Complete // Stiles Stilinski [3]

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"Stiles, you've had all summer to sleep. Wake up before I pour cold water all over you," I yell/whispered.

"Why can't you wake me up the other way?" He finally turned around and opened his eyes, a stupid smirk plastered on his face.

"I'm serious. Lena doesn't like when you're over. I mean, she likes you just not the idea of my boyfriend sleeping in the same bed as me. Or even when you're just in my room."

"Is that why she's always nagging about you to keep your door open when I'm over?" He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"She's not nagging, she's just trying to be a good guardian. If it was my dad, you wouldn't even be aloud in my room," I climbed out of bed and picked his shirt and pants off the floor, tossing them to him. "Maybe even the house."

"C'mon, didn't you want to go see your dad at the station?" I walked over to my unpacked boxes and tried to look for something to wear.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go home first and take a shower," he sat on the edge of my bed and put his shoes on.

"You could always take a shower here," I offered. I made an 'ah-ha' sound as I found the dress I was looking for.

"I am a man, I do not want to smell like your vanilla soap."

"Um, it's coconut," I corrected him.

"Oh, my bad!" He waved his hands in the air sarcastically. He walked up to me and kissed me on the lips.

"See you at school," I said to him, kissing him once more before he left.

***

"So, you ran a background check, and all you found was a speeding ticket?" I asked Stiles as I followed him in the school courtyard. 

"Speeding ticket signed by Theo's dad eight years ago."

"Which means..?"

"Who speeds?" Stiles asked like it was totally crazy. "People trying to get away from something."

"Stiles. How many tickets do you have?" I already knew the answer to this one.

"None."

I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms, "How many would you have if your dad hadn't gotten you out of them?"

"Ten."

I glared at him.

"Okay, seventeen."

I sighed and pursed my lips. "Well, Stiles. I see why you're worried. He's really hot. He's got like great hair, perfect body. You should definitely feel threatened."

"Thank you. Because I do. Now more than ever," his eyes bugged out of his head. I don't think he realized that I was just kidding.

"You want me to torture him?" Malia asked, appearing out of nowhere.

Stiles and I both jumped because her presence startled us.

"Uh, I can torture him too. I am totally capable," I pointed to myself. "I can do it. Don't doubt me."

"What? No. I don't want either of you to torture him."

"What? Think I couldn't take him?" I was just joking around but I don't think Stiles realized it.