Rekindle The Flame || Stilinski || Book Four || WATTY's 2022

Forty-Eight

AFTER SPENDING HOURS PERFECTING HER SPEECH, SIERRA BELIEVED IT WAS FINALLY READY.

Like they had promised, Scott and Stiles worked with her all afternoon and offered multiple ideas of how her words could flow. In the ice cream parlor, she wrote most of it with them on either side of her. However, she waited until she got home to write the rest.

After all, she wanted to them to be surprised at least a little bit.

Now, she sat at her desk with her laptop open and her lamp on. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, eyes re-scanning her conclusion while she mumbled the words under her breath. The clock in the corner of her screen said it was almost eleven, and Sierra knew she needed to get to bed.

The principal informed the seniors to arrive for graduation at nine sharp, since the ceremony began at ten. Sierra planned to be there by eight forty-five, because knowing her life, there most likely would be distractions along the way.

And tonight, the distraction came in the form of a quiet knock against her window. Sierra turned in her seat at the noise, stifling a chuckle from seeing Stiles cheekily wave at her through the glass.

She got up, walking over to stand in front of him. Yet, she purposely hesitated into unlocking the window. A little smirk appeared on the corners of her mouth as she said, "I'm sorry, Jemma told me to never let strangers into the house. Said I've been kidnapped one too many times."

"And I completely agree with her," Stiles nodded once, his hands gripping onto the tree branch to keep himself balanced against the house. "But lucky for you, I'm not a stranger. I'm the boy whom you love and adore."

Sierra pursed her lips, pretending to think. "Mmm, I don't know. How do I know you're really him?"

"Well, you could read my mind," he bluntly retorted, causing her to giggle. "But what if I make you laugh? I've been told your boyfriend is really funny."

Sierra crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows to challenge him. "Bring it."

"Knock knock."

"Who's there?" Sierra asked, more than amused by the situation.

"Honeydew," Stiles informed her.

"Honeydew who?"

Stiles stretched his lips into a cheesy grin as he replied, "Honeydew you know how much I love you?"

Sierra bit back a smile, accidentally letting a small chuckle escape her. Stiles caught it, brightening instantly as he pointed one hand towards her. "I saw that, string bean!" he exclaimed. "Now, let me in. I wanna talk to you about something."

Sierra dramatically rolled her eyes, sighing, "I guess that counts. Next time, it won't be so easy."

Stiles smirked as she unlocked the glass and slid it up. "Sure, honey, whatever you say," he commented and lifted his body higher to get in through the window. Sierra offered him a hand and seconds later, he grinned down at her. "Well, hello there, beautiful."

Sierra felt her cheeks flush, but she ignored it as she re-shut her window. "Hello there?" she echoed, letting out a slight laugh when she turned to face him again. "That's what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Oh, don't be silly," Stiles waved one of his hands in dismissal. "By now, you should always know to expect more from me." He reached up to the pocket of his flannel shirt.

Her lips parted when he revealed a corsage, dressed with little white flowers surrounding a ruby red rose. Stiles shot Sierra a smile, taking her stunned silence as time to explain himself.