Why Would You Ever Kiss Me?

Night Changes

Stiles POV
My point exactly. How dumb of me to get frustrated that I would think she didn't understand.
She is my first morning thought, my last evening sigh and every goddamn thing in between.
A life without her by my side is not one I want.

I'm sure I could survive away by myself of course, but I don't want to survive, I want to live! And I want to have the homework nights and the coffee in the morning together and the rainy afternoons when she types on her laptop and we have a movie on that we've seen 100 times before.
I must have loved her in other lives because when I see her it feels like coming home. No one makes me feel more myself than her. When my hand holds her it's familiar and safe, like I've known her soul since the beginning of time, through all the lives I've lived. Maybe that's why my love for her is infinite.

I had only thought that there were two types of love. The kind of love that you would kill for and the kind of love you would die for. But my God she is the love that I live for.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked as my head laid on her bare chest and her fingers ran up and down my neck.
"Nothing." I replied.
We didn't need words. We just looked at each other and smiled.

The sun was setting and her eyes closed and her breathing was steady and I liked hearing her heartbeat.
The covers were up on us and I laid on her and we had caught our breath and the stillness after was the most peaceful thing on Earth. I had my arms wrapped around her and her smell of vanilla and everything sweet.
"We should probably get dressed." She whispered laughing lightly as I groaned.
"No! Let's just stay like this." I said nuzzling in the crook of her neck and placing soft harmless kisses.
"Well aren't we going to put in your application?" She asked.
I paranoidly jerked my head up to look at her. "And yours too right?" I asked nervously hoping nothing has changed.
"I was just going to have Happy submit it with the paper work and everything." She said nonchalantly.

I was definitely over thinking now but all I could think about was that this was a set up and I was going to apply and she wasn't. I didn't want to scare her away, but I wanted to watch her apply too so I knew that we were really in this together.
"What's wrong?" She asked probably noticing the change in my expression.
"Well what if you get in and I don't?" I asked trying to cover my paranoia.
"Then I won't go." She said shrugging her shoulders.

She shifted up and bit and reaching down to grab her bra from off the floor.
"Wha-? No!" I said trying to grab it from her. "What are you doing?!" She laughed holding it out of my reach.
"Boobies." I said not really wanting to think of college shit and just melt into her skin and stay like that forever.
"No! Not time for boobies. Time to apply!" She said getting out of bed and getting redressed.
I fell back on the bed and covering myself with the covers.

She pulled them off my head and so turned to her.
"Later." I said with my cheek pressed on the mattress.
"Promise me?" She said holding her pinky out. I linked mine with hers and kissed it.
"Promise. Now come back." I said opening the covers.
She crawled back in and then my phone started buzzing.
"Who is it?" I asked as she grabbed it from off my bed side table.
"It's Lydia." She said in a disappointed tone. I had no idea what Lydia could want and why she was calling.

"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey!" She said very peppy. "What are you doing right now?"
"I'm hanging out with Stassi. Why what's up?" I asked still confused.
I looked up at Stassi and she pouted not looking happy at all.
She mouthed 'speaker' and I had nothing to hide so of course I did.

"Well Jackson has been really mean to me lately and I just needed someone to talk to." She said and Stassi rolled her eyes with her arms crossed.
"Oh, um have you tried to call Allison?" I asked not really knowing my roll involved in this.
"No I just needed a guys point of view." She said.
"Uh well Jackson is kind of a douche so I'm not surprised he's acting like one." I said stating the obvious, not really an issue needing a separate point of view.