Stand By You | Stackson |

Chapter Four: Warmth or Dignity?

"Where am I going to sleep?" I ask flatly, looking around his poster covered room.
"Oh, you can have my bed. I'll take the couch." He offered, motioning to the single bed beside him.
I raise an eyebrow at him and he just smiles, staring me down with those brown puppy dog eyes of his.
"Stiles I am not taking your bed." I reply with a small sigh.
He pouts at me and I do it back mockingly.
"Whyyyy nooooot?" He whines and I roll my eyes.
"Because, it smells like nerd and..cinnamon..and I'm not letting you sleep on the couch because of me" I answer, trying not to let him see that I actually care about him.
"Well then...um.." He starts but stops, stuck for an answer. Probably not something he's used to being as smart as he is...
"Look, I'll take the couch and you take your bed. If I need anything I honestly won't care if you're dreaming peacefully or not, I will wake you up." I say with a nod before walking out into the lounge room and chucking my pillow on the couch.
"Goodnight Jackson!" Stiles calls out from his room and I chuckle a little to myself.
"Go to sleep dork" I reply before lying down and falling asleep.

Three hours later I'm awake, and I'm cold.
With a sigh I get up and quietly walk into Stiles' room.
"Stiles" I whisper, gently shoving him. Honestly I feel slightly bad for having to wake him, he looks kinda cute when he's slee- oh what the hell am I thinking?!
"Stiles" I whisper louder, shaking him slightly. He never mentioned anything about being a heavy sleeper...
"Wake up dumbass I'm cold." I add and sigh when he just snores lightly. Great.
Alright, guess I'll just freeze then.
I turn to walk back out but pause when his hand grabs my wrist.
"Stiles what the hell?!" I whisper yell, turning to find him still asleep. Of course.
"Stiles?" I whisper, trying to tug my arm free. "Let go you idiot" I say, struggling against his surprisingly strong grip.
He mumbles something impossible to understand before pulling me off balance. I stumble trying to stay upright, only succeeding in falling flat on my back beside him.
I lay there wide-eyed for a split second, trying to process what just happened.
The reality of the situation hits me and I freak out. Before I can scramble up, Stiles other arm slips around my waist.
He's...hugging me?!!!!
"Stiles?!!" I say, not even trying to be quiet anymore.
He sighs somewhat contently, shuffles around a little and resumes his quiet snoring. Typical.
I attempt to shove him off when I realise something. He's kinda warm.
Okay time to weigh up my options here.
Stay; be warm and ignore the fact I have an idiot hugging me and snoring.
Or..I could leave and take my dignity with me.
...screw that. I'm cold. I ain't moving. Besides, it's one night. I'm pretty sure he won't say anything, especially since its his fault I'm here.

I toss my dignity out the window and close my eyes, slowly falling asleep to the sound of Stiles soft snoring.

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AN:

Hey guys!
I'm so sorry this took incredibly long to update. I've been unbelievably busy with other things.
Hopefully this makes it up to you!!
And I'll update again real soon!! Getting back into writing again ^-^
Thanks for encouraging me everyone! You're all amazing <3

~ Thomas