Sedated

The Weird Gets Weirder?

As we loaded the junk food in his Jeep and got in my nerves took over.

"Stiles," I said softly looking at him.

"Whats up Nyx, somethings bothering you."

"What if let's just say, what if you weren't just joking about it being a werewolf that attacked Scott and I the other night?"

"Okay, go on." He encouraged me.

"We know California doesn't have wolves, so it couldn't have been an actual wolf. Not to mention that thing the other night was huge."

"What does the other night have to do what happened to you tonight?" Stiles asked eyebrows furrowed.

"It was the same thing. And it..." I trailed off.

"Nyx and what?"

"You can't laugh, or make jokes about what I about to say. Swear!"

"Okay I swear Nyx." He said as he parked in front of his house. "Do you want to talk inside? My dad won't be home for awhile."

"Yeah," I said softly we took the junk food up to his room.

"Now talk to me Nyx," he said grabbing my wrists and pulling me to sit down next to him.

"This thing was huge, it kind of looked like a wolf, but it was just so big it couldn't possibly be one. It knew which room was mine, none of the other doors or rooms were messed up. And then it.. it said my name Stiles. I know I sound absolutely crazy and insane, and out of my mind. But it was in the kitchen and it looked at me with these red eyes and it said. "Nyx, my little witch." What is that even supposed to mean. Witch, I'm not a witch. They aren't even real," I rambled my anxiety spiking with every sentence.

"Nyx. Nyx, look at me. I don't think you're crazy, or insane, or out of your mind. Something is going on in Beacon Hills and we're going to figure it out, I promise." He said softly pulling me into his chest wrapping his arms around me.

"What the hell does it want with me? I'm not a witch, I can't be. That doesn't make sense."

"We're going to figure it out I promise. Nyx I promise we're going to figure it all out." 

"So what do we do now?"

"Junk food and junk movies?"

I grabbed my pajamas and headed into the bathroom, changing. I hurried back into his room and buried myself under the covers. I knew Stiles headed to the kitchen to make popcorn, so I sifted thought the candy. Grabbing the bag of peanut m&m's for myself as I heard Stiles footsteps on the stairs.

He paused in the doorway making me turn to look at him, he was staring at me his eyes soft and a small smile on his face.

"Move your ass Stilinski, we have stuff to do." I teased making him laugh lightly before walking over to me. "Why were you staring anyway?"

"I wasn't- I was just -I.."

"Stiles relax I'm teasing you. I know you were staring at me and my gorgeous hair."

"I most definitely was." He said I thought he was teasing me back but his tone of voice was different.

I turned to him, seeing his cheeks pink, and to see him flustered.

"Stiles.."

"So which movie are we watching first?" He quickly asked.

"You pick." I flashed him a smile gently bumping my shoulder against his.

He grinned at me and picked one, laying back against the headboard next to me. He grabbed a handful of popcorn and began eating it. 

"Be careful. I don't want to explain to your dad that you choked to death on popcorn."