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Dear Juliet, you're my firsti dont mean my first kiss,or the first time we held hands,youre not my first love,but youre the first personi feel completely safe with,the first person to provethat I am not too muchand that my loveisnt a burden

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Dear Juliet,
you're my first
i dont mean my first kiss,
or the first time we held hands,
youre not my first love,
but youre the first person
i feel completely safe with,
the first person to prove
that I am not too much
and that my love
isnt a burden.

Juliet and Stiles ran to the car and drove to the school to get Scott. They couldn't find Derek or Peter at the hospital.

"What if Peter is already there!" She started to freak out.

"He's not gonna be okay?" They finally got to the school and saw Scott on the boys locker room floor.

"Scott!" Juliet ran to him.

"Dude, we have a huge problem!" Stiles and running in. She helped Scott on the bench.

"Trust me... I know." Scott replied. They got home, Juliet was close by her room and Scott asked her something."Did Peter touch your neck?" He asked.

"No."

"Don't let him." She walked in her room and sat down on my bed. She couldn't sleep and it was the weekend. She just laid in my bed and thought about Peter being the alpha. What if she turn into him? A big werewolf like creature.

Juliet blast up some music. She started writing an essay due in y poetry class. She finished the essay. There was nothing to do. She took a shower and got ready for bed. She started to look into her hybrid self on websites, reading articles about the last hybrid. She came by some pictures and her eyes started to close.

I was lying down, sleeping. I turned around and saw Stiles.

"Stiles what are doing here?" I whispered. "Isn't it late?"

"Jul, let's just lay here."

"This can't be. You're not real. This has to be a dream." I rubbed my eyes. "Stiles?"

"Yeah?" He leaned against his palm of his hand with his head and just gazed into my eyes.

"What are you doing?" He started to lean in.

"Don't worry about it." He touched my face and leaned in and gave me a kiss.

Juliet shot up and turned on her light. She touched her lips as she looked around.

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