Stiles had the biggest grin on his face I had ever seen. In this moment, I was completely ecstatic. We hugged each closely, our hearts still pounding like house music outside of a club. I turned my head to the side, resting my right cheek against his chest. Jacob and Lydia were chatting by the stairs and Bella was walking over to us.

"Why are you blushing?" Bella asked, staring at my bright red left cheek.

"Um...it's warm in here," I lied.

"Do you even get too warm?" Bella raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

"Who knows? Right?" I chuckled awkwardly. "Is Mike okay? It sounds awful in there." As if on cue, a loud retching sound came from the bathroom.

"Curse supernatural hearing. This is actually so disgusting. I can hear everything," I grimaced. Stiles grimaced along with me.

"We'll pass on the audio book of descriptions," Stiles shook his head.

"Jacob thinks the movie was too much for him," Bella replied.

"Oh, because of the death?" I guessed. She nodded. "It's definitely easier seeing on the screen. He'd never survive seeing the things we've seen."

"Speaking of the supernatural, Scott's not here. Neither is Allison. I'm guessing Allison isn't doing homework?" She assumed.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Because Scott is terrible at hiding it," Stiles put in. "He's like my brother, but he's an idiot sometimes." I snickered at that comment.

"Allison isn't so good at it either. It's obvious they're still together," she commented.

"Really? It's that obvious?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"To me, it is. I doubt anyone else notices them," Bella responded. Mike vomited again, filling my ears with horrendous sounds. I frowned, wishing someone else could share this burden.

"You okay?" Stiles asked, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"No. I'm not okay. I can hear him vomiting!" I hissed, shuddering. "This is so disgusting." Bella went over to join Jacob and Lydia, though Lydia came over to us instead.

"Well? Good personality?" I smirked.

"Very," she flicked her hair. We both chuckled then Lydia told us she was going to head home. We said goodbye and then it was just Stiles and I. Jacob and Bella were having an extremely private conversation that I wished I couldn't hear so I could give them privacy. Jacob was expressing feelings for Bella while she told him not to ruin everything. Now they were fighting about Edward. They began to grow silent so Stiles and I decided to join them. Stiles and Jacob immediately began laughing about the movie and its poor special effects.

"Hey, we should all hang out again sometime," Bella suggested. "You know, the four of us."

"Yeah!" Stiles grinned.

"We could all hang out at my house and have pizza or something," Jacob agreed. Bella and I shared a look, the look that said we thought Stiles and Jacob were going to get along just fine.

Just then, Mike wiped his mouth as he shamefully slunk out of the bathroom. He walked over to Bella and Jacob with a mournful expression.

"I need to go home," Mike sighed. Noticing Jacob's extremely judgemental stare, he gulped. "I was feeling sick before the before." His heartbeat spiked. A lie.

"I think I caught whatever's going around," he scratched the back of his head. I thought back to when Bella said Angela had been sick and Eric was taking care of her.

"Feeling sick?" Jacob asked, glaring. "Maybe you need to go to the hospital." Mike's eyes widened and he stared blankly at Jacob.

"How about I put you in the hospital?" Jacob stood up and attempted to walk towards Mike but Bella grasped Jacob's forearm. Her eyebrows drew together as her hand made contact with his skin.

"Jacob, you're really hot. You're burning up," she frowned as her hand travelled to his forehead. Curious, I put my hand against his forehead. It was searing hot. You could cook an egg off his head if you wanted to.

"Jacob, she's right," I agreed. Mike had tears brimming his eyes along with horror.

"I've gotta go," Jacob said quickly as he raced outside. Now, it was just Bella, Stiles, Mike and myself.

"I'll drive you home," Bella offered. He nodded in appreciation. "See you guys later!"

"Bye guys. Feel better, Mike," I called after them.

"Thanks!" Mike coughed. Stiles and I headed to the Jeep.

"He was lying, wasn't he?" Stiles asked as soon as we were in the Jeep.

"About what?"

"About being sick before Facepunch," he replied.

"Yep."

"Knew it," Stiles grinned as he drove. "What's up with Jacob?"

"Yeah. You didn't feel his skin like I did. It was really hot. You said my skin feels like holding a mug of coffee?" I asked, he nodded. "Yeah, well, his skin was probably like sticking your hand into boiling water."

"So his skin is burning hot and he randomly raged at Mike. Sounding familiar?" Stiles prompted.

"This was nothing like the temperatures Scott gets to during full moons," I shook my head.

"This is weird," Stiles sighed.

"This is very weird," I agreed. "But he's not a werewolf."

"What?"

"He didn't smell," I admitted.

"Maybe he's just turning for the first time and he won't smell until after his first full moon," Stiles guessed.

"Yeah, maybe. If we organize that pizza hangout, we might get the opportunity to see what's really up here," I nodded.

"Aside from his freak out, he seemed like a nice kid," I commented. "You two would probably get along." I looked over at Stiles who didn't reply. He seemed lost in thought and he was grinning to himself as we pulled into the driveway. He parked and we just sat in the drive.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked him. No reply. "Stiles!"

"Yeah?" He whipped around to face me, returning to himself. The smile was gone from his face.

"What were you smiling about?" I asked again, rolling my eyes.

"You love me," he grinned. I looked up at him, head tilted slightly to the side and I blushed fiercely. A smile crept up on my face, too.

"Yeah, I do," I agreed, nodding. My blonde curls bounced as I nodded. He leaned over, cupping my face with one hand so that his thumb was brushing against my cheekbone. He gently guided my face over to his, slightly awkwardly due to being in a Jeep, and softly kissed me.

"Back together, huh?" A voice spoke from outside just as a tapping sound was unleashed on the window. Stiles and I quickly separated to find the sheriff raising his eyebrow at us. Stiles rolled down the window with a sheepish grin on his face.

"I thought you two were broken up?" Stilinski folded his arms.

"Well, it was just a break...a really long break," Stiles shrugged.

"Mhm." The sheriff clearly wasn't buying it. "So, what are you both up to?"

"Homework," Stiles lied. "Once we get in, we have a project to do."

"Homework, huh? What class? Studying each other's faces? Stiles, get out of the car." Stilinski rolled his eyes.

"Okay," Stiles quickly agreed. I got out as well.

"So, you guys are actually official this time?" He asked.

"Yep," I smiled shyly.

"Glad you popped the question. That boy can't shut up about you," Sheriff laughed.

"Oh, I didn't ask him out...He asked me," I told him.

"Stiles? You asked a girl out?" His dad appeared genuinely shocked.

"Uh yes, Dad. Is that a problem?" Stiles didn't seem so impressed that his father doubted his skills with women.

"Not at all. I'm proud of you, son." The sheriff slapped his son on the shoulder, grinning.

"Hey, listen. We're having pizza. You hungry? Why don't you join us?" The Sheriff turned to me.

"Oh, thank you, Sheriff." I grinned, glad to be accepted by his dad.

"Please, call me Noah. When you're over here anyways," he waved me off. Just as he was about to enter the house, he turned to face us again. "Hey, isn't that your car over there, Summer?" He pointed to my house where my Audi sat.

"Yes," I replied slowly, wondering where this was going.

"In front of the house with the for sale sign which is covered with 'sold'?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes…" Stiles and I stared at him with slight nervousness.

"I don't even want to know," he threw his hands back in defeat. Stiles and I shared a look before bursting out into laughter. The three of us entered the Stilinski house to have a night filled with pizza and laughter. It wasn't nearly as awkward as I thought it would be. The Sheriff - Noah - and I talked a lot, getting to know each other while teasing Stiles along the way. Noah wasn't too happy to learn the amount of times Stiles had gotten me in detention. We laughed it off, though.

After dinner, when Stiles was in the bathroom, Noah Stilinski approached me.

"Hey, the Cullens aren't back, right?" He questioned, "They're still gone?"

"Yeah…" I admitted.

"Who are you living with, then?" The question. I sighed at his question. Am I seriously about to tell a my boyfriend's dad, a police officer, that I live by myself? Or do I lie?

"My family bought the house, but I live on my own," I confessed.

"Summer," he sighed, rubbing his palm along his face. "Look, I'm the sheriff and I can't go around making exceptions just because you're dating my son. But, if you don't tell anyone, neither will I."

"Thanks, Sher- Noah," I smiled, grateful.

"Listen, if you're ever feeling lonely over there, you can crash here. Just, kick Stiles down here to the couch," Noah offered.

"Thank you very much," I thanked him again.

"No, thank you. I just want what's best for my son and right now, you're the best thing for him. You don't see the look on his face when he comes home after seeing you. He seemed especially happy today. He's better now. I was worried about him when you left. Thanks for coming back. Now, he's coming back so just tell him we were talking about him. Mention a swimming pool," Noah chuckled. I was fighting to contain my blush at the thought of Stiles being so happy because of me. I nodded at Stilinski and waited for Stiles. When he came out of the bathroom, I pretended to stop talking.

"Oh, Stiles. We were just talking about you," I waved at him.

"You were?" He frowned.

"Oh yeah, I was telling her all kinds of stories," Noah added.

"Mhm, sure you were," Stiles raised his eyebrows, his face relaxed. Clearly, he didn't believe us.

"Yeah, he mentioned something about a pool?" I pretended to remember something.

"Wait, what?" His face grew very serious all of a sudden. A light blush swept across his cheeks.

"See you later, Summer," Stilinski waved, retreating into the lounge. Stiles blinked at me, seeming unsure of what happened.

"I never peed in the pool! He was lying!" Stiles defended himself. I covered my mouth instantly, staring at him.

"What?" He glared.

"We were kidding, Stiles. He didn't tell me anything," I giggled. Stiles' cheeks grew slightly darker.

"Oh god. Nice one, Dad!" He called into the lounge, glaring. "It's still not true though. But if he didn't say that, what did he say then?" I took a step closer to him so he had to look down because of how close I was. I pressed my body against his and brushed my lips against his ear.

"He said I can come over whenever I want," I whispered before gently resting my hands against his jaw line. I pressed a kiss to his cheek before moving to his ear again. Stiles' heart hammered like a drum.

"See you later," I whispered before heading to the door. Stiles stood motionless, still in shock.

"Thanks for having me over! Bye, Noah!" I called, leaving the Stilinski house for my own.