She went downstairs, and took her sketchbook with her. She always loved to draw things. It reminded her of her mother. She'd draw things she'd seen or things from her dreams. For almost a week now she'd had the same dream over and over. It was about a man, and they'd meet in the forest. The first dream she got to know his name; Derek Hale. The second night they'd talked some more about their lives, like how they both lost people they love and what they like to do. They shared things like music, art and their love for nature. Last night, they'd kissed. It felt so real, so amazing.

"If only he wouldn't be a dream…"

She opened her sketchbook on the page where she was drawing him. He was clearly older then her. His eyes popped out, but she had trouble to remember which colour his eyes were. They'd been forest green, but also a hellish flashy blue. Ethan came into the kitchen.

"Oh, hey, Stiles. Up already?"

"Yeah, the perks of sleeping next to the window."

"What are you drawing?"

"Nothing special. Just some stuff I saw yesterday on my way here."

She closed her sketchbook. No one had ever seen her drawings in her sketchbooks. Only the things she made in class.

"Erika and Danny are awake too."

"Fighting over the bathroom?"

"Yeah. We're the smart ones of the group."

"Oh yeah. Anything is fine to check our teeth and hair."

"And lipstick in your case."

"You noticed? I thought it was the same colour of my lips. Lydia got it for me."

"For your birthday last year, wasn't it."

"That's right."

"Erika is SO unfair." Danny came into the room.

"you look good enough, Dan."

"You know nothing."

"Thanks."

Danny looked confused at that, making Ethan and Stiles laugh. He looked at Ethan.

"just something we talked about."

"Oh."