My Anchor || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 18: Omega

A/N: It's been 4 months guys... I am so sorry. The shit that has been going on lately has just been so bad. I completely lost my passion for writing. I no longer wanted to write about Alex, I wanted to be her. I still want to be her. Writing used to be my escape from the cruel world, but I didn't want to do anything some days. I would write for an hour and get three paragraphs and think that it was sh*t so I'd delete and start again. I'm sorry guys.  I'm really trying now though, I want to finish this story, it's just going to take me a while... A long while. Thank you for bearing with me you guys xxx Love you all lots xxx Now, say hello again to Alexis Brooke Hale...

"Ohh - Just like that. No, no, you first. Me first?" I heard Stiles say in his sleep before he went back to snoring. He was draped across three hospital chairs with his head hanging off the side. That mustn't be comfortable. Sorry, I should probably fill you in on what's going on... So, it's been three days since the formal. Three days since we defeated my Uncle and killed him. Three days since Lydia was bitten. Three days since Derek became the Alpha. Yeah... it was kind of a hectic day. So Stiles and I have been in the hospital for the past three days, waiting for Lydia to wake up. Don't ask me why I'm still here. It's only because I didn't want to leave Stiles. Sure it kinda hurts that he wants to stay because it's Lydia, but I've always known that he loves Lydia. Plus, it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. Ugh, I hate this. Lydia's Dad walked out of her room and pointed at Stiles who was still talking in his wet sleep.

"You guys have been here all night?" He asked surprised.

"We've been here all weekend." I filled him in truthfully. He looked stunned but also kinda appreciative. 

"You're dirty." Said Stiles quite loudly. I just sighed and laughed at him. I don't think that Mr. Martin was laughing though. I wonder who he's dreaming about... Not that I care though. Nahhh... Not at all. Stiles suddenly woke up and saw me laughing at him and blushed a deep ruby red. Which made me laugh even more.

"I'm gonna go to grab a snack from the vending machine okay?" He said, looking at me for what looked like approval.

"Okay." I said, still laughing at him.

"Stop laughing at me!" He yelled.

"Right. You're right, I'm sorry..." I tried to stop laughing but it made my face look like I had just eaten something sour, which made him laugh.

"You know what? I was gonna ask if you wanted anything to eat, but now, I'm not going to get you anything. That's right, nothing! Nada, ziltch, nothing!" He started to walk away, thinking he won. Nahhh, never. 

"Wait, Stiles!" I shouted, running after him.

"Nope!"

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I convinced Stiles to get me a chocolate bar, but I stayed with him just in case he didn't get it. The machine was playing up. So Stiles, being him, started to shake the machine. He wrapped his arms around it and shook it violently. I knew a way to fix it, but it was worth way more than a dollar to watch this. The machine started to fall, and I knew what was going to happen. I could've stopped it, but I was way to tired. So... I just watched it fall. Stiles stared at it with a guilty expression while I laughed my ass off. I tapped him on the back.

"Well done Stiles. Well Done."

"You could've helped me!" He defended. I just shook my head and looked at his eyes. And he looked into mine. I started getting that feeling in my stomach again. My chest tightened, and my heart started to beat faster. My stomach did flips and I hated it. I wasn't sure if I was sick or what... Yeah, it's probably just the hospital food. Suddenly we heard a loud crash and it ruined our 'moment' or whatever you want to call it.