DEADPOOL | Stiles Stilinski 2 ✓

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"I'm completely and totally fine,"

I sat in the waiting room. Turns out, Stiles has a concussion and I'm going to be here for him the entire time.

He had gotten out from the bed and tried to make be-line for the exit. "Uh-uh-uh," Melissa had stepped in. "You completely and totally have a concussion, Stiles. Lie back down. The doctor said you're not leaving without a CT scan."

"We still haven't paid for the last one," Stiles tries to reason with her.

He tried moving past her and I stand up, Melissa shoves herself in his way though. "No, no, no. Meredith is at the station. Your Dad said it could take some time but he will get her to talk. Even if I let you go, what will you do?"

So, yeah, another thing that I may or may not have forgotten to mention is that somehow, Meredith is alive.

"Okay, fine." Stiles had muttered. He takes a seat on the bed. He stares ahead. "Can you do me one little favour?"

"Anything," Melissa answers, looking at Stiles.

"Can you get me a tape player?" He requests, making eye contact with me, I raised an eyebrow.

"Like cassettes?" Melissa questioned him, a small frown set on her face.

"Yes, tapes." Stiles nods, looking over at her.

"Yeah, I'll see what I can do." She answers before leaving.

"Okay, tapes, though, please," Stiles calls out, Melissa was about to shut the door.

"Cassettes," she corrects him, nodding and shuts the door. He had slowly pulled out Lorraine Martin's cassette.

I pressed my lips together. "Stiles..."

"Look, there's gotta be something more." Stiles rambles. "There's always something more."

I had walked over to him, giving him a half nod. "I believe you, I do."

"Why do you sound like you don't believe me, though?"

"No, I do." I kissed his lips gently. "It's just, I've been seeing things."

"You've been seeing things?"

"You're gonna think I'm crazy," I had whispered, remembering the few times I had seen Allison.

He lets out a laugh. "Trust me, I won't." I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my nerves. Which didn't help. "Hey, you okay?"

He was gentle with me, his hand coming up to my cheek, cupping it and I leant into his touch. This made my insides flip, damn - even one touch, this boy can make me feel like a little girl who had gotten ice cream.

"Not really," I admitted. "I've been seeing my dead cousin." I see his face fall slightly. "I know, it sounds insane."

He stayed silent for a brief moment like he was thinking. "Okay, I believe you."

"No, you don't, you're just saying that to make me feel better-"

He cuts me off with his lips on mine, I inhaled sharply, getting caught off guard. We kissed, which lasted for a few moments and he pulled away. "Trust me, I believe you and I want to help you figure this out."

My heart swelled with so many emotions, mostly with love. Wait, love? I've never had the time to think about love. But now that I do and I've brought it up in my brain, do I love Stiles?

The way he makes me feel, nobody else has done that. It's rather scary, actually, how found and depend I get when it comes to Stiles. He makes me feel safe and he tries to understand everything I do.