ALWAYS || TVD x TW

Chapter 9 : NAKED

Stiles laid in bed with a dazed expression while looking up at the ceiling. If someone had told him a few months back that he was going to be reunited with his family and he was going to be caught up in all the drama that came with being a Mikaelson, he wouldn't have believed them. For once, he thought he had found a safe spot in his life where he could've kept the fake facade going in Beacon Hills. Where his life was fake but the relationships he built there were the exact opposite.

He missed them. He missed Noah, his made up father. He was the one realest thing he had there. He didn't have to compel him to take him in as his own. The sheriff had stumbled across him back in the nineteenth century during World War Two. Who would've thought the sheriff of Beacon Hills that was plagued with the supernatural was also apart of the main problem.

Stiles' thoughts got interrupted from the shrill ringtone of his iPhone.

"Hello" he answered, his voice thick with his accent and raspy at the same time due to him just waking up.

"H-hey" Scott said from the other end. Stiles' mood brightened at the sound of his voice. "I was just calling to ask if you seen Lydia by any chance? She left early this morning and didn't tell me where she was going"

"No, sorry, I haven't. But I promise to keep on the look out for her" Stiles told him, standing up and walking to his open bathroom in just his boxers.

Stiles raised an eyebrow at the silence that followed through on the other side of the phone.

"I also wanted to say thank you. For last night that is. I hadn't gone out in so long and last night really made up for it" Scott said.

Stiles smiled. "My pleasure, love. I apologize for the... interruption my family may have caused to spoil your night"

"You know I'm used to it by now. Besides, it showed me a look into the real you" Scott chimed. Stiles raised an eyebrow as he took a towel out from a closet he had inside the bathroom.

"I see. So what's making you so conflicted?"

"Wha-"

"I've been alive a long time, Scotty. I'm no fool when it comes to listening to the way someone speaks"

Scott sighed through the phone. "It's just... I don't know how to feel. Only till a couple days ago, you were my human best friend who was always jittery and sarcastic-"

"Still sarcastic" Stiles remarked sitting down his phone and putting it on speaker.

"And now you're this original vampire that everyone wants to see dead except they can't see you dead because you can't die. You talk proper and the accent is just to die for-"

"Be careful what you wish for" Stiles sang lowly smirking at Scott's words.

"I'm stuck, Stiles. I'm having a hard time trying to figure out which one-"

Stiles stopped what he was doing when he heard Scott pause mid sentence. "Which one what?"

"Which one I'm falling for" Scott whispered. "The human spastic Stiles that came to me for help or vampire Stiles that is suddenly a man who can take down everyone in his path within seconds and make me feel something I've never felt with just the sound of his voice"

Neither boys knew what to say after that. It was silent for a few seconds, the only sound coming from their breathing.

"Maybe it isn't either of those Stiles. Maybe it's just Stiles you're falling for. Not the human Stiles, not the vampire Stiles. Just Stiles who would do anything to make sure you're happy"