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"I know you, Stiles. I know when you're lying."
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I can't believe it, Stiles Stilinski is missing.
I got a ride back from the school with Stilinski. However, I decided to stay at his house with him in order to keep him company so that he doesn't feel lonely. But a small part of me stays because I want to be there for Stiles if he returns home. Laying down on Stiles' bed, I look up at the plain white ceiling as I hold one of his many hoodies to my face. The brown haired boy's familiar scent fills nose, providing me comfort. I listen to Mr Stilinski talk to Melissa on the phone.
"Come on, Stiles." The Sheriff mumbles to himself. "Where the hell are you?"
"Right here." Another voice replies.
I sit up to see Stiles standing there in his lacrosse kit, which is was wearing when we last saw him, with a busted lip and a rather large graze across his cheek. Mr Stilinski immediately walks up to him, moving his sons head slightly to get a better look at his grazed face
"It's okay, Dad. It's okay." Stiles reassures him. "It's just a couple kids from the other team, they were pissed about losing."
"Who was it?" The Sheriff asks.
"Dad, I didn't get a proper look at them!" Stiles exclaims. "It's not even that bad."
"I'm calling the school up. No, I'm going down there myself and I'm going to-" The Sheriff yells, making me flinch.
"Dad!" Stiles yells, interrupting him as he notices my flinch. "I'm okay."
The Sheriff looks at him before embracing his son in a tight hug, happy that he's safe. Once they pull away, his dad looks at me with a smile before walking out of the room, leaving us alone to talk. Stiles' eyes fall on me then walks over to me. I throw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as I accidentally pull him down into the bed as well. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me closer to his body. We pull away from the hug and Stiles is now hovering above me, his face inches from mine before we both awkwardly sit up.
"Y-You're alive." I stutter, still in shock to see the boy in front of me.
"I'm okay, don't worry." Stiles tells me, gently wiping my tears away with his thumb.
"What really happened?" I question. "I know you, Stiles. I know when you're lying."
Stiles sighs then explains what really happened while I just sit there, listening to him. Once the brown haired boy stops talking, I wrap my arms around him and give him another hug, feeling him smile against my skin.
