Stay With Me + Stilinski [BOOK 1]

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[Repeat song that's above.]

[Two Months Later]

You know that moment, where everything stops and your whole life flashes before your eyes leaving you to think, "Wow, I've had a good life."?

Yeah, here I was, watching everything flash before my eyes. The problem was, I was still alive, breathing, conscious. Except, I was dying. Literally, in his arms this very second, barely breathing and watching everything flash before my eyes.

The problem? I wasn't ready to die. I had just gotten married to the love of my life and here I was fucking dying in his arms. Romantic, am I right? Well I know what your thinking, wait? What the fuck did I miss? When did this happen? Well, I haven't got there yet, so here I am, telling you what happened so you understand at the end of this chapter.

It had been two months after my dad had returned and we had gotten close. Soon, he was walking me down the isle and handing me over to Stiles. Now mind you, anything can happen in Beacon Hills.

"Alyssa, I've loved you ever since we met on the playground." Stiles started our vows, "You were wearing this purple jacket and you fell into my arms when you tripped."

"I was clumsy." I muttered, causing everyone to laugh.

"When we were 13 Scott pushed me into you everyday because he wanted me to confess that I liked you," Stiles chuckled when Scott whacked him upside the head, "When we first said I love you it wasn't the normal I love you. It was our little saying, our promise that we've kept since second grade. When I lost you I thought you broke the promise but you did stay with me and I am so happy now. Stay With Me?"

"Forever." I answered, bouncing on my heels in excitement.

And when we shared our first dance as husband and wife, I should have known.

"Alyssa, you ready?" Stiles whispered in my ear.

"Ready to dance? No." I snorted, taking his hand anyways.

Stiles led me onto the dance floor, everyone becoming silent. He couldn't wipe the damn smirk off his face and I couldn't help but let him enjoy this moment that I, Alyssa Moore now Stilinski, was dancing.

"Your fucking mean you know that right?" I told him.

"Come on, it's our wedding, Lys." Stiles chuckled, "Just one dance."

"Fine you little shit." I told him, the music beginning to play, "Alright now your an asshole."

"It's just one slow dance, come on." Stiles pouted.

"Only for you." I told him, letting put his hands on my waist.

We swayed to the music, my head laying on his chest. If you know anything about me at all, it's that I hate to dance.

"Wait, what did I miss? Is Alyssa actually dancing?!" Scott exclaimed, returning from the bathroom.

"Fuck you, McCall." I yelled out jokingly, both of us sticking out tongues out.

"Love you too, Lys." Scott grinned.

I hated dancing but I loved Stiles. He was the only boy who could get me to dance, the only boy to get me to do anything for that matter. I smiled at my dad, waving slightly. He smiled at me, something about him seemed off but I didn't quite notice.

"Stiles." I murmured.

"Hmm?" He responded.

"Stay With Me?" I whispered.