Dreams to Reality | Stiles Stilinski

Police Station

The next morning Jasmine awoke to a not so quiet Stiles falling onto the floor.

She groaned before mumbling out an annoyed "Good morning to you too."

Stiles popped up sheepishly before nodding and saying "Uh, good morning."

Jasmine thought back to the previous night and couldn't even remember the two falling asleep. The were up for hours talking and comforting one another. 

She rolled over to her back before sleepily asking "What time is it?"

Stiles pulled out his phone to check. "It's 8:30"

She groaned out in annoyance. "What are you doing up so early Stiles? It's not even a school day?" 

He looked at her in astonishment. Surprised at the fact that she wasn't shocked about him sleeping over last night. She didn't even bat an eyelash at the fact that they had shared the same bed. They didn't cuddle or anything. But when he woke up her hand was resting against his chest. And that was enough to make the boy freak. 

"I-uh, I-" he stammered, not wanting to tell her he had awoken with a start at the fact that they were sharing a bed. 

Jasmine just gave him a knowing smile before reaching over to her bedside table and putting her hair up in a messy bun, curls springing out in all directions. 

In all honesty, she was kind of surprised to find that Stiles had stayed the night last night. But she was also kind of glad he did. She wasn't going to lie, it was nice waking up to him- no matter how early. And she slept really good, some of the best sleep she's had in a while. She didn't even wake up once. She couldn't help but make the connection that the nights she slept through, were typically only when she fell asleep in the boy's presence.

It probably also helped that she was very comfortable around him. How could she not be? She loved Stiles as a person and he had seen her at her worst, multiple times now, and there was never an ounce of judgement on his features. He took her for her. Her flaws included. 

At her look he stopped his stammering and stood there awkwardly. 

Jasmine then got up and made her way over to him before grabbing his hand and leading him down the stairs and into the kitchen. She then let go of his hand to make her way to the fridge. 

She hid a smile as she saw him watching her in shock and confusion. 

She then got out some pans before turning on the burner of her stove. 

"How do you like your eggs?" she asked him. 

"My-my eggs?" he asked in confusion.

"Uh, yeah" she asked in a duh tone. "How do you like them?" she pointed to the stove top with the spatula she had in her hand.

"Scrambled" was all Stiles said simply, still dumbfounded. 

"You would like them scrambled" Jasmine joked feigning disgust.

"What does that even mean?" Stiles asked in offense. 

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The two had spent the morning happily chatting away as Jasmine made them breakfast. 

She went simple with pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Often having to swat Stiles hands away as he tried to pick at the food before everything was finished. 

After he had calmed his nerves, the morning went smoothly. The two finally getting to know one another without any supernatural involvement. 

After the they had eaten and cleaned the kitchen together, Stiles had went home to shower and get himself together for the day. Before he left, Stiles had told her that Scott was coming over early in the evening so that they could tell his dad about Matt. He told her she was welcome to come too.