Stalia- a collection of nights spent together

Grounded

STALIAS POV

So, from all the events that have happened this past week, I'm not sure stiles really wants to worry about what we said to each other last week. and it's totally okay because I'm not sure I want to discuss it either. for the last week all we've really been doing was just cuddling and talking. and it feels like the best feeling in the world. to have someone like.. that. and I want to have him forever. because I've never felt this happy. so... if he's gone will it be the saddest I've ever felt..? I don't really like to think about it. But my big mouth had to open up the subject as we where having our late night cuddle /talks.

"stiles, what would you do if we weren't together?" I said so bluntly that it sounded like a child asking her parents a stupid question. I heard him breath out, and stop his words as they where coming out "I really don't know what I would do. and I know it sounds cheesy, but I really, really don't know what I would do. because, I don't know why. it's so hard to explain. wow, I really gotta give those guys in chick flick movies more credit..." he laughed. I smiled and let a small laugh through it. I felt something swell in me and I couldn't help but say something. something meaningful. something that, if they where my last words I would say, so I said it. "I love you." I paused "I love you so much. and I don't know what to do because, what if this does really end.".I started to tear up. and it was true because I really didn't have anything. my father was always depressed, and my friends think I'm weird, and don't get me wrong I love them. but not like I love stiles. not like stiles loves me. I've missed out on my high school education, and I have nothing after all of this. I'm hoping I walk away with stiles. all I want is him. and I don't know why. he turned his head my way and looked at me with a blank expression "if this does really end, and I swear on my life it won't, just know that I love you too." he said it so honestly that I couldn't even hear his heart change a rythem. I smiled and a teat escaped my eye. I just want to listen to the sound of his heart beat and fall asleep to it. so it did.

STILES POV

I woke up the next morning on a Monday and looked at the clock. I was fucked. we had 20 minutes to get ready and the other 15 to get to school. I shook malia to waken her up, she quickly got the signal. she started panicking

"crap, I forgot it was a stupid Sunday I don't have anything to wear." I rolled my eyes. with a toothbrush in my mouth I said " just borrow one of my clothes like you did last week like 2 times" she frowned. what now? what was wrong with my sense of fashon? she got up off the floor "stiles I'm not wearing your clothes again" she said. "why not?" she looked to the side and said "well everyone knows they're youre clothes and the stupid kids in my class make fun of me and say dumb things behind my back that I can hear like 'she sleeps with him' or some guys say 'if she rides stiles maybe she'll ri.." I interrupted her, because one we didn't have anytime for this and two I couldn't stand to hear what those kids where saying. "okay." I sighed. "go under my bed. there's a box of girl clothes under there. they're old, but I guess they'll do." she went under my bed and pulled out my special box. the clothes in that box let me sleep at night when I couldn't sleep at night. those clothes where the last thing I had of her. she interrupted my train of thought by saying "stiles these are beautiful clothes. I love them. why do you have pretty girl clothes under your bed...?" I coughed and tried to let it out as smooth as possible without interrogation "they used to belong to my mother. just some of her favorite things to wear." she let out a silent oh and continued picking out clothes from the chest. she knew better then to ask me about it when I'm in a rush. especially since I don't like to talk about it. she showed me the outfit she had on. it was beautiful. light wash high wasted jeans with a simple pink frilly cropped blouse. it looked like something my mom would wear when she was out with my dad.the clothes even smelled like her. it was perfect almost. for the first time, my heart didn't ache when I thought of her. she's making me feel gounded. and I can't help to make her feel grounded as well.