After that, we talked for hours on top of hours. I couldn't believe this feeling inside. Love, hope, and just as plain happiness. Happiness hasn't reach this part of me in a while. For the past three years I've been the sad girl that is strong, weird, strange , and ugly. But now I feel strong, weird but in a good way, and beautiful. He makes me feel like never before. All these things race through my mind as I walk home. I walk into my house and my stepmom yells at me and asks where I was.
" I was at my boyfriend's, and before you say anything yes I actually have one. "
As I walk away she just laughs
" I'm probably gonna spend the night over there again!" I yell over the stairs.
The only reason I came home is to pack a bag for the next three days, Stiles asked me if I would stay because he doesn't really have anyone either. I grab clothes, tooth brush, hair brush, and sketch book. I head out the door and run back to his house and walk in as if I'm welcome. When I walk into his room I pull out my book and start to read, as I hear the shower turn on. I can hear his heart beat rise because he knows I'm here. When ever we are near each other his heart beat always rises, and so does mine. A few minutes later he opens the door and asks for the navy blue towel next to me, as I turn around my face turns a bright pink. I can see the steam release from the room from the door being closed, I hand him the towel and we smile at each other. I quickly walk away and start to read again. We walks out his hair still wet and a drop of water drips every time he steps down. He pulls my hair behind me ear, and kisses me on the cheek. He closes my book for me and we start to talk.
" why are you always reading?
Because, it helps clam me down.
Well you right here in my arms is all I need to calm down. " he says with a smile on his face. I smile right back at him. I lay down a curl up into a little ball, my fangs begin to come in and my eyes turn red, I look back at him and the same happened to him. I control myself, and kiss him. When I open my eyes both of our eyes are red, but our fangs are gone. We have control.
" Can I ask you a question?
When do you have the most control?" I ask
When I'm with you. "
I feel the exact same way, the only time I have control is when I'm with him. My brown hair falls from behind my ears a falls on my cheek, I smile and we both lay down, laughing. My feelings are at their peek. My those feelings are good.
