Blissful Burn ➳ Stiles Stilinski [5]

Stranded

We've both checked our phones for the past half hour and turns out I'm not the only one being ignored.

I don't know what's changed but Stiles is now in the same boat as me now. Time to make it rock a little.

He's driven me to go see my Dad on his break–well more like a spy but he doesn't know that yet.

Right now I'm still icing Stiles out. The only time I have words pointed to him is when I'm shouting 'left' and 'right'.

"Left."

"No, not yet," he said missing our turn. This is the sixth time he's done that. Sixth!

"Stiles! I told you to go left!"

"Stop whining I know where I'm going!"

"Yeah! Because I'm the one whining," I scoffed sinking into my seat.

Stiles had only whined the last five times I'd told him to take a turn.  God, it's like he doesn't trust my sense of direction.

Showing me some appreciation after freezing me out would be great.

"Five days. Five whole nights. And you can't even take a simple turn."

"Skyler I'm going to murder you myself if you—"

"We're here!" I yelled jumping from my seat. "Pull up here. And do it now." My threats don't seem to be taken seriously these days.

He puts the car in park and across the road I spot a couple in their late forties smiling and laughing sipping on coffee in the cafe across us.

"You getting out or–"

"Shhhh!" I yell smacking my palm on his mouth. I take my seatbelt off and lean forward so I get a better view of the couple. "Ow! You bit me!"

"Don't tell me to shhh. Now," he sits forward looking outside his window. "What are we looking at?"

I point at the coffee shop staring at the couple. One is in a deputy uniform and the woman is–well she's stunning.

She's a brunette with thick curls and light brown skin. She's dressed in a very casual t-shirt and straight-legged pants.

"Holy shit is that your da–"

"Shhhh!"

"Why are you shushing me?! They're not gonna hear me!"

Oh. Right. I kind of just wanted to make him shut up, to be honest.  But now Stiles is a whole lot more invested as he stares at the two.

I quickly crawl in between both seats to get a better view. And Stiles starts yammering with his big mouth again.

"Sky–"

"Shh."

"Sky could you please–"

"Shh!"

"Skyler!"

"What?!"

"It's a little hard to focus when your hands are pressed up against my crotch."