Chapter 4: Feeling Alive

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*Stiles POV*

I looked at anhora and we ran downstairs and saw a woman on the ground picking up glass shards from the ground. The woman looked up.

"Who are you?" Said the woman.

"This is stiles." Said anhora.

"Stiles?" The woman said.

"A friend, or boyfriend, ummmm I don't know." She said.

I couldn't stop looking at anhora.

"Oh and I'm a total buzz kill." Said the woman.

"Stiles, this is my awesome aunt Clara." She said.

"Nice to meet you." I said.

"Likewise." She said.

"Do you need help?" I asked.

"No,no you guys continue what you were doing." She said.

"Um, sure, can we in anyway go to your house?" Anhora asked me.

I didnt want this day to end cause I really like her, so I said yes.

"Sure why not." I said.

"Good just let me get my things." She said.

She went upstairs.

I went to the couch where I left my water bottle and went to the kitchen to find a trash can. I found it. I threw my water bottle in the trash can. Anhora came downstairs .

"Let's go." She said.

"Text me." Said anhoras aunt.

Anhora nodded and opened the door.
We walked to my car and drive to my house.

*Anhoras POV*

We arrived at his house. His house is big and beautiful.

"Let's go in." He said.

We walked into his house.

"Wow this is beautiful." I said walking in the front door.

"Ehhh,I guess." He said.

"You live here by yourself." I asked.

"No, my uncle lives with me." He said.

"He's not gonna come barging in on us will he?" I said.

"No." He said grabbing my waist.

"Good." I said smiling.

"Let me show you around." He said.

He showed me around. The upstairs and the second floor and the some of the basement. He took me to the first floor again and showed me to his room.

"The famous bedroom." I said "Bet you take all your victims here."

He looked at me nervous and confused.

"Ladies." I said.

"Oh, umm, no." He said kinda embarrassed.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't have any girlfriends." He confessed.

"Same." I said

He smirked and walked over to a chair that was by a small desk table.

I sat on his bed.

"So why did you move back here?" I asked.

"Just wanted to see my old town again." He said.

I giggled.

"Nice bed." I said.

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