Say You Like Me || Stiles Stilinski (BEING EDITED)

Chapter Fourteen

Felicity P.O.V

After dropping off the girls and packing up some clothes and needed things for the next few days, Stiles and I headed off to his house.

I don't believe I have ever been there. Therefore, I am really nervous. What if we get into a fight and end up giving each other silent treatment the whole time? What if his parents don't like me? Great, now I'm just stressing myself out even more with all of these questions flooding into my brain.

"Here we are." Stiles announced, turning off the Jeep.

I wanted to speak, move, something. But I couldn't. The questions clogging up my brain were all too much.

"Are you alright?" Stiles looked concerned, before grinning. "You're nervous, aren't you?"

"Honestly?" I asked, meeting his gaze. He nodded. "Kind of."

"Don't be." He smiled reassuringly. "My dad will like you."

What about his mom? Maybe something happened to her. Deciding against my nosy side, I nodded. We both opened our doors, before stepping out. I grabbed my bag and slammed the door shut, meeting Stiles in front of the vehicle. We continued the walk up the short driveway, as Stiles fumbled with his keys in the pocket of his pants.

"Is your dad the strict type?" I quickly asked the question before I could stop it. "Because I'm not good with the strict type."

Connor's parents were strict ... stop!

"No," Stiles laughed, already starting to open the door. "My dad is nowhere near strict."

He held the door open, stepping to the side to let me in first. Sending him a grateful smile, I stepped in. I took in the interior of the small house. It was nice. Nothing like those uncomfortable houses that look like they've been copied and pasted out of a magazine.

"Dad," Stiles called. "I'm back. You home?"

"In the kitchen!" I heard a deeper voice call from the distance.

I gulped. Stiles obviously heard, because he looked at me and chuckled. He softly placed a hand on my shoulder, making the exposed skin from my tank top feel as if it were ignited with fire. "It's fine."

He dropped his hand, before walking off towards a doorway I only imagined to be the kitchen. I quickly stumbled after him, almost bumping into his back when he stopped. Fortunately, I skidded in my steps just in time. Unfortunately, Stiles stepped to the side, giving me a clear view of the man I assumed to be his father. I could definitely see the small resemblances between the two. The man looked shocked. I smiled awkwardly, as he smiled warmly in return. It wasn't until now that I realized that he had a uniform on.

"Dad, this is Felicity." Stiles introduced me, awkwardly moving his hand. "Felicity, this is my dad."

"Hi." I smiled, finally able to form words. I reached out a hand once he was closer to me. "I'm Felicity. But, of course you already knew that."

"Hello," He seemed to like my awkwardness, laughing slightly. "It's nice to meet you . . . girlfriend?"

I nearly choked on the air, as Stiles's hand flew to the nape of his neck awkwardly. His face was as red as Darth Vader's lightsaber. I'm sure mine was, too.

"No," Stiles shook his head. "We're just friends."

A sliver of me hope that he would lie and say 'yes' so his father wouldn't get embarrassed or something.

"Oh," Mr. Stilinski looked genuinely surprised. Why is that? "I'm sorry about that. It's just that Stiles usually never brings girls home."

"Dad!" Stiles silently scolded, his face reddening by the second. I had to stifle a laugh. Mr. Stilinski didn't care, laughing fully.