You Captured My Heart

Your Last Name was WHAT?!

A/N: Derek/OC and Stiles/ OC
A/N: Bold Italic is Amethyst's older sister Roxanne is text and phone calls.
A/N: All outfits, cars, and such are on my profile page
A/N: Italic is implied sarcasm. Italic is also thoughts.
A/N:

Your Last Name was WHAT?!

Misty's P.O.V.

Stretching my arms out wide I arch my back and let out a yawn. Getting an amused looks from Rox, I roll my eyes and we head over to wear Stiles and Scott are hanging around their lockers. Wrapping my arm through Stile's, I lay my head on his shoulder. He stops mid sentence and smiles fondly at me.

"Still trying to convince Scott he's a werewolf?" I ask teasingly and Scott roll his eyes in exasperation.

"Not my fault he's been exhibiting werewolfy behaviors." Stiles says defensively. I smile and pat him on his chest and he huffs at me. I mouth 'He's crazy' to Roxy and she has to muffle her giggles. Stiles wipes his head around and looks at her, playfully looking wounded.

"Well I got to go." I say reluctantly unwinding myself from Stiles nice, warm soft chest.

"What about Lacrosse?" Scott asks and I smile encouragingly at him.

"I really do have to go but something tells me you'll kick ass at Lacrosse practice. " I say and as I'm turning I whisper, "Keep an eye on him." to Roxy. She makes a low hmm sound to let me know she heard. I hurry away. Jiggling my leg and grind my teeth I pull into the parking lot of the Beacon Hill Preserve.

My own little (not really) slice of paradise.

A shudder runs down my body and my skin ripples, you can clearly see the bones rearranging under my skin. Another shudder runs down the length up my body and then fur bursts out all over my body and I fall down landing on paws. Shaking my fur I grab my bag in my teeth and trot off, the trees seeming to devour me. Streaking through the forest I push myself faster and faster. Soon my chest is heaving. I slow down as I reach a part of the forest I recognize as my secret place.

There is a small waterfall, outcroppings where I like to jump off of. There is a bare patch of soil on the ground that I like to lay out a blanket and suntan or read or nap. It's my place to get away. To help center myself again, which is what I really need right now. This is the place that I can come to and just relax and be me.

Ducking behind a tall majestic oak tree I drop my bag and begin to shift back. Once more a shudder runs up and down my body and you can clearly see the bones rearranging under my skin. Another shudder runs down the length up my body and then I'm kneeling on the ground in human form again. Slipping off my black leather cowboy hat, I grab my two piece bathing suit out of my bag. Unbuttoning my black leather vest I slip it off my shoulders and quickly slip on my black fringe top. Kicking of my boots and socks I slip off my pants and underwear before slipping on my white and blue chain bikini bottoms. Grabbing my bag I shove my stuff into before swing it across my shoulder and stepping out from behind the tree and right into someones chest.

A VERY chiseled chest.

I stumble backwards dropping my bag. Just as I am about to fall on my butt a pair of buff black leather cladded arms catch me. I look up and into the gorgeous green eyes of Derek Hale a.k.a the guy who has the body of a freakin Greek God.

"We really should stop running into each other like this." I quip as my heart flips in my chest. He narrows his eyes at me and glares. I wonder who shoved a stick up his ass, shit in his coco puffs and on top of that pissed in his coffee.

"You're on Hale property!" He barks out.

"Umm. Okay. I've been coming here (gestures to the clearing) forever. Now can you let me go?" He glances down and sees me in my bathing suit. His eyes roam over my exposed skin before meeting my eyes. His pupils over blown wide and are nearly black with lust.