Dreams to Reality | Stiles Stilinski

Fears

Somehow, this position came to be a normal one for Jasmine and Stiles. The two embracing one another.

Minutes, possibly even hours went by, but the two sat in the same position, the only movement being Stiles' hand as it rubbed up and down the back of the girl in his arms. 

Even though the night had taken a traumatic turn, the two wanted to stay in the moment they were currently in. 

In each other's arms they felt safe. In each other's arms, the world along with their problems just seemed to melt away.

Jasmine had stopped crying a while ago. That numb feeling she was becoming so familiar with returning. The only thing she could feel was her steady heartbeat as she relaxed into Stiles. 

Stiles was also numb as he stared unblinkingly at a crack in one of the tiles on the wall. But he was no longer replying the scene of his father that he had imagined earlier that night. No longer hearing his harsh, hateful words or the sound of the glass bottle shattering. Although numb, he felt a sort of comfort that he had realized only Jasmine seemed to provide him. 

He looked down at the girl in his arms. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his torso and her eyes staring off into the unknown.

Jasmine was snapped out of her trance as she felt Stiles reach down and move a piece of hair out of her face.

When he did she couldn't help but see her fathers eerie smile in her mind. 

He's not him. She thought to herself, not wanting to relate Stiles' kindness to the madness she had seen that night. 

She still felt her body flinch slightly before trying to cover up the harsh movement with a forced smile. 

She looked up at the boy through her eyelashes and her heart swelled at the way he was looking at her. She couldn't understand how the boy could look at her was such innocents after everything they had been through that night. After seeing her at her worst more than once. And yet, she couldn't help but return his look. 

"Let's get you some water. Yeah?" he asked her softly. 

She nodded her head, knowing they would have to leave the serenity of their embrace sooner or later. 

They helped one another stand before Jasmine made her way to the bathroom mirror, taking in her distressed face. 

She gulped down the bile that began to rise in her throat, not daring to look past the reflection of herself, before trying her best to fix her makeup and look somewhat presentable. 

Once finished, she let out a small breath before turning to Stiles, who was already looking at her. 

She gave a small nod and the two began to make their way out of the bathroom. Once in the hallway Jasmine reached over, interlocking their hands, hoping it would be enough to support the both of them and get them through the rest of the night. 

Once they had made it outside, it was an absolute shit show.

People were running around and yelling frantically. Some were moving like zombies, others held all of the energy in the world. Everyone seemed high out of their minds. Jasmine even noticed one boy who was making out with a plant. 

Stiles led Jasmine as he shoved through bodies of people, consistently looking back at Jasmine to make sure she was still following closely. 

The further through the crowd they went, the crazier everyone seemed to be acting. It was actually kind of frightening.