Worlds Apart (Teen Wolf)

15- Makeover

"Stiles, stop looking at me like that." I shy away from his intimidating gaze from across the room. My cheeks burn a bright shade of red from how intense his eyes are. There's a good chance that he hasn't blinked since we arrived at Scott's house about an hour ago.

Aside from Stiles and I, everyone else has been surrounding the bestiary to try to figure out if me being alive is permanent or not. I'm not saying that I don't want to know either, but, for the past hour, I have been fascinated with touching everything in sight and stealing glances at Stiles. I've been dead for so long that the simple thing as touch is so remarkable to me once again. The fact that my boyfriend is able to see me now is a wonderful thing and I honestly just want to kiss every inch of his perfect face.

A large grin slides across Stiles' lips as his dark eyes light up with an indescribale emotion. His chin is placed in the palm of his hand on top of the wooden, dining table. "Sorry, I just can't get over how beautiful you are."

As if my face wasn't red enough, his words sends me over the edge and I end up covering part of my face with my right hand. "Stiles." I try to scorn him for doing this to me.

A laugh that I have been dying to hear again, no pun intended, escapes from Stiles' lips. He pushes himself up from the chair on the other side of the table and walks over to where I am sitting. I reach up with both of my hands to grab his own hands when he gets close enough, but his slender fingers wrap around my wrists intead, pulling me to my feet. Swiftly, he moves around to sit down in my chair and tugs on my wrists to get me to sit down on his lap.

A soft hum vibrates off of his lips in content. "I've missed you."

I softly pat his chest with one hand, sniffling as a wave of tears hit me. "Don't start getting soft on me, Stilinski." I try to play it off as being sarcastic until my chin starts to quiver.

Stiles smiles and cups my face in his large hands. "Hey, hey. It's okay. We're together now."

"We were together before. You just didn't know it." I murmur, biting down on my bottom lip to keep myself from crying again. My eyes were still a little puffy from all of the crying I had did before. I didn't want to do anymore of it.

Stiles angles his head up towards mine, eyes darting to my lips a few times. Quite eagerly, I meet him in the middle, joining our lips. Once again, I suck in a breath of air, still taken aback that I'm actually kissing Stiles again. Both of my hands move to his jaw before sliding back into his hair, that I am so thankful that has grown longer. My fingers curl around in his dark hair, gently tugging on it as our kiss continues.

"Well, I don't see any- Oh, shoot. Sorry." Lydia awkwardly hovering in the doorway of the kitchen. Her eyes dart between the two of us after we break apart. Her face lights up after a few seconds. "I've missed seeing you two together."

Stiles' hands curve around my back. "I've missed being with her."

My lips press together, happily. I release my grip on Stiles' hair. "Guys..." I trail off. A single tear rolls down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away, only to have it replaced by several others.

"Oh," Lydia rushes to my side. "Don't do that, Carter. You're going to make me cry again."

I press a hand to my mouth to keep myself from crying out loud. "Sorry." I manage to whisper.

Stiles wraps his arms around me tighter, pulling me into his chest, head buried in his shoulder.

"I think we're going to have to ask Deaton if he knows anything." Scott wanders out of the kitchen with the bestiary in hand. "But, we'll have to wait until morning."

Lydia crosses her arms over her chest. "Well, Carter can't go out looking like this. Everyone in Beacon Hills thinks she's dead. She's been dead for a year." Lydia glances at each of us. "If someone recognizes you, you're going to end up in some science lab with wires sticking out of you."

I straighten up a little. "So, I'm supposed to hide for the rest of my life?"

Lydia purses her lips. "No, I was thinking more of a full makeover. New haircut, hair color, maybe even contacts. You can't be recognizable."

"I don't have to change my name, do I?" I worriedly glance at everyone. I can't imagine being called something else.

Stiles' hand rubs up and down my arm, comfortingly. "She should at least be allowed to keep her name."

"Don't you think people are going to wonder why Stiles is dating another girl that's name is the same as the girl he last dated?" Lydia asks.

"I have a thing for girls named Carter." Stiles grins, while gazing up at me, admiringly.

"You're a dork." I happily chuckle while pecking his cheek.

Lydia tilts her head to the side. "After we talk to Deaton, I think we should get you a makeover. We can't risk anyone noticing you."

I look at Stiles with an eyebrow raised in question.

Stiles gently pushes on my back in attempt to get me to stand up. "It's for a good cause. I don't want to have to try to explain why my dead girlfriend has suddenly come back to life. I've barely gotten my dad used to Scott being a werewolf."

I press my lips together. "Okay. But, nothing crazy, Lydia." I point a warning finger at my best friend.

She tilts her head to the side. "Have you ever considered going strawberry blonde?" She asks with a plan seemed to already be brewing.

I stare back at her, confused. "No?"

"You do have pretty fair skin." Lydia takes notice. "I have a plan."

"I'm kind of scared."

Lydia rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Don't you trust me?"

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So, I know that this is really short, but I have wifi at the moment and I wanted to give you guys a little something something. This is what you get.

Can any of you figure out what Lydia's plan is? I don't think it's that hard to figure out.

I do apologize that this is so so short, but it's better than nothing. I'm slowly able to update my stories. I hate not being able to update for you guys, but between no wifi and a broken collarbone, things are a little difficult.

Question: How do you think Carter will look after the makeover?

So, yeah!