Ever Since I Met You (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

Party Guessed

Ever since Friday night, I visited Stiles almost everyday during Spring Break. We worked on figuring out my powers...mostly. Turns out I can turn into all sorts of supernatural creatures, as long as I knew what it looked like. I managed to scare the crap out of him when I flew into his room as a phoenix. His reaction was priceless, but he didn't think it was funny... Isaac came around at night, since Derek didn't do too much with them at night. I took the time to teach Isaac some more fighting strategies and just...hanging out. He figured out that I stayed the night with Stiles, so he was slightly jealous and now a bit more protective around me, but I didn't mind. As long as he didn't hurt Stiles, I was cool.

It was Wednesday, and I walked out of my house straight into someone who was heading up the the steps to my porch.

"Oh, I'm so-" I looked up to see Matt, "-sorry."

"It's okay. I wasn't expecting you to come out."

"So, uh, did you need something?" I asked him sweetly.

"Oh. I just thought I would come over and...maybe we could hang out? If you don't have anywhere to be, that is."

"No, nope!" I said rather quickly, ignoring the fact I promised Stiles I would come over as soon as I can. "I was just going to go on a jog, but it can wait. Please, come in."

I unlocked the door and invited him inside. I lead him into my living room and we sat down on opposite ends of my white sofa, turned to face each other.

"So, about that incredibly bad idea I had..." he started out awkardly.

"You mean...the kiss?"

"Yeah, that's the one..."

"Don't worry about it," I replied.

"For real?" Matt sounded surprised by my answer.

I nodded. "Definitely."

"So...is there anything between you and Stiles? I've noticed you seem to hang out with him...a lot. Are you guys together or what?" I sensed a bit of jealousy in his tone of voice.

"No...not really-"

Matt chuckled nervously. "Not really. Gosh, I hate 'not really's'. You never know what to do with 'not really.'"

"Would you understand if I said it was complicated?" I asked cautiously.

"Not really. But, I'll try." He stood up. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Of course. Down the hall by the stairs, first door on your left," I infomred him.

He left and I noticed he left his bag open. Inside was his camera. I gently picked it up and turned it on, looking at his pictures. The first couple were from a lacrosse game. They looked really impressive, almost professional. After the lacrosse photos, there were pictures of...me; at the lacrosse game, at school, even hanging out on my porch in the sun. This terrified me, and I immediately turned off the camera, about to put it back when Matt walked back in, noticing his camera in my hand. 

"Some good pictures in there, don't you think?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, the lacrosse ones are amazing," I responded nervously, putting the camera down. "You're really talented. I was-I was really impressed..." He walked over to pick up his bag and I stood. "There's a good candid of you in there, too."

"Really?" I acted surprised.

"You can see some of the others, if you'd like. I mean, this-this tiny little screan doesn't really do it justice. But, uh, I could show you some on my computer at home."

"Oh, I would totally like that but maybe another time." I walked out of the living room to the front door, Matt following. 

"It will only take a little bit of your time today. It's Spring Break after all."