*Few Days Later*
Stiles and I are out and about. It's about 11:45 P. M. (At night).
*Cough*
We hear from the alley way.
"You two look real cute together." A mean looking man confronts, with a beer bottle in his hand.
"Thank you." I say, as we keep walking. Stiles just half smiles.
"Queers, think it's okay to just walk right past?" He snaps, stepping closer.
We ignore him and keep walking.
"Hey!" He demands and grabs Stiles by the shoulder, spinning him around and swings his left fist hitting him in the face.
I see Stiles holding his face and grow with anger. The guy snickers and starts walking away.
"HEY!!" I shout, turning him around and hit him with my right hook. He throws one back and I land another.
"Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop." A hooker comes over, and gets between us stopping us.
Stiles pulls me away. We start walking away and he looks back once more.
I grab Stiles hand holding it. He looks at our hands and slowly holds mine back. He smiles as we walk.
We're almost to my loft when he stops. I stop with him.
"Stiles?" I watch him.
He slowly grabs my face and kisses me. I kiss back and place my hands on his frail, fragile body. One in the centre of his back and the other on his lower back. He slowly pulls away.
"Thank you." He softly whispers as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I softly smile and hug him tightly to me.
