Paper Hearts→s. stilinski

Chapter // 00

"Remember the way you made me feel.."

It was just him and I playing with some legos on his bedroom floor, while our parents were downstairs chatting when I finally gathered the courage to tell him. I put down the pieces I was playing with and began to fiddle with some loose string on my little sundress, it took him thirty seconds to realized I stopped. He looked up at me with a curious glance, "Hey, wha's wrong?" he asked.

"Mommy says we have to go away soon."

"..such young love but."

"Mom, are you kidding me? We haven't even stay at this place for six months, that's got to be new record!" I started whining. "And you guys expect me not to be antisocial with how often we mov-" my mother cut off my grumbling.

"Like a v-vac-vacay-shun, vacation? That's so cool, where are you go-" he struggled to get the big word out, before his excited rambling took control. I to cut him off to explain the situation better.

"No, she says that we're moving away for a long time..." the face I made must have been absolutely heartbreaking, because realization dawned on his face. His amber eyes widened considerably, and his mouth started wobbling.

"Oh, you mean away from here, from me." he balled his little hands up into a fist on his thighs.

"Something in me knew that it was real.."

"I think you'll like this place, and Dad even said that this would be the last stop." she hadn't even looked up from whatever she was doing on her tablet.

The dam broke and I threw my little body in his arms crying, he just hugged me tightly. I could hear his sniffles from where my face was buried in neck. "I don't wan' you to go leave, we're supposed't get married!" he wailed from over top of me as if it's the end of the world. But at the time, in that situation it was.

"I don't wanna marry Scott!" five-year old Stiles cried louder.

That made me giggle through my tears, "Daddy says we can to come back and visit, but we can get married before we leave. That way you can still be my husband." I mumbled against his neck.

"Yeah right, where are we being shipped off to now?" I asked pouting, looking down at my shirt playing with a loose string.

"...frozen in my head."

"Okay then" he sighed.

"Hey Stiles?"

"Yes?"

"I don' wanna leave you either."

We fell asleep against each other on the bedroom floor with salty cheeks listening to each others sniffles.

Out of my peripheral vision, she looked at me with a wide grin, "We're going home. Home, to Beacon Hills."

"Goodbye love, you flew right by love.."