YOUR Teen Wolf Story

Burned

"Turn left." Stiles commands.

"You've said that three times already!" You say. "Can't you just tell me your address?"

Silence for a moment.

"I forgot it."

You sigh once more and set your head down the back of the car seat.

"How do you forget your own address?"

"I didn't forget; I never learned."

Throwing him a glare, he says, "What!?"

This is what the conversation sounded like on the way to his house.

Stiles: So, the monster thing, was it human?"

You:"To dark to tell. Please, let's talk about something else."

Stiles:"Yeah." He shifts in his seat. "Did you- turn right- did you have to carry me all the way to the house, or did someone find us?"

You:"I dragged your sorry a-"

Stiles:"My hind is not sorry!"

You: Shoots him a look. " all the way back there. With that thing after us. Wouldn't have done it if there was no such thing as adrenaline. You were there! Remember this yourself!"

Stiles: Sorry. Can I ask you like.... ten more questions. Turn left."

You:"No! Plain out no!"

Stiles: Can we set a time or something? I won't quit asking till you say yes."

You:"That sounds like a date. I thought you liked Lydia."

Stiles:"Do you want it to be a date?"

You don't reply for awhile.

You:"No."

Stiles:"My feelings are hurt."He gives you that pouty look. "Please! Turn right."

You:under your breath, you ask,"Why am I doing this?" And this time, loud enough for Stiles to hear, you say,"Fine. Where?"

Stiles: "Turn right. The hospital cafeteria. At six tomorrow."

Giggling, you realize he's telling the truth. "Is it rude to ask why?"

"Oh. Because I escaped there. In fact right now I'm quite dizzy. Can you pull over so I can barf, now?"

"What!" Your mouth falls open. "Uh... Okay...?"

Hastily, you pull over.

Stiles kicks the door open. And you shout at him to be more careful. Stiles heaves over and lets it all out.

Barfing a few seconds too long than "normal" you begin to feel worried; and slip out of your wagon.

"Hey. are you okay?" This comes from you, only more gentle this time.

Softly, you put you hand on his back and awkwardly rub. You were never great at comfort.

"They took me into the hospital for a reason." Stiles says between hurls.

How serious is this? I thought he just... I don't know; not something serious to get him into a hospital! The poor guy.... He might need help.... or should I call an ambulance?

After the episode of grotesque heaving you ask a few questions.

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"Where are your parents?"

"Parent... My dad's working."

"Oh, man. I'm-I'm." You shift in your seat to face him. "Look, I know a pathetic little "sorry" are not words of comfort, as much as they should be.... but I truly am sorry. I can't name anyone at all who deserves to lose someone close." You look back to the road.

An uneasy silence passes in.

"It's oka-" The not-so-annoying boy tries to say.

"No it's not."

"What time is it?"

"Don't you have your phone?"

"No. But I was hoping you did."

"I do."

"...Then can't you take it out."

"No!"

"Why?"

"I'm driving, that's why!"

"Can't you hand it to me?"

"It's in my back pocket!"

Something touches your seat.

"No! I did not say you can take my phone!"

"I wasn't going to take it! Just merely check the time."

You scoff. And soon find yourself giggling.

"What?" Stiles asks. "What is it?"

"It's just..... this conversation!" You eyes flick towards him. "It's so ridiculous!"

Soon your laughing so hard you have to pull over.

At first, we're talking about Greek mythology, then danger,then monsters with glowing eyes, suddenly you have a date, who starts barfing and then have the most weirdest touchy moment and start fighting over a phone. What a night!

"Are you okay?" Stiles asks. "Should we, like, get you something?"

You laugh more. "No. No. I'm-I'm fine."

Finally you calm down.

"Okay," you start,"Why are you in the Hospital?"

"Sort of started dying. I'm better now. Healing. But slowly."

"Oh my- I couldn't stand- That's incredible! Whatever it was-you beat it! You lived! You're alive! Yeah!" High five!"

You lift your hand up, waiting for the high five. But it never comes. You look at Stiles.

No.