said it, that I'd ever have the courage to ask her out or tell her how I really feel.
"It's like the full moon is turning everything up by ten." Scott shrugged, looking completely unfazed by his werewolf abilities.
Then, suddenly this idea popped into my head.
"Can you pick up on other stuff? Like I don't know...desire?" I asked Scott, already forming my plan better in my head. It seemed like everything would come together and I could maybe knock off three or four steps from my plan if Scott could pick up on other things as well.
"What do you mean desire?" Scott asked, obviously not picking up on what I was saying.
"Like...sexual desire.." I sighed, wow. He really was clueless, wasn't he?
"Sexual desire?" Scott asked confused.
"Yes, sexual desire. You know; lust, passion, arousal." I rolled my R's, while my eyes traveled towards Sara, who was standing by her locker and talking to Lydia. They seemed like they were laughing and talking about something that made Sara feel embarrassed, and I could just tell off the back that it was on the same scale as the time her pants ripped in the fifth grade. The way her cheeks got pink, she bit her bottom lip and the way that she just turned into a smiley fool.
Scott's eyes followed mine and I noticed him to start smirking.
"From Sara..?" Scott smirked.
"No, in a general broad sense, can you smell sexual desire?" I lied, trying to pry my eyes from Sara but there was no use. In a crowded room, my eyes always looked for her.
"From Sara to you?"
I couldn't help but sigh in frustration. "Okay, fine, yes yes. From Sara to me." I groaned, grinding my teeth together while rubbing the back of my neck. "Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessed with her since the freaking first grade, ever since I saw her across the school yard."
"Why don't you just ask her?" Scott smirked, obviously really enjoying my pain right now. Wow, I can't believe he's really going to make me paint a picture.
"Well to save myself from utterly crushing humiliation, okay, thank you Scott. Okay so can you please just go up to her and ask her if she likes me? She'll tell you, your her best friend besides me. Ask her and see if her heartbeat rises or pheromones or som..-" I sighed before going off until Scott interrupted me.
"Fine." Scott groaned before walking off towards Sara.
"I love you!" I yelled as he continued walking. "I love you! You're my best friend and I love you!" I yelled as I couldn't help but hide the smile from my face. I was finally going to get an answer to the question that had been in my mind, keeping me up late at night, finally.. I could finally get my answer to the question I have been waiting my whole life to answer and then I'd be able to gather up the courage to answer the question myself.
This was finally going to happen, sixteen years in the making.
*
Sara's point of view:
I laughed at something Lydia said before applying more lipstick and disagreeing with her on how to handle my love life. She was telling me how I needed to go out with someone already, how I hadn't dated anyone since Oscar Dower in the eight grade. I disagreed with her, telling her how I was still having feelings for someone else and even though I didn't think I'd ever get a chance with them, that I'll wait because I didn't want to ruin anything.
She still made fun of me, telling me to already have sex with Stiles, even though she referred to him as the guy who wears way too much plaid. Which was completely true.
"Girls likes boy, boy likes girl, which means one thing. Sex." Lydia smirked at me while I rolled my eyes.
"Lydia, honestly, I really like this guy and I don't want to ruin anything.." I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes at her before putting my lipstick away and spraying some perfume on.
I opened my locker, putting my notebooks in before turning back to close it, only to jump when I noticed someone standing right next to me. I calmed down a bit, placing my hand over my heart once I realized it was only Scott being a creeper near my locker.
"Scott? What are you doing? I mean, besides giving me a heart attack." I let out a sharp laugh while shaking my head.
"Hey Sara..do you have a minute..?" Scott asked me, having this strange look on his face. I guess it was the fact that Allison dumped him after he risked his life and everyone else's just to save her. Allison dumped Scott, but that didn't mean she still didn't care for him. Cause she did, she told me. It was kind of awkward, I thought after the night at the school and her dumping one of my best friends, that she'd talk to Lydia but she didn't. Allison apologized, saying she was just freaked out before telling me how she still felt for Scott, just that she couldn't trust him.
Trust is an important thing for her, for anyone, and I guess Scott just needed to find a way to get back in her good graces.
I shook my head as Scott grabbed my hand and lead us towards coach's office. I raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him strange as he closed and locked the door behind us. Scott had this strange look on his face, it was starting to freak me out how he was acting. Maybe it was his breakup with Allison, or maybe it was the full moon tonight... I don't know what it was but either way, it was making Scott act super strange.
"Scott, what's wrong? You're starting to scare me.." I trailed off, trying to get him to tell me what was really going on.
Scott just continued to look completely off. "No, I, uh..I need to ask you something.."
I looked at him confused. "What is it? You can tell me anything."
I needed to make a note to take him some ice cream later for his breakup, Stiles tried with alcohol, and failed. I know ice cream works for girls during their breakups so hopefully it'll work for boys as well. If anything, I'll buy him a slab of meat and a new pair of socks.
whatever it is that boys need during breakups.
"Do you, uh..do...do you know if Allison still likes me?" Scott stuttered.
I couldn't help but sigh. It was such a relief to know that Scott was just worried about Allison than it being something completely about the full moon. You know, something that I couldn't help him with. I don't think that I'll even be able to help him with his breakup since he doesn't seem to want help, but I sure as hell was going to try.
"Of course she still likes you, she'll always like you." I rolled my eyes at him, putting my hands on his shoulders and offering him a small smile. "But just as friends, for now.. I think she just needs some time, maybe both of you do.."
Scott got this look on his face, it read like he got this conversation going on in his own head.
"Just friends?"
I sighed, taking a step towards him while keeping my eyes focused on his. I felt bad for him, I really did. I mean, I can't picture having someone I care so much about break up with me because they didn't trust me. "Look, Scott, I personally think that Allison made a huge mistake breaking up with you. You are kind and sweet and heroic and good; you're always trying to do what you think is best for other people. You always put others before yourself. I mean you locked us in that classroom, to save us, to save Allison. And when someone risks their life for your own, you should be grateful."
"Are you grateful..?" Scott asked, his face showing no signs of emotion.
"Of course I'm grateful." I sighed, shaking my head at him before going around him to walk closer to the door.
"How grateful are you..?" Scott asked me while he grabbed my arm, stopping me from opening the door to coach's office. Seriously? Why was Scott being so weird? Plus, he needed to get to lacrosse practice and I needed to start working on my project.
"Wh..-" I turned around to ask him before suddenly he smashed our lips together.
I kept my eyes wide open, not fully understanding what was happening. Scott was kissing me? I was kissing my best friend? and not the best friend that I was in love with. What the hell was going on? It took seven seconds for me to finally regain control of my body as I pushed Scott away and slapped him hard across the face.
I looked at him shocked, touching my lips while looking at him with a shocked face.
"What the hell is your problem?" I looked at Scott with a shocked and pissed off look on my face. "You're in love with Allison and I'm in love with Stiles. Just because you're in a fight with Allison doesn't mean you can go around kissing people. especially me. I am in love with someone else and just because you're upset doesn't mean you can make me unfeel what I feel for Stiles." I scolded him while pushing past him to walk out of coach's office.
I kept on walking down the hall, making my way to the lacrosse field. The entire walk, i couldn't get the foreign feeling of Scott's lips against my own out of my mind. It was a strange feeling, a feeling that I couldn't get out of my head.
It wasn't nice.
I only ever wanted to feel one person's lips against mine, well besides Niall from One Direction's, and that was Stiles. I always felt a shock go throughout my entire body whenever we touched, I could only picture what it would feel like when we kiss.
But if he was to find out about mine and Scott's then that'll never happen...
*
Stiles Point of View:
I was on the lacrosse field, impatiently tapping my foot while waiting for Scott to come back from talking with Sara. I had my fingers crossed that it'll be good news, it has to be good news right? I mean, me and Sara have always shared one heart, one mind, there's no way that she doesn't feel the same.
Right?
My eyes shot to Sara, who was walking onto the field and taking a seat on the bleachers. I waved to her, smiling once I saw her looking towards me. She smiled back before waving and then turning her attention back to her book. She had this look on her face, something was wrong and I'll have to make a mental note to ask her what was wrong later.
For now, I needed to know if the girl I've been in love with since forever felt the same way.
"What happened? What did she say? What happened?" I asked Scott once he finally came back from his conversation with Sara. I didn't even bother hiding the anxiousness in my voice.
"What?" Scott asked, focusing on fixing his lacrosse glove.
"What? What do you mean what?! Did you ask her? What did she say? Does she like me? Did she imply that she likes me?!" I asked him, freaking out and not caring about anything else right now.
"Yeah she likes you..In fact, she's totally into you." Scott started saying and it was like the freaking fourth of july and disney world firework display going off in my head and heart. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, i felt like I might actually pass out at any second.
Sara freaking Sandoval likes me.
I honestly don't think this day could get any better.
I needed to mark this day down as the single most day in my life because well...
Sara likes me, she really likes me.
*
I cringed at the sight of Scott ramming into Danny, sending him flying to the ground. It sure did sound like it hurt a whole lot worse than it looked.
"Danny!" Everyone yelled before running over to check on Danny. Danny was on the floor, curled up into a ball while holding onto his shoulder.
"dude, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked Scott, pulling him away and using the team's distraction right now.
"What? He's twice the size of me!" Scott snapped.
"Yeah but everybody likes Danny. Now everybody is going to hate you.." I tried telling Scott but he just snapped at me again, almost ripping my head off in the process.
"I don't care!" Scott yelled while I took a step back, looking at him shocked and confused. Before I could say anything else, that's when something else caught my attention...
"Is he okay?" I heard Sara ask Jackson.
"Yeah, it just looks like he had a bloody nose. You should tell your idiot best friend to watch himself.." Jackson trailed off while he looked at Sara.
"What?"
"Your lipstick." Jackson pointed out while I watched Sara's eyes go wide before taking out her mirror from her bag, looking at it before trying to fix it.
"Uhh, I wonder how that happened.."
"Yeah, I wonder."
My eyes wandered from Sara back to Scott, who had this evil looking smirk on his face. My eyes kept wandering back and forth while I slowly started putting the pieces together in my head. Suddenly, it was like a light was turned on in my head. Scott didn't ask Sara if she liked me...
he made out with her.
*
Sara's point of view:
The entire rest of the day seemed to drag on, with me waiting anxiously to go home and work out my frustrations. Dad continued to show me some fighting techniques, and me failing miserably. He kept telling me that I was getting better but I think he was just going nice.
He tossed me down one last time while I groaned, quickly getting back up and trying to swing at him.
"Watch your emotions..Anger makes you stupid and stupid gets you killed." Dad warned me while I nodded my head, telling him I had a lot of things on my mind today.
He offered me some advice, telling me how life was too short to worry about petty little things. I honestly, did not see Scott kissing me as a little petty thing but I did appreciate the advice.
Dad and I kept working out together, and I finally managed to block his punch before tripping him and getting him in a head lock. I couldn't help but laugh, while I kept my grip around him, listening to the advice he was giving me. And it would have worked if I hadn't gotten distracted. ....
"Why did you kiss him."
Dad and I both turned around, looking behind us to see Stiles standing there in the door way. I looked at him confused while dad tapped my arm and I let him go. I was about to walk over to Stiles until dad tripped me and laughed at me.
"Next time, make sure that you don't get distracted.." Dad laughed at me before giving me and Stiles a look. I gave him this look as he stayed quiet, laughing to himself and I knew what he was thinking. "I'll leave the two of you to fight over whatever it is that you need to fight about.."
I thanked him as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind himself.
I unwrapped my gloves, rubbing my hands while looking at Stiles confused. "So are you going to tell me what it is that's going on? Starting with how you broke into my house?"
"I have an extra key, remember." Stiles stepped towards me.
"Yeah, for emergencies only." I countered.
"Just tell me, why did you kiss him?" Stiles kept insisting.
"And who are you talking about?" I felt my heartbeat rising. Did Stiles know about Scott? There's no way that he could have known. It was impossible, at least I hoped so.. I didn't want Stiles to know about my kiss with Scott because it wasn't even a real kiss. And I didn't want to ruin any chances I had with Stiles..
"Scott."
I felt my heart drop, sighing while I tossed my gloves to the ground. I rubbed the back of my neck and thought about trying to lie to him but there was no use. It's not like he would actually believe my lies anyway, he always knew how to read me like an open book.
Me and him shared one mind, one heart.
there was no lying to Stiles because he knew me better than i knew myself.
"Stiles, I..-it's not what you think..and speaking of Scott, where is he? It's the full moon and what if h..-" I tried saying but was cut off quickly by Stiles.
"He's with Derek." Stiles answered quickly.
I turned around confused, spitting up the water I drank from my water bottle. "Wait, Derek's alive?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't matter."
I scoffed, shaking my head. "Of course it matters. Stiles, Derek is alive and Scott's running around probably trying to kill peopl-.." I tried telling him, but he cut me off.
"I am such an idiot! I'm such an idiot to think that there was a chance you could actually feel the same. I am such an idiot for holding out hope, after all these years in hope that you'd actually feel the same. But once again, I am living in Scott's shadow..always robin, never batman.." Stiles yelled, waving his hands around.
I didn't know what to say so I just stayed quiet. I felt tears form in my eyes as I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from crying. "Look, Scott kissed me. I pushed him off and slapped the hell out of his cheek. I knew you'd be pissed and it was only the full moon so I didn't think it was important enough to mention."
"he said you kissed him." Stiles answered, confused.
Wow, Stiles might be just as naive as Scott. And that is really saying something.
"Scott kissed me, I'd never kiss Scott." I rolled my eyes while drinking some more water.
I can't believe what was going on right now.
Derek was alive, Scott was loosing control because of the shift, Allison broke up with him, and right now me and Stiles were having a fight.
Just peachy.
"Why would it matter if I kissed him anyway..? Why do you care so much..?" I asked Stiles, letting his words that he snapped out at me earlier finally sink in.
Did Stiles basically admit that he liked me..?
I really hoped I didn't imagine the last part of our conversation because I'd just die.
"I don't." Stiles answered a bit too quickly while I just stared at him confused. Stiles eyes were wide but then he looked like he tried calming himself down a bit before continuing to deny that he cares even at all, which is a total lie. I don't know how he gets away with half the stuff he does because he's a terrible liar. Well to me at least, I could always tell when he was lying or something was wrong.
This being one of those times.
"You're just both my best friends so I just wanted to know what was-was going on..." Stiles looked everywhere but at me. "When did you guys get a gym?" Stiles asked, looking around at the training room.
I rolled my eyes, telling him not to change the subject. "You're a terrible liar Stilinski. You can't lie to me, we share one mind so just tell me why you're acting so weird. And I swear if you say you're a werewolf now too with weird full moon mood swings, I'll pass out."
"It's nothing. I was stupid to get mad so just let it go." Stiles said.
"I know you don't expect me to just let it go." I put my hands on my hips, raising an eyebrow at him. "Now tell me what is going on and why you're being a weirdo."
"It's nothing."
"I'm your best friend, we can talk about anything so just tell me."
"I already said it's nothing." Stiles argued.
"And I say that I'm your best friend and there's nothing you can't talk to me about. So just tell me already because you know I'm not going to stop bugging until you do." I pointed out.
Stiles sighed in frustration, practically pulling his hair out. "Please, Sara, just drop it. It doesn't matter anyway, it's nothing."
"Nothing you say to me is nothing. Stiles, come on. We've been best friends since the womb, since the first freaking grade.." I reminded him, trying to get him to tell me why he was acting as weird as Scott on the full moon.
"And I've liked you since then!" Stiles snapped, eyes going wide once he realized what escaped his mouth. He sighed, looking like he was finally going to let something off his chest. "I've liked you since the first freaking grade; since the first moment I've laid eyes on you and each passing day just makes me fall even harder. You're so beautiful, smart, funny, you know me better than i know myself and there's no one that I'd rather hangout with for my whole life. Every time you went out with someone else, it killed me. I'd have to stand by and just ask myself, what does that guy have that I don't. The thought of someone else coming in and taking you away, it kills me..."
I looked at him a little shocked, not sure what to say because I was having so many thoughts that I was paralyzed. I never dreamed in a million years that we'd actually be having this conversation; but here it was, it was happening.
"Sti..-" I tried opening my mouth to say something but Stiles cut me off.
"I know, I know. You don't see me that way, only as a friend and you're probably in love with some super hot lacrosse player. I know, I'm an idiot for even thinking I had a chance so let's just forget I said anything..You don't have to say anything, I already know the answer...girls like you never go for guys like me..." Stiles sighed, turning away from me.
I had this sudden spark of confidence, and I sure as hell was not going to waste it. I went over to him, placing my hands on each side of his face so I could turn him around to face me. His eyes looked into mine while I offered him a small smile.
"If you'd shut up and let me talk then I'd be able to tell you that girls like me do go for guys like you.." I confessed, laughing slightly at the look on his face. Suddenly, I felt myself getting more and more confident and I was going to do something that I was so afraid to admit. "Stiles, the feelings are mutual...they've always been mutual.."
"But..I'm not like Scott..I'm not a hero." Stiles sighed, looking down at the ground.
I hated it;
why did he always have to bring himself down? I just wished that he could see himself for the amazing person that I'm always telling him that he is. I hated it that he didn't see himself as a hero like I saw him, he's my hero. I just wish he could think of himself as a hero too.
"I don't care if you're not like Scott because I don't like Scott McCall, I like you Stiles Stilinski." I let out a small laugh, shaking my head at him while biting my bottom lip. "And you're my hero, always have been and always will be...you've been my hero since I fell off my bike and sprained my ankle when we were six, remember?"
"yeah, I carried you home and you called me your hero.." Stiles smiled.
"Exactly, I just wish you could see yourself for the amazing person i am always telling you, yo...-" I began saying until Stiles suddenly became over powered with his own confidence and crashed our lips together.
Everything seemed to start moving super slow.
As soon as our lips touched, it was like every single nerve in my entire body was amplified by 3000. I imagined how I'd feel when Stiles and I finally do kiss, this was more than I could have imagined. It felt like everything was finally falling into place, like pieces in a puzzle. I felt like my entire body was lit on fire, and it was the best feeling in the world.
Ever since Stiles crashed our lips together, i thought I stopped breathing and I was pretty sure I had. Stiles had taken a breath in when our lips touched, and I could hear him stop breathing because i felt myself stop breathing.
But then again, whenever I saw Stiles or was with him, I felt the whole world stop and I stopped breathing. It was just everything about Stiles that just had a way of making me loose myself. I always lost myself when I was with him, I turned into a complete idiot like one of those dummies in those romance books.
And I know I swore that I would never be one of those dummies but I wanted to be. I was crazy about Stiles and he was crazy about me, what else could make this day go anymore perfect? Nothing, nothing was going to ruin this night for me so I was going to just roll with it. After all, that is life.
Life is about rolling the dice and despite being scared of the number it might not land on, still hold out that it'll land on the number you placed your bet on.
And I had confidence in my betting on Stiles. It felt like a sure win, my feeling for Stiles made me feel like I was in a race but I somehow felt like I had already won first place. There was no competition because Stiles was first place, I didn't want second place or third, I just wanted Stiles.
I finally sighed into the kiss, breathing again while wrapping my arms around his neck. I think this allowed Stiles another confident boost as he slowly lowered his hands from my face down to my hips, he was being painfully gentlemen like as I couldn't help but laugh.
Wow, Stiles is being a gentlemen and I'm over here complaining.
I loved how he was being a gentlemen but I had been waiting for the moment to kiss him since forever so I kind of didn't feel like taking it slow anymore.
I smiled against his lips, slowly pulling away to smile at Stiles.
We were both breathing heavy, just smiling at each other while attempting to catch our breaths.
"Wow.." We both said at the same time, laughing slightly. My arms were still wrapped around his neck as his were on my hips, I smiled up at him while standing on my tippie toes.
"Did you..-" Stiles started asking me while I quickly nodded my head, smiling like a complete idiot.
"feel that? Yeah." I finished his sentence, still smiling from the aftermath of our kiss.
And then before I knew it, it was my turn to start the kiss. I brought my hands to his cheeks, pulling him down to my level to place a kiss on his lips, taking us both back to cloud nine...
author's note:
I give myself so many feels over my own character and Stiles. Ugh #Stara gives me major feels.