𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟺𝟷《𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"What do the different coloured strings mean?" I ask curiously from my place on Stiles' bed, watching him pin wool to his crime board.

"Oh, just different stages of the investigation. Green is solved, yellow is to be determined, blue's just pretty" Stiles answers.

"What does red mean?" I question, looking at all the red string on the board.

"Unsolved" He sighs.

"You only have red on the board" I point out.

"Yes, I'm aware. Thank you" He sasses me.

"Did you get detention for pulling the alarm?" I query, wrapping the red string around my pointer finger.

"Yep. Every day this week. It's okay though. We were onto something" He tells me.

"Mmhm" I hum, nodding absentmindedly.

I feel eyes on me but I continue wrapping the red string around my finger.

"What's on your mind?" Stiles asks and I shrug.

Stiles walks over to me, crouching down beside his bed and lifts my chin up so I'm looking at him.

"Talk to me" He pleads.

"It's just, Lydia hasn't been wrong before and I had a bad feeling" I answer.

"A bad feeling?" He questions.

"Usually when something bad is about to happen, I get this feeling in my gut that's just wrong. Mother nature tries to warn me to be careful" I explain and he raises a brow.

"And you got that feeling today?" He asks and I nod.

"It's never been wrong before either, Stiles" I tell him.

"If it's never been wrong before, then don't doubt yourself. I believe you. I know he was there" Stiles assures me, gently unravelling the red string from around my finger "And look, if you wanted to, I'd go back to that school right now and search all night just to prove it"

I smile at him gratefully and he tucks my hair behind my ear, smiling back at me warmly.

"Stiles?" I whisper.

"Natalia" He responds sassily.

"Can I kiss you?" I blurt out and his eyes widen.

He pauses for a second before gulping and nodding softly. I slowly lean forward and as our noses brush against each other, his eyes flutter closed.

Our lips meet for a sweet and gentle kiss, something I'm not used to but the minute our lips part I crave another one. I kiss him again and he drops the pen in his hand, reaching forward to tangle his fingers in my hair.

Breaking the kiss, I sit up on my knees and pull him onto the bed. His head hits the pillow and I throw my leg over his body to straddle his waist, grinning down at him. He grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me down into another kiss, this one heavier than the others.