Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

fifty three ; give me love

This entire chapter is based solely around Sage, so there is no script or scenes that I'm following. You guys should know by now that Sage Connelly has a life of her own beyond the events that are shown in the TV show, and this is one of the few times where that is exploited in an entire sequence of events. I tried my hardest to showcase every, or at least a large majority, of the relationships that I decided to create between Sage and a character from Teen Wolf.

There's a single line in this chapter that let the last chapter truly sink in for me, which was when I used the word 'dead' for the first time. Let me know if you find it so I'll know you read this. Be prepared for an excessively long chapter with many mistakes and enjoy! (Also, creds to Ed Sheeran for giving me the inspiration that I needed. I highly suggest listening to Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran himself, Smother by Daughter, and Not About Angels by Birdy.)

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FIFTY THREE;

GIVE ME LOVE

"Junior year. Where do you see yourself?"

The question fell from Sage Connelly's mouth absentmindedly, the blonde playing with her boyfriend's fingers as she let him contemplate his answer. The two of them had the night away from the rest of the world, which was surprising considering there was rarely a time that Lydia and Scott didn't want to hang out with their best friends. To just have the opportunity to spend time together, alone, was something that they both found themselves appreciating even more the less that it happened. Stiles pursed his lips at the random question, his own fingers curling around the blonde's instinctively. That simple act had given him the answer that he needed, especially when he noticed how his girlfriend glanced down at their intertwined hands with a small smile.

"With you." He didn't bother in hesitating to speak, confident in his answer. Stiles Stilinski was well aware that he wanted to be the person to spend every waking moment with Sage. He wanted to be the one that people were jealous of, and he wanted to be the one that the beautiful blonde laying next to him said she loved until she finally got sick of saying it so often. "Every day, until you ask me the same question when we start senior year and I say the same thing."

Stiles watched her reaction, wanting to make sure that he didn't completely scare the girl away. Although, after four months together, he hoped that she already grasped the concept that there were going to be moments where his emotions were on full display for her — and only her.  She was the only person in his life apart from Scott that he felt comfortable being so exposed to, and much like Scott, Sage was one of the few people that had ever fully seen him in a vulnerable state. Even though they had a lighthearted relationship, there were still moments when the humor ran dry; there were moments when he could only look at her and wonder how in the hell he managed to get a girl as incredible as her fall for someone like him, a socially and physically average, horribly athletic, Adderall induced, teenage boy that was just short of simple.

A larger smile had stitched its way upon her face when she heard his response, one that was full of mild amusement. When Stiles noticed this, he couldn't help but let out an exasperated groan, knowing very well that she was going to call him out on how sappy he was being. "Are you laughing at me? You're literally the worst girlfriend in existence. Seriously, I take it back. We can break up now."

"I'm not laughing at you!" Sage denied, although the grin on her face was telling him otherwise. He couldn't help but let out a scoff, moving to get out of his bed as he tried to hide the smile that was etching along his face. Before he could get anywhere, arms were wrapping around him from behind, keeping him in place. His girlfriend laid her cheek on his back, tightening her hold around him. "No, don't leave. You know that I love you."