A Question Of Roomates

Ch. 8

Soon after our few sick days with each other I had forgotten what it was like to have Stiles mad at me.

He certainly talked more, we ate together more. Though I'd try to convince him he didn't have to leave anymore he'd flee anyways. There were night where I'd tag along others where I'd take advantage of being alone. It gave me time to fawn over Stiles without feeling guilty or embraced that he was only a few feet away.

"So, how did that thing with Matt happen?" I found myself asking when I got to the studio one night. And I can't say it was out of the blue. It was actually something that was constantly on my mind. It bugged me to my core how someone like Matt could get with Stiles.

"What do you mean?" he asked, brushing some hair from his forehead and smearing white paint there in the process.

I just smiled twirling an old paint brush in my hand, it was something to do to distract me from the slight awkwardness of the conversation "I mean he's a pretty douchey guy. And you're, well... amazing. I just don't see how that happened"

"I don't know" he shrugged "He showed attention to me when no one else would. I looked past the way he treated me cause I thought it was just something I had to accept. In the end I guess I figured if he stopped loving me no one else would. Eventually I ended things because if Matt was the best I deserved then I preferred to be alone"

"I don't believe he was the one for you" I wanted to show him it could be better, he deserved better, that maybe I was better "You deserve a love so epic that when it hits you everything suddenly makes sense, you see the world more clearly and you know that the person who gave you that feeling is the only thing you'll ever need" his eyes glinted and glistened as they met mine. He sat on a stool across from where I stood making us the same height. And before I could pull myself from the depth of his eyes, long enough to at least think through what I was doing, I had placed a hand on his neck. My thumb rubbed circles into his cheek as I drew him in and he let me. He leaned in until our noses bumped and suddenly we were so close I could see the splatters of paint that covered his face. His rose pink lips were parted just barley like he was taunting me. A shuddering breath escaped passed them as he parted his legs as I moved closer to stand between them. I ran a palm down his back pressing our bodies together.

I'm not sure who kissed who first but all I could remember was that the feeling of Stiles' blunt nails scratching against my scalp. And as his mouth move perfectly in sync with mine it was shaping up to be one of the most hypnotizing feelings in the world. His mouth was soft and pliant uner mine. The breathless moans he'd make when our tongues would bump together had the heat rising in my chest. Getting caught up in the moment I sucked his lip into my mouth biting down. Shocked Stiles squeaked, and almost as if he thought he'd fall over reached for the closest thing he could grab onto that would balance him out. The only problem was that he knocked down jars of paint brushed in the process startling us both.

"We should probably get back to campus" he said suddenly.

"Right. Yeah okay"

Stiles jumped right into the shower the moment our dorm door closed. I tried to wait up for him, I didn't know what I wanted to say just that I wanted to say something. But I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was waking up. There was breakfast made on the table and a note attached to the freshly squeezed orange juice.

Went to kill some time with Scott, I'll see you tonight -Stiles

To Erica Reyes:

Hey can you come over in a bit

From Erica Reyes:

You read my mind

"So what's up?" she smiled and plopped down onto the couch, her curls bouncing with her.

"I need to talk to you, about some advice"

"Yes you should definitely strip on the side" she laughed to herself.

"Erica! I'm serious"

She threw her hands up in defense "Okay okay. Tell me"

"I've been having these feelings towards this guy. I finally kissed him last night and we haven't spoken since. I just don't know what to do"

"Woah, hold up you didn't even tell me you were seeing anyone" I gave her a look that clearly said I was annoyed "Fine, whatever I think all you gotta do is be straight forward. No point in beating around the bush, get your answers now save yourself heartbreak later"

"Wow. For once you actually make sense"

"It happens. Now if we're done I gotta go meet Boyd"

"Right, I'll uh text you. And if you can do me a favor, don't tell Boyd"

"I won't on one condition. Who's the guy?"

"Erica"

"Tell me"

"It's... It's Stiles"

"Wha-" to save myself the door was closed in her face

I stressed cleaned as soon as she left. It was the one time I actually wished I had a class. It would have gave me something to focus on instead of my roommate. Who had been gone most of the day. I had considered texting him, but nothing I typed out seemed worthy of sending. I decided I would just wait him out.

Stiles came home that night covered in freshly new paint spots, and a full bookbag "Oh hey. I didn't think you'd still be up"

"Yeah I couldn't really sleep" I responded nonchalantly, even though my heart was beating like crazy. Stiles seemed so normal, like nothing had phased him. He went to his room for a few and I rubbed my hands nervously down the sides of my pants. I figured I needed to start some conversation "So are you heading home for break?" I called out.

He looked up surprised as soon as he came back from the room "Uh probably not. I mean Scott's here, he's all the family I have left. After my dad died I never really saw the need to go back. You heading home?"

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe we could hang this break" he nodded little hesitantly "Are we okay?" I found myself asking without thinking.

"W-What do you mean?"

"After that kiss. I thought we'd... I don't know. But you just haven't been intere-"

"I am! I mean I am interested. I just don't want to get my hopes up then you decide this wasn't for you" ...again is what he wanted to say. But to save me the embarrassment he left it out.

"Stiles" I said in a whisper, stopping where only the tips of our feet were touching "You are definitely for me" He smiled and took no second thought surging forward and kissing me. It started off sweet, gentle, and for a moment it was two smiles rubbing against each other. The Stiles slowed down taking his time. He sucked gently pulling my lip into his mouth and slowly caressed it with his tongue. I gasped in surprise, I hadn't expected anything like that from him. I walked him backwards slowly towards my room.

And it only took a second then Stiles' confidence seemed to be quickly depleting "I don't do this alot so I want you to know-"

"It's okay"

"Okay. Okay" he heaved out, then he stopped me from kissing him so I started an assault down his neck as he went on with word vomit "Also I just, you should know I can't do this if it's just a hookup. I mean I actually like you and-"

It's been easier to stop Stiles' rambles knowing I can shut him up with a kiss. I pulled away almost breathless "Stiles. I'm in this"