As we walked to Stiles' car, it was silent. All that was heard were the creatures of the Beacon Hills Preserve and the leaves crunching under our feet as we walked.
My hands were shoved in the pockets of my hoodie, the wind blew through my hair, and the moonlight lit us a visible pathway.
It wasn't as awkward as I imagined it to be. I actually felt comfortable next to Stiles.
Quickly stealing a glance at the brown-eyed boy next to me, I noticed his hands were in his back pockets, his thumbs resting on the outside fabric of his pants. The moonlight shone on his face, and I couldn't help but to stare at his features. He wasn't like all the other boys at Beacon Hills High. He was different, and I like that. He didn't try too hard to impress anyone. He was more reserved and awkward in a cute way. Stiles gave off this vibe that made you want to be around him.
Exiting the Preserve, a powder blue Jeep was parked in front of us. "This is your car?" I asked, surprised. He didn't look like the type to drive used, old car models. A Jeep at that.
I saw him nod, smiling at me. Just by that smile, I could tell his car meant a lot to him. "I named it Roscoe." he said, walking over to the car hood and patted it softly and proudly.
I let out a giggle, "Why Roscoe?"
His face turned into one of concentration. "I don't know. The name just spoke to me." he shrugged, chuckling a little. His laugh was adorable and contagious, so I couldn't help but join in.
After a minute our laughter died down. I saw him walk over to the passenger's side and open the door wide. He gestured his arm between me and the door, signaling me to hop in. And he's a gentleman, add that to the list of why he's different.
My eyes fell to the ground as I blushed at his kind action. My legs soon began to walk over to him.
I slowly hopped into the seat with a little struggle because I was a small person in general and his Jeep was a little high up off the ground. I had to use the little step thing to hop up. I buckled myself in with the seatbelt beside me. I saw him shut the door once I was fully in and jog over to his side. He slid in with ease and started up the car.
He backed up out of his parking space and began driving. I guess now would be a good time to tell him my address.
"2213 Lockwood Lane." I said simply, breaking the silence. He nodded to himself, keeping his eyes on the road before us.
Silence engulfed the car once again, but I actually wanted to converse with him. "You go to Beacon Hills High, right?" I asked, instantly regretting the words that just came out my mouth. It was such a stupid question. Now he thinks you're weird and stupid, way to go Catalina.
"We've been going to school together ever since the fifth grade." he whispered, barely audible. My eyes widened at his response. How have I never noticed him before? Now I feel like a terrible person. "I'm sorry." I mumbled, placing my hands in my lap and fiddled around with them.
I felt a warm hand place itself on my knee. His touch sent a chill through my body. Something I have never felt before, and I'm not sure if I ever want it to go away. "It's okay, Cat." he assured me with a small smile.
Honestly, how have I never noticed Stiles before? He's probably the most sweetest boy on this planet and I paid him no mind all these years.
"You sure?" I asked, looking up at him through my lashes. "Yes, I am." he confirmed. "Plus, never in a million years would I picture Catalina Chambers sitting in my Jeep." he joked, trying to lighten up the mood. I smiled at his sense of humor.
I also felt heat rush to my cheeks at his comment, causing me to cover my face with my hands. I just met this boy and he's already made me blush quite a few times.
"Awh, are you blushing?" he teased, making me blush even more. I shook my head, hoping he would drop it. "Well it's okay if you are because you look cute when you do." he admitted softly.
I don't know what came over me, but I uncovered my face and moved my left hand down towards my leg, where his hand was now resting on my thigh. I gently took his hand in mine and intertwined our fingers together. A mass of butterflies erupted in my stomach.
At my touch, I felt his body turn stiff. I rubbed my thumb soothingly across his skin in an effort to calm him down a little.
During this whole ride, I couldn't help but let the butterflies fly around in my stomach. I don't know what it is about Stiles that makes me feel this way, but I want to stick around and find out where it leads to.
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Our hands stayed intertwined the rest of the ride to my house.
Seeing my come into view, I frowned. I didn't want to leave Stiles just yet. I didn't want to go inside. It still astonishes me how my night went from horrifying and death threatening to amazing in just a mere hour or two.
Looking up at my house, I saw the living room light on. Great my dad's still up. I already know what's coming up when I step inside that house.
Stiles drove up and parked in the middle of my driveway. I unbuckeled my seatbelt with my free hand. I then turned my body so I was facing him. I placed our hands in my lap and looked down at them, embracing the feeling.
"Thank you." I whispered, not looking up at him. "For what?" he asked, his voice sounded confused. "For driving me home." I answered.
"No need to thank me." he said. I could tell by his tone that he was smiling.
I slowly began to dettach our hands, feeling a small bit of emptiness when his hand left mine. I lifted my head up to look at him and saw him already looking at me.
I leaned over the armrest and cupped his face in my hands. Leaning closer, I attached my lips to his cheek, letting my lips linger for an extra second.
After a few seconds I removed my lips, and slumped back in my seat to grab my bag. Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I opened the door next to me.
I hopped out, and turned on my heels to face him. His face was priceless. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I giggled at him. He rapidly nodded his head, probably too shocked to form a proper sentence or even think. "Good." I smiled, before shutting the door behind me.
I trudged up the pathway thinking to myself. I just left heaven and now I am entering hell.
