Stiles was snoring in my face; that was what I awoke to. I remembered that, when I fell asleep, I was holding Stiles from behind. He must have shifted. He appeared to be quite the messy sleeper. It was hard for me not to find everything about him adorable, and the way he slept was no exception. I glanced over at his alarm clock. We were approaching being late for school uncomfortably quickly.

"Stiles, wake up," I said, shaking him. I had this stigma about never being too rough with him, so my attempts at shaking him awake were futile.

I placed a few kisses upon his sleeping lips. Surprisingly, they woke him. He looked at me with eyes that were still adjusting to the light of the daytime. He smiled gently.

"We're gonna be late for school," I said once more in the softest tone of voice I could muster.

The looks of relaxation and comfort on his face soon changed to a look of small panic. Stiles was hardly ever late to school, not surprising when the high marks he received were taken into consideration. I loved his brilliance.

"Let's take a shower," he said to me, repeating the words I had said to him oh-so-sensually the night before.

"Stiles, as much as I love feeling you up in the shower, we definitely do not have time to get a quick one in right now."

"I was actually suggesting that we take a shower together for the purpose of time management, not sexuality."

I blushed a little at how I hadn't recognized the innocence of his intentions. He rolled his big, brown eyes at me and proceeded to undress himself. I watched as he exposed his smooth, supple-looking body. Stiles' body was my Kryptonite; it was just right. He wasn't too skinny; he had just the right amount of body weight. He glanced at me to discover my gaze latched onto him.

"Instead of fantasizing about something that you'll probably have tonight, how about you get undressed yourself," he said to me. I smirked at the idea that I could have Stiles' body in my midst whenever I desired. "Now," he accentuated when he saw that I was smirking instead of undressing.

I took off my clothes at a heightened pace and followed Stiles toward the shower. When he turned on the water, it was cold, needing time to gain heat. I appreciated the initial frigid temperatures of the water whenever I took a shower. It was like an alternative source of caffeine in the morning. As we showered, I couldn't help but assist Stiles in cleansing his own beautiful body. I marveled at every curve that existed upon him and rubbed my hands across them, as if in an attempt at proving their unbelievable existence to myself. Even though he probably wanted to once again explain to me the limited amount of time we had to finish our shower, he instead closed his eyes. It was as if his usual pessimistic logic was locked off when he felt my touch. I started to kiss from from the bottom of his neck toward his lips. He emitted his usual, and seemingly unavoidable, moans as I sampled the flavors of his soft skin. As I reached his lips, he turned away, silently telling me that we were wasting time. He turned off the water and we stepped out to dry ourselves.

I had to wear one of Stiles' outfits to school, as, due to our abnormally lengthened shower, we no longer had the time to stop by my house to pick up some of my clothes. I opened his wooden dresser drawer to a host of unfamiliar apparel. I chose items that were most familiar to what I wore. I quickly put the clothes on, continually glancing at the time displayed on Stiles' alarm clock. I noticed him leaning against the door sill of his bathroom, fully dressed and apparently totally prepared to leave the house. He was obviously determined to avoid being tardy. I picked up my pace, not wanting to be the reason for unnecessary lateness.

"I'm ready," I said after I located my backpack on his bedroom floor. He smiled at me in response. We went down the stairs and left the house. We got inside of Stiles' Jeep quickly in an effort to make it to school on time.

"So, are we in a relationship?" I asked as Stiles started his engine.

"You know, Scott, earlier this week, I just knew I wasn't gay. There was no way that my sexuality had just switched like that, but, after last night, when you broke up with Allison and treated me to the best shower of my life, I realized something. I realized that you are not a guy; you're Scott, and while I may not have an attraction to guys, I have one hell of an attraction to Scotts."

I smiled immensely, his words reminding me of when I myself had told him something similar. Stiles zipped into the parking lot, taking his usual parking space after he saw that it was available today. I loved the little things like that that made him just a little happier. His happiness was the most important thing to me.

I thought about Stiles throughout the school day. Whenever I wasn't with him, he was in my thoughts. It made it just a little difficult to focus in some classes. The classes that we had together were almost down-right impossible to focus in, as if it wasn't already hard enough for me to stay on task in school.

We were sitting at our typical table during lunchtime. I had my chin in my hands, just staring at Stiles as he ate. He paused as he was about to put a spoonful of mandarin orange pieces into his mouth.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"You are so beautiful," I said.

He blushed a significantly more vibrant shade of pink than I had seen upon his cheeks before.

"You've got me going all blush monster over here." He was wiping his cheeks vigorously to flush them out.

I grabbed his wrists. "No. It's cute. Leave it," I said. I leaned over the table to kiss him. His head drew back, to my surprise. "Sorry. I forgot we were in school," I said.

"Wait. No. So what if we're in school? We're in a relationship, right? I only leaned back because I guess I'm just not used to us being more than besties," he said honestly. He took the initiative to repeat my actions and leaned over the table to kiss me. The kiss was short, but I felt it particularly sweet due to what it exemplified; Stiles kissed me to show me that our love was an undying one, and no school setting was going to muffle it. I placed my hand over his and smiled sweetly at his authenticity.

After our final classes, we met at Stiles' locker, just as we had planned to.

"Lacrosse practice, here we come," he said.

We walked through the empty halls toward the locker room. I grabbed Stiles' hand. To be holding his hand felt like a rightness that I had been restricting myself from for far too long. I almost felt anger toward myself for not taking the initiative to blossom our love before, but there was only so much I could have done in the past when the feelings weren't there. Perhaps they were there and I just didn't recognize them. Whatever the case, I was madly in love.

After we got to the locker room, we changed into our lacrosse uniforms and headed out to the field. It was such a familiar routine. What was not familiar, though, was how much attention I payed to Stiles as we practiced. I found myself guarding him involuntarily on numerous occasions. Sometimes, my fixation on his well-being caused my playing to become mediocre. I had been a superstar on the lacrosse field for quite a while, pretty much ever since I got the bite, and to not shine during practice was unusual behavior for me. The coach, inevitably, noticed the decrease in my focus.

"What's going on with you, McCall?" Coach Finstock asked me as I changed out of my lacrosse uniform back in the locker room.

"Nothing, Coach. I just...have a lot on my mind lately."

"Yeah. I'll say. Get it together." He walked away.

Stiles was changing next to me. He leaned in front of me to get a better view of my face.

"What are you doing?" I asked Stiles, smiling.

"Well, I was trying to see how you felt about what Coach Finstock just said to you, but you kinda ruined it with the whole smiling thing. How come you get all smiley every time we interact, anyhow?"

"I don't know. You just make me so happy." I tried to lean in and kiss him.

"Whoa there, tiger," he said with his hands in front of him pushing me back.

"What? I thought we discussed this."

"We did, but...the locker room, really?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

"Well, there's a particularly heinous-looking group of guys over there that would probably make my life a living hell if they saw you kiss me."

"Why do you say that? Danny's over there and he's gay."

"Yeah, but it isn't about the gay thing. It's just that I'll never hear the end of the Scott-and-Stiles-sitting-in-a-tree jokes, you know?"

"No, I don't know." I kissed him fast so he couldn't move his head.

"Did you not listen to a word I just said?" he asked in a yelled whisper.

"Now, if anyone says anything to you, they'll have me to deal with."

"I don't need you to protect me all the time, Scott. You did that enough before we were a couple." He looked a little angry that I had blatantly disregarded his emotions.

We were almost done changing when Jackson came by and shoved Stiles. "Move," he said coldly as he continued to walk. I picked him up by his lacrosse uniform and shoved him against one of the brick walls in the locker room. I was seething with rage. "McCall, your eyes, you idiot," Jackson said as I had him against the wall. "Get yourself together before someone sees them." I dropped him and ran over to one of the mirrors to discover that my eyes were lit up in the same fierce yellow that they were when Derek had told Stiles to go home a couple of nights ago. I looked at the sink under the mirror. I turned on the faucet and splashed an ample amount of water onto my face in an attempt to calm myself. I faced the mirror again. My eyes had returned to their normal shade of dark brown. I stared at my reflection. "What's happening to me?" I asked myself quietly.