Lena Whittemore

Saturday (Stiles's POV)

My curtains fly open and the sun wakes me up. I groan loudly and pull the pillow over my head.

"Nope son, get up. Father-son day," my Dad says and throws my pillow across the room.

"Fine, okay. JUst get out," I say.

As soon as he leaves, I lay back down, read to go back to sleep. But my phone rings. Thinking that it might be Lena, I hop out of bed and snatch my phone up. But my phone wasn't ringing. I listen closely and hear it coming from Lena's bag. I wonder who that could be? forgetting all about her privacy and out boundaries, I unzip her bag and start rummaging for it. When I find it, I see that's it's a text from Alistair saying:

Al: Goodmorning babe, how did you sleep?

Babe? Did he just call my girlfriend babe? to MY girlfriend! Alright, I've had it. Next time I see this guy's face he's going to get it. Lena is my highlight, so I won't let some guy steal her away from me.

I pull out my phone and send Lena...oh right, she doesn't have her phone. Did I mention that I'm not the smartest guy?

Then I get an idea. I hurry and take a shower, then get out and put on some jeans and a red t-shirt. I get her stuff and run down the stairs.

"Where are you going," my Dad asks.

"I'm saving y relationship," I mumble and leave out of the door to my car.

I put her stuff in the trunk, then I get into the driver's seat and drive straight to her house.

When I get there, I get her stuff and walk up to the front door. I ring the bell and wait anxiously.

Lena opens the door, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She looks so freaking adorable.

She looks up at me and smiles.

"What are you doing here," she asks.

"Did I wake you," I ask, hoping I didn't.

"No, Jackson woke me up early and had me test the different flavors of pancakes he made," she says, "come in."

I come in and she closes the door.

"He's asleep on the couch, did you eat breakfast or did you get up and come straight to my house," she asks with a giggle.

That's actually what I did.

"I did come straight here," I say and follow her to the kitchen.

She turns to me, red blush on her cheeks and her eyes twinkling with delight.

"Hi-his..um...pancakes are in the oven," she says and takes them out. "ow, ow, ow," she says and drops the pan on the counter.

I drop her stuff and take her hands in mine to examine them.

I get them under some cold water before they turn to blisters.

"I'm such an air head," she sighs.

"Don't say that, you're the smartest girl I know," I say and she blushes.

I cut off the water and dry her hands with a paper towel, then kiss both of them.

"Better," I ask.

"Yes, thank you Dr. Stiles," she says and grabs a plate from the counter.

I sit down on one of the stools and watch her put different colored pancakes on the on the one plate.

"Okay, strawberry, coconut, watermelon, coke, and orange," she says, pointing them each out.

"Wow, he went all out, didn't he," I say and put coconut in my mouth.

"Yeah, but the only good ones are strawberry and watermelon," she says and sits next to me.

I eat the coke one, which is okay. I also eat strawberry and watermelon, which are the best.

But I came to save my relationship.

"Hey, I brought your stuff, you left it in my car," I say and she hums.

"That's where my phone is I bet, I couldn't find it when I woke up," she says, "oh, and it was very sweet for you to carry me inside Stiles."

"No problem, you're as light as a feather," I say with a smile.

"Don't lie," she says and rolls her eyes.

"No, I'm serious. You should eat more," I say and poke her waist.

"Hey, wanna go to my room," she asks, a glint in her eyes.

"Of course," I say and she grabs my hand.

She drags me up the stairs to her room.

When she closes the door, I see that her bed has been slept in, of course, everything else is clean.

I fall on her messy bed and put my arms behind my bed to relax.

"So, did you really just come to drop off my bag," she asks, sitting next to me with her legs criss crossed.

"Yeah, well and to see your beautiful face," I say and she blushes.

She hides her cheeks with her hair and giggles.

"Lena," I say seriously and she looks up.

"Yeah?"

"You love me, right," I ask.

"What kind of question is that," she asks, "of course I love you. I don't say that to just anyone."

"Well...okay, please don't get mad," I say and sit up.

"That depends, what did you do," she asks with a frown.

"Okay, this morning, while your stuff was at my house...your phone started to ring and I decided to answer it, because it was going on and on and on," okay, maybe that was a lie, "then I saw a text from Alistair talking about 'hey babe, good morning'," I say the last part in his voice.

She sighs, "all I did was give him my number, I didn't really think about him sending me messages," she says, "I thought he would just give me threatening texts and what not."

"But you shouldn't have given him your number anyway, that's stupid and dangerous," I say and shake my head.

"Okay, shut up. I don't need you telling me that, I already know that I was being stupid," she says and covers her face with her hands.

I did it again. I'm judging her. I take her elbows in my hands.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean that, I shouldn't have said that. If anyone is stupid it's me. I'm the one that never says the right thing," I say, "please, I want to kiss you and make it all better."

It starts sprinkling outside a little and I know it's all my fault. I put my arms around her.

"I'm sorry," I whisper in her ear.

She uncovers her face and I see tears welling in her eyes.

I kiss her cheeks a couple times and she sighs.

"Don't ever listen to me, okay. Whatever comes out of this mouth is just trash," I say and she smiles a little.

"I've noticed," she says.

I laugh and she giggles.

"So, what do you want to do today, anything you want I'll give it to you," I say.

She shakes her head and looks down, "I just want you to-"

My ringing phone interrupts her.

"Answer it," she says and gives me a smile.