Angelus・s.s・[2]

Chapter 1

I sat with my legs crossed on one of the hospital seats. My reading glasses perched on my nose and a book in my hands. We weren't allowed in to see Lydia yet so Stiles as I waited in the waiting room right outside her door. I'd been here since she'd gotten in and although I insisted Stiles didn't have to stay he always did to give me company. My eyes were scanning the words as I heard Stiles mumbling to himself.

"Ohh - Just like that. No, no, you first, Rori." My eyes widened and blush worked its way quickly onto my cheeks. "Me first?" Stiles then let out a laugh before snoring, causing me to giggle. Stiles rolled over in the chairs and placed his feet in my lap, something I was used to so I just leant my arms on his legs and kept reading, whilst he was making kiss-y faces. I let out a quiet chuckle and shook my head. Mr. Martin stepped out of Lydia's room and stared at Stiles.

"He's been here all night." Mr. Martin stated.

"He's been here all weekend." Mama McCall corrected.

"All for my daughter?" He asked and she shook her head.

"All for her." She countered and pointed at me. Feeling someones eyes on me, I immediately looked up to see Melissa pointing at me.

"You're dirty." Stiles said with a giggle I turned to see a woman emptying the bin by his head. She looked at him in disgusted shock before shaking her head. I let out a loud laugh which caused Stiles to jump awake. He looked around confused and disorientated, using the balloon we'd gotten Lydia to sit himself up somehow. He noticed me staring at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Did you have a good dream?" I said with laughter in my voice. His eyes widened and his cheeks speckled red.

"I-I uh, yeah I g-guess it was okay. I mean dream wise, it wasn't great but it uh..." He noticed me struggling to contain my giggles.

"You speak when you sleep." I told him with a cheeky grin and he groaned and put his head in his hands.

"We're gonna forget all about this, okay?" I nodded.

"Fine by me." He sighed and moved to the seat next to mine, resting his head in my shoulder as I kept reading, closing his eyes again. He shifted. Then again. He shifted once more before moving to sit crosslegged on the floor, leaning against my legs. One of my hands left my book and without taking my eyes off the woven words of Tolkien, I ran my fingers off Stiles' buzzed hair as he hummed in appreciation.

"You should grow your hair out." I commented without taking my eyes from the book, only looking at Stiles when he looked up at me.

"Really?" He asked with a smile and I nodded.

"Yeah, then I'd have actual hair to run my fingers through." I teased and he grinned before getting up and launching himself at me, sitting on top of me. I laughed. "What exactly are you trying to do?" I asked, dropping my book onto the chair next to us and leant back so I could take my glasses off abandoning them by my book.