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Y/N's POV.
"stiles?" i stammered into the phone.
"hey baby!" he spoke, seeming very happy.
"everything okay? you said you would be here at noon and it's now.." i directed my attention toward my watch on my wrist.
"it's now one in the afternoon stiles. you're an hour late." i laughed.
"oh come on princess, since when am i ever punctual?" he sassed back at me.
"oh really? you always seem to be punctual, hell even early to all the police reports and dead bodies you overhear on your police scanner." i spoke with emphasis to the early, knowing i got him.
"yea okay. yes you're right but i'm on the way now. i'm like five minutes away.
scott decided he wanted to have a pack meeting, which consisted of him and i, sitting in his living room.
as he rambled on about kira. i like kira but oh my god. i've got my own girlfriend to attend too." he sighed.
"okay baby well you're five minutes away right?" i asked, looking out my window.
"oh baby come on, you know roscoe and i got speed coursing through our veins. we're outside." he said with a matter of fact attitude to his voice.
i hung up and met him at his beloved jeep.
"i've got my pillow and my pjs and...shit why do i have handcuffs? eh we could probably use those." he spoke with ease, placing the cuffs back in his bag.
"stiles we are not using handcuffs, my wrists still seem sore from the last time we did that." i laughed at him, taking his pillow from his grasp.
"that was two nights ago, you're too fragile sometimes." he giggled at me, walking to the back of roscoe and getting yet another bag. "what's that sti?" i asked, following him.
"i brought over a shirt for you, since i know you like them and you have like six why did i even bring one anyways. there's also like games and stuff too. just stuff for us to do." he smiled at me as he grabbed the bag. "let me take it." i spoke trying to grab the bag from him. "nuh uh. i'll carry it thank you." he sassed again. "oh but baby lemme help you.
You look like you're struggling." i laughed at him. he just glared at me and we walked inside.
"i can feel you staring at my butt stilinski." "oh come on. theres a lot to love right there.
i have to look." he said as he poked my butt.
i yelped a bit and got a laugh out of him. we settled our things inside and plopped down on my couch.
