STILES
Stiles drove down the road in route to pick up Lena, lightly tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel. He was barely paying attention to the road, instead his mind wondering about the kiss he and Lena had shared yesterday afternoon. He though back to the taste of her lips, sweet strawberries, causing him to subconsciously lick his bottom lip. He was proud of himself, having never been that bold around girls. Heck, he could barely talk to Lydia without stuttering. He shook his head, quickly reminded himself that Lena was defiantly not Lydia. Sure, Lena is strong like Lydia, but she radiated a kindness that Lydia seems to lack. Lena cares.
He pushed Lydia from his mind, completely done with her. He had spent way too much time thinking of her as it is. He focused purely on everything that was Lena. Not only did he think she was an unconventional beauty, but he admired at how insanely smart she was. She embraced it, unlike some girls who purposely act dumb for the attention. But above all, he loved how passionate she was. Not in a romantic sense, but in her strive to make sure everyone was treated equally.
She was amazing to him. How could someone be so passionate?
He honked the horn as he glided to a stop on the curb at her-well, Danny's- house. She raced out of the door, smiling brightly at him, eyes hidden behind large black sunglasses. She jogged to the baby blue Jeep, her long caramel hair trailing behind her, glistening in the sun. She popped the door open and slid in. She grabbed his chin, pulling their faces together to give him a light peck on the lips.
"Hey." She said nonchalantly not even looking at him as she settling into her seat, reaching to grab the belt buckle.
He was still leaned across the gearshift, frozen by the unexpected kiss. She glanced over at him when he didn't greet her back, noticing his expression, she smiled, "Am I that bad at kissing?"
Thawing, he quickly jumped to answer her. "NO! You're amazing!" He nearly shouted at her, causing her to giggle, flattered. His cheeks darkened at his embarrassing outburst, mentally scolding himself. "Very smooth, Stilinski."
Starting up the Jeep, he watched her graceful movements out of the corner of his eye. He watched as she reached up to her sunglasses, slipping them off. He gulped as he watched her hang the glasses on the front of her v-neck button up, one of the arms disappearing behind the patterned fabric. He gripped the steering wheel straining to fix his attention on the road, his knuckles turning white.
She glanced over at him, "You okay?" She reached her arm over the middle seat to brush his arm lightly, the sleeves of her shirt rolled to her elbows. She faintly brushed the thick hairs on his arm, "Do you need me to drive?"
"No." He managed to choke out. "A-okay." He reassured her. He made sure to focus on the road, not the girl beside him.
After a few minutes of riding, she looked to him."So what all do we have on the itinerary?"
"What?" He questioned dumbly.
She giggled. "What are we doing?" She clarified.
Embarrassed, he shook his head. "Oh," He shrugged, "I knew that."
She poked his thigh, "Of course you did." She smiled, indicating that she knew he clearly didn't.
"We're building the screen for the outdoor theater." He answered her, smiling back. He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder to the backseat. "What'd you think the tool box was for?"
She looked over her shoulder at the tools. "I thought you were tryin' to look manly."
Both hands on the wheel, he turned his head quickly, a joint popping audibly. "I'm manly." He lifted an arm close to her, flexing his muscle. "See, feel the manly."
She reached out to grasp his arm, her digits wrapping tightly around his forearm. He detected a slightly impressed expression cross her face, but it disappeared just as swiftly as it arrived. She shrugged. "'Sokay."
"Haha," He smiled widely at her. "Very funny." He pulled up to the school, parking in the back to get to the gym where they would assemble and leave the screen until the Fair a few days from now.
He twisted in his seat, grabbing the tools. She hopped out of the car, slamming the door shut.
"So, you have wood, right?" She was beside him, the fringe of her purse swinging slightly with each step she took. Stiles paused both mental and physical activity. He struggled to keep in the perverted remark running through his mind, using all restraint he had. She turned back, noticing his absence from beside her. Noticing the odd look plastered across his face, she rewound the conversation and thought about what she had just said.
He could see the wheels turning in her mind, grin widening when realization suddenly flashed across her face. He watched as her mouth dropped slowly, a dark blush flushed across her cheeks. "Thatcameoutwrong."
Stiles burst into laughter, amused by her innocence. She punched him in the arm, chuckling off her blunder. "Ok Smart Guy, just how are we gonna get in?" She jiggled the doors handles. "We're locked out."
He reached into his back pocket and held up a set of keys. "See there are these things called "Keys" that unlocks things." He dangled them in her face.
She crossed her arms, two can play at that game. "You're being especially sassy today."
"Me? Sassy? Never." He sent her a grin.
She quickly snatched them from him, racing to the doors. Unlocking them, she held the door open for Stiles. "After you." She swept her arm towards the gym.
The air was stale in the gym, little dust particle flying around in the streams of light the small windows near the ceiling provided. Under one of the 4 basket ball hoops, was a large pile of 2 by 4s, beside it a very large canvas sheet. Lena moseyed up to it, inspecting the wood as Stiles set out the tools they needed. "Are we the only 2 working on this?" She placed her hands on her full hips.
Stiles looked up at her from his place on the ground, taking in her form from the new vantage point. "Yep."
She slowly ran her hands from her hips to her thighs, hanging her head in defeat. "This is gonna take forever."
She bent to lug a piece wood off the pile. She wrapped her arms around it, clutching it to her chest. Stiles watched as she straddled it, trying to move it closer to him. She looked at him, still clutching the board. "Come on, lazy." She sent him a wink. "They're too heavy to do this by myself."
Stiles got up to grab another piece of wood, deciding to curl the wood into his arms like a fork lift. "Easy peasy, Peaches." He called to her.
She dropped the plank onto the floor, a loud smack reverberating off the gymnasium's cement walls and looked back over her shoulders. "Meh."
She giggled when his arms went slack with disappointed. "Oops, I mean," She brought the back of her hand to her forehead. "So strong." She batted her eyes at him hyperbolically. "So handsome."
"That sounds 'bout right." He dropped the wood. "Now let's get down to business."
"To defeat The Huns!" She singsonged as she skipped to the tool box, picking up a hammer and nails. She twirled to face him, swinging the hammer. "How exactly are you planning to build this?"
"This," He pulled a folded sheet of paper from his back pocket as she sat next to him on the floor. "Is the master plan." He whispered, looking around the gym for any spies.
She giggled, nudging him with her shoulder.
He laid the unfolded paper on the floor, running his hand over the creases to smooth them while Lena turned to lie on her stomach to see the plans better. Lena saw crude drawings of projector stands with basic foundation. "Yeah, real master plan we got here." She rested her jaw on her closed fist, beaming up at him.
After he explained the plan in detail, they set to work. About an hour and a half went by before they took their first break due to injuries.
"It came outta nowhere." Lena explained, sticking her thumb into her mouth to suck on it.
Stiles laughed. "Outta nowhere? Lena, you were the one hammering!"
"Shut up." She muttered, all the while pouting at him as he watched her walk to the bleachers to sit. She dug around in her bag one handed. "Want a sip?" She held up a small bottled water.
"Did you drink out of it."
"Duh."
"Ew, no. I prefer to be cootie free." He stuck out his tongue, propping himself on his arms on the cool floor.
She scoffed, placing the water bottle beside her on the bleacher. "Are you kidding me? We've already swapped spit."
"Well when you put it like that…" He trailed off, raising his hand for her to chuck it to him.
She ignored him, instead waltzing up to him, taking a seat to the side of him. She rested her legs over top of his, their bodies making a small plus sign. She placed the bottle in the space between their hands.
Stiles watched her for a moment, completely silent. He reached past the water for her hand.
"You know," He paused, looking at their clasped hands. "I really like you."
She squeezed his hand in response, "I like you too."
He avoided eye contact with her, suddenly nervous. "I was thinking,"
Lena held her breath in anticipation. "Yes?"
"I was thinking maybe you would want me to be your boyfriend?" He lifted his head to gauge her reaction, afraid of rejection.
He was surprised when she scooted closer to him, her thighs now resting on his thighs. She leaned in close with a whisper. "Between you and me," His heart sank, his body already preparing him for the 'I just like you as a friend' that was bound to come out of her mouth. He looked down, not able to look at her anymore.
She placed a delicate finger under his jaw, tilting his face back up to gaze into his hazel eyes. "I thought you already were."
"Oh." Stiles let out the shaky breath he had been holding. He leaned over, lightly brushing their lips together. "That's good." He took her mouth fully in his.
He closed his eyes as she tilted her head slightly to deepen the kiss. His hands placed themselves on the supple thighs in his lap, rubbing his digits on the soft fabric of her jeans. The faint moan that escaped her excited him. Her right hand caressed the side of his jaw, the left still behind her to keep her supported. They broke the kiss, each needing a breath of air. He leaned her forehead on hers, getting lost in her incredibly green eyes.
She bit her lip, smiling shyly. "We should probably finish." She removed the hand from his face, placing it on his shoulder to push herself up. "We'll continue this later." She winked.
I took your advice Kittykatcrp and tried to involve more of Stile's thoughts. Did I do well? lol?
Thank you to the rest of you guys that bother to review! Lovenstien, Christvigilante, Bubblessunshinedelight, and Samantha!
(Not sure if this is my best writing. School's just now started and it took a lot out of me. Senior year's NO JOKE! Anyway, please tell me what you guys think!)
P.S. Personal achievement, I almost (about 15 words too little) got the word count up to 2000! Woo!