"Do you ever get scared of what you can do?" Stiles asked as the two of you walked down the nature center trail.
"Which part?" You asked.
"The part where you can rip people into pieces with your claws," he spoke against the wind.
You walked across a bridge, and stopped in the middle to look down at the water. "I guess I get scared sometimes; it scares me when I'm not in control, when I can feel myself slipping away."
"But how do you know when you're slipping?" Stiles sat on the railing.
"What's with all the questions?" You asked.
Stiles gulped and looked off into the distance. "There's something I really want to do," he sighed. "I don't know if it's me talking or if I'm just being a stupid teenager."
"Well, what do you want to do?" You hopped up on the railing to sit next to him.
"I want to do something that could ruin my relationship with someone," he explained. "I just don't know if I'm confused, or if there's something wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you."
"Then I'm confused?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I can't answer that without knowing what it is you want to do," you giggled.
He ignored you. "But what if what I do ruins my friendship? I feel like I have to do it, I just don't know if it's stupid."
"Stiles," you put your hand on his shoulder. "If it's your first instinct to do this, it's what you should do. It's what you need to do."
"What if things get totally out of control?" He frowned.
"Free the animal, that's my motto," you smiled.
Stiles breathed outwardly, and leaned forwards. He wrapped his arms around you, and kissed you.
"Oh my God," you pulled back and put your hand on your mouth.
"Sorry," he mumbled quickly, jumping off the railing and walking away.
"Stiles, wait," you ran after him. He turned around, refusing to make eye contact. "I like you, too."
"You do?" He asked.
"You just surprised me, that's all," you reached up and kissed him back. "I really, really like you."
