Dear Rabbit

Chapter 13

A hard rapping on a window brought me out of my slumber, and I soon sobered up from my sleep at the realisation that at some point in the night I had slipped from the seats to cuddle closer to Stiles. Despite the gap being incredibly tiny, somehow I'd managed it...and I felt a wave of embarrassment come crushing down on me. Yes, it was incredibly comfortable to be lying there, legs tangled with Stiles', head tucked into the crook of his neck, but it was incredibly awkward as well and I pulled myself up and away. I blinked at the harsh sunlight that filtered through the windows only to see the Sheriff with arms crossed peering into the jeep. Uh oh...

"Stiles!" I hissed at him from my place beside him on the floor. There was no way I was dealing with the Sheriff on my own-I wasn't suicidal. Although I had a feeling more anger would be directed at Stiles then at me; after all he's the reason we were in the jeep in the middle of nowhere in the first place. Not that I wanted him to get in trouble, it wasn't as if anyone died and really it's not his fault that his jeep broke down. Unfortunately it wasn't my place to argue with Mr. Stilinski...especially when Stiles and I probably worried him sick.

"Mmmm...." The boy merely let out of mumbling noise that sounded far too happy for your average dream and had me rolling my eyes. Of course of all the times he could be a complete teenage boy and have a sex dream, it had to be while we were stuck in a cold jeep in the middle of a road surrounded by forest. But considering the topic of apparently his conversation with Scott the other day about dreams it was highly predictable...I was going to start carrying around a bucket of ice water.

"Stiles! Wake up!" I could feel the Sheriff's eyes on my back, the uncomfortable prickling sensation that comes with being stared down by an authority figure. I had hoped it would be Norman or someone equally as harmless who found us in the morning.

"Ngh..." Fed up with Stiles' inability to wake up, I balled my fist and hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could, which seemed to hurt my fist more than it hurt him. He started awake, sitting right up and causing me to fall back against the edge of the seats. "Wha-?!" He scowled at me, half awake, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Look." I pointed to the window, where Sheriff Stilinski still stood, arms folded heavily across his chest, a frown set across his features, and although I couldn't see I would put money on the fact his foot was tapping against the tarmac impatiently.

"Oh...shit." I would have laughed at the way the blood drained from his face and the terrified expression, had I not been facing the exact same fate that he was. We were both a complete mess, tired, and had been missing overnight. We were bound to get yelled at by both our sets of parents, then our friends, and then the school would decide it was a funny tale to tell and we'd have some sort of Mean Girls situation going on. I really didn't want to go to school...it was probably already second lesson if not third and all the attention would be on some silly little rumours that Dori probably started just to annoy the living daylights out of me.

"Yeah..." Stiles pulled himself up and swung into the front of the jeep opening the door and I watched as John practically pulled him out by the collar of his shirt and I reluctantly followed the two of them out into the sun.

"What were you two thinking?! You should have called! I was worried sick!" I imagine that this was what it would be like if I had my dad around to scold me. I felt terrible for worrying the Sheriff, but I didn't see how we could do anything more than what we did. It wasn't as if we could easily walk back to town with a killer on the loose.