What Is Reality? (Sciles/ O'Brosey) (Shiz Version)

Chapter 11 -The End-

I can't write this anymore and I don't know why but it's something. I'm just going to give you how I was going to.

Dylan's POV

It was fun going to school again but i really need to go back home. There is no way in hell Stiles Stilinski knows the first thing about acting. He''d probably get me fired so I really need to get back asap. That is why after practice me and Scott went to Deaton for help. We are on the way there at the moment. This car ride is awkward I'll give it that much. Neither of us have said a word at all. I think it's up to me to say something.

"So, you and Stiles." I start off, getting his attention "How did you guy realize you were... you know?" He quickly looks at me then back to the road.

Scott's POV

"Well, it was after lacrosse practice and we were the only ones left in the locker room. We were about to head home, but turns out some of the other idiots locked us in from all angles. I tried to break the door but Liam must have been involved cause there was mountain ash blocking the way. Keep in mind this was in the middle of the freezing winter and the heater automatically stops after 8 pm. When're is that time came Stiles was freezing. I had to do something so...

~Flashback~
"S-s-Scott." I shot around to see Stiles who wasn't looking to good. He was pale white and shivering like a wet dog. It hurts me to see him the way he is. He's suffering and there is nothing I can do about it. Oh wait! Yes I can! This is about to get really awkward though.

"You're freezing." I mumble. He nods

"N-n-nah, Im b-b-burning to death." He sasses back.

"Come here."  I order with open arms. He rushes over and hugs the life outta me, shivering like a rag doll. I hold him close in hope I can warm him up. "Better?" It was sorta working, yet he was still shivering. Stiles shakes his head.

"I-I'm still c-cold." He mumbles. He needs more heat. If he doesn't get more heat he'll died. I can't let my best friend go like this.

"Okay, I'll help." I reply and pick up the  older boy into my arms. I am so going to kill Liam for this. He may have only planed for me to be in here or maybe he just didn't know about the air turning off, but I'm p to the i to the double s to the ed off. He is going to understand what 50 shades of pain feels like.

"Wha- what are you-" He is to cold to talk, plus he doesn't have time to finish by the time I have him and I huddled in a corner.

"Keeping you warm dumb ass, now stay still." I order the human, running a hand through his hair. Stiles leans back and relaxes into the hold, taking in my body head.

"This is so gay." He admits and I do agree. Does it really matter though.

"Yeah, but it's keeping you alive." I inform. We sit in silence for five minutes then something bad happens. Stiles started breathing heavily, taking in large amount of air. I don't quite get the concept until he starts grasping onto me fire dear life. He let's go of and pushes away, running to the showers. Stiles flick the water on and sits under it, not caring about cold. I now understand. He is having a panic attack. I force my body off the ground as fast as possible. I rush over to my friends asap.

"Shoot." I mutter and place a hand on his back for comfort. He wasn't getting better and I don't know what to do. Lydia would be good to have right about now. She knows everything about how to stop panic attacks. The only way I know to stop them is to make him hold his breath. Lydia said if you can do that you can stop the panic attack. Sadly, the only way I know how to stop someone from breathing is by a kiss. Stiles would hate me forever for that, however, I don't want him to faint or worse. I'm going to do it.

"Stiles, look at me." The human turns around, panting like a dog. As soon as he turns I push forward and connect my lips to his. His eyes widen and lock with mine as his breathing stops. It worked Scott, now you can pull away or he can pull away. Why aren't we pulling away?Why is he closing his eyes? Why am I closing my eyes? Why does this feel good? Now why are we moving our lips?

The both of us sat there with our lips as one. We waited a few minutes before parting. We both take in a quick intake of air and quickly exhale, not losing eye contact.

-Flashback over-

"And that's how we knew we were meant to be." I finish explaining without taking my eyes off the road. From the sound of silence I could tell he was speechless. I felt the same way when it happened.

"Have you and this Tyler had any romantic moments?" I ask Dylan. He blushes, but looks away, shaking his head. "Mhmm" I hum in disbelief. He's so lying. I was about to say something smart but then I realized we are already  at Deaton's. I pull up in the driveway and park Stiles Jeep. We get out and head inside as fast as possible. Inside there was Deaton holding a cracked mirror.

"Hey, Deaton. This is Dylan. He needs to get home" The doctor nods as we walk over to his side.

"Oh yes, and I know how." The doctor pulls out a green potion in a bottle.

"This potion will fix it all..." he opens the bottle and pours it on the mirror. The glass heals up and Dylan becomes fuzz. In seconds he fades back in and he looks at his hands in confusion.

"How the hell am I-" Dylan looks up and sees me. His eyes widen then his body launches forward. His arms wrap around my neck and lips connect to mine. This isn't Dylan! This is Stiles! We share a ten second kiss and pull away, eyes locked with one another.

"Deaton, I don't know what you did to get my baby back here, but god bless you."

Dylan's POV

I went fuzz for a seconds then I phase back to normal. Once that has happened I'm looking up at really worried Sc- hang on...

"Where am I?" I ask the person holding food I front of me.

"At a fancy hotel and you are?" The person asks me, dropping the food. This person is either Scott or Tyler and right now I'm thinking Tyler.

"I'm Dy-" I don't have time to finish before a pair of lips lock to mine. This is Tyler. I can not be happier. When he healed that mirror all the wonky stuff went back to normal. I'm am curious about this mirror though. Where does a universal mirror even come from? Ah, who care! Right now, all I care about is my priority. Tyler Posey.

The End.