goner {stiles stilinski}

dreamer

Kira had decided that she would be picking me up the next morning for school, insisting that it wasn't a problem and that she lived close by anyway. As I told this to my father, while we were sitting in the kitchen having breakfast, he grinned at me.

"I told you everything would be okay!" I still couldn't understand how anyone could be feeling anything this early in the morning. Especially any positive emotions. "See, this is why I wasn't answering yesterday."

I glared up at him. He had called me back later that evening, apologizing for not answering my calls, explaining that he had been stuck in meetings all day and wasn't able to have a moment to himself. Apparently being a lawyer was hard work, who would've thought.

When he arrived home he walked into the living room, where I was sitting watching a movie, with something that would make me forgive him in a second. Pizza.

"Ah, yes. That sure does explain it!" I rolled my eyes at him. His grin managed to grow bigger, taking over half of his face.

We both turned our heads in the direction of the front door as a faint knock could be heard. I looked back at my dad, but he was already on his way out of the kitchen. I groaned and ran out after him, hoping he wouldn't be embarrassing me.

He opened the door with a smile on his face. "You must be Kira! It's nice to meet you!"

She shook his hand and smiled back at him, glancing in my direction quickly. "It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Rhyse."

"Please, call me Adrian."

"Okay, I think that's enough for me to handle," I said and walked passed my father, linking my arm with Kira's. "I will see you after school, bye!"

My father chuckled at my hastiness and waved goodbye as we got into her car and drove off. Kira turned to look at me with a grin on her face. "Your dad seems nice."

I shushed her and told her to keep her eyes on the road, causing her to laugh at me.

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"Why do you look so nervous?" I asked Kira as we made our way to History class. Her eyes kept scanning the halls, moving so fast they were causing me motion sickness.

"What? I'm not nervous." She said without looking at me. I rolled my eyes at her failed attempt to look calm. She looked at me quickly. "I'm not!"

"Right, of course, you're not." I let out a small laugh. I opened my bag, trying to find my notepad and the right book so I would be ready for class. My brows furrowed in confusion when I couldn't find either of them. Kira turned around and looked at me when I stopped walking. "Shit."

"What is it?" I groaned and looked back at her.

"I forgot my stuff for class. You go ahead, I'll be there in a second."

"Okay, hurry. Class'll start soon!"

I walked back to my locker as quickly as I could and threw it open, shoving the book and notepad into my bag forcefully. I looked up at the clock on the wall behind me. Class had already started. I groaned and threw my bag back onto my shoulder. I hated being late.

Again, I wasn't watching my steps and managed to bump into someone.

"Sorry!" I said looking up at the person in front of me. It was Stiles, a look of panic written all over his face, his breathing ragged. "Stiles, are you okay?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He rushed passed me and walked into the boys' restroom. I followed behind him. I could hear him gasping as I opened the door and walked inside. He was standing in front of one of the sinks, looking at himself in the mirror, trying to calm down. It didn't seem to be working because his breathing quickened. I walked closer to him, not really sure what to do, how to help. "Hey, Stiles, what's happening? Are you having a panic attack?"

"It's a dream, it's a dream." He said quietly and sat down with his back against the wall, breathing heavily. He pulled his knees close to his chest and rested his hands on them. "This is just a dream."

"No, it's not. This is real." I said and sat down in front of him, taking his hands in mine and giving them a light squeeze. "You're here. You're here with me, okay? Okay? Stiles?"

He looked up at me, a pained expression on his face. "Just breathe through your nose, okay? Focus on your breathing."

At that moment Scott came rushing into the restroom and made his way over to us, sitting down next to me. He looked at me worriedly. "He thinks this is a dream," I told Scott.

Scott turned his attention to Stiles. "Okay, uh what do you do? I mean, how do you tell if you're awake or dreaming?"

"Your fingers," Stiles said looking back at his best friend. "You count your fingers. You have extra fingers in dreams."

"How many do I have?" Scott said, raising one of his hands. "Look at my hands and count with me."

Stiles started counting out loud, trying to focus on Scott's hands. Both Scott and I counting with him. When we got to ten, Stiles breathing had calmed down considerably. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "What the hell is happening to me?"

"You're going to be okay," I said, assuming he was referring to his panic attack, not knowing he had meant something different with that question. That's when I realized that my hands were still on his and that I had been absentmindedly rubbing my thumbs back and forth as a way of trying to calm him down. I moved my hands away awkwardly. "Sorry."

"Don't be." He said as he looked at me, giving my hands a light squeeze with a smile on his face before letting go. "Thank you."

"Yeah, of course." I smiled back at him. I could almost feel my heart skipping a beat.