Shiloh shuffled around her room, throwing on whatever she could find settling on a simple pair of leggings she knew made her butt look amazing a loose red racer back tank top, she paired it with her red high tops and leather jacket and called it a day.

She didn't bother with makeup today just a quick swipe of mascara and some chocolate flavored lip gloss. She was in a hurry she was absolutely giddy at the thought of seeing Stiles today after their group 'date' she hadn't seen him all week long and she was practically vibrating out of her skin.

Even though they weren't officially together she'd get to kiss Stiles today with that though she giggled biting her lip to try and conceal the girlish noise. She reached down to pick up her bag and pause at the sight of paint on her hands, she frowned not that it was an unusual sight in fact it was normal, it was the fact that while she remembered picking up her paint brush the night before she had absolutely no memory of what she'd painted.

She glanced behind her at her canvas, there sitting proudly was a painting of what looked to be a bullet lodged in a glass window the glass around it cracked and falling out, there was some sort of black liquid dripping from the bottom of the silver bullet and a vivid blue smoke emitting from the top of it.

It was strangely violent and yet the blue color was mesmerizing the sight of it unnerved her, but it still looked like something she would paint so she just shrugged it off to lack of sleep and went about her morning.

….

"Stiles!"

Stiles turned at the shout of his name, he knew the person the voice belonged to and his heart leaped happily in his chest at the thought of her, Shiloh. His Shiloh. Well not officially but still, she had kissed him hello this morning when she first got to school and while their schedules had kept them apart most of the day since, he was still buzzing from it. The last bell had already rung and he stood at his locker next to hers waiting for her to show.

"Hey! There she-"

His greeting was cut off with a pair of chocolate flavored lips pressed tightly against his own, his brows shut up to his hairline still not used to someone actually wanting to kiss him, he stumbling backing into her closed locker, finally kissing her back.

He wound his long finger in her thick hair moving his lips against her with vigor he felt like even though her small frame was pressed against his completely she just didn't seem to be close enough. When she pulled back it was just far enough for him to breath, her lips still brushing against his as he spoke.

"Hi." He breathed out his head felt fuzzy and his stomach was doing summersaults.

Even after all that she still blushed bright pink at the effect she had on him, and he loved the effect he had on her.

"So I was thinking," She said her words not more than a whisper against his lips, "Maybe you could come over to day?"

"Why, you wanna study or something?" he asked trying not to think about the conversation he'd had with Scott earlier about studying with girls.

Shiloh was also fighting away thoughts of a very similar conversation she'd had with Lydia and Allison, while she knew it was way too soon to be doing that, she had no problem with the thought of getting to kiss him for extended periods of time.

She grinned against his mouth, "I don't know, we could study if you want to, or we could play a game, we could watch a movie." She suggested tilting her head up so her lips brush more purposefully against his.

He clenched his eyes shut taking in a shuttering breath before pressing one more hard kiss to her lips. He pulled back clearing his throat and grabbing her hand, he nodding firmly. "Yeah, yes let's do that."

She laughed as he pulled her along out of the building and toward his jeep.

He pushed up against the passenger door to kiss her once more, she was laughing and it was sloppy but he felt on top of the world, he then opened the door for her like a gentleman and ushered her into the seat.

Which is why everything had to go to shit just as he was pulling out of the parking lot. Because low and behold Derek freaking Hale , was everywhere.

"You gotta be kidding me," He sighed voicing his thoughts, "This guy is everywhere."

Shiloh of course unaware of his dangerous personality or apparent werewolfy-ness gasped, "Stiles!" She scolded jumping out the jeep and rushed around to check on the fallen man.

He cursed jumping out after her and coming around to check out the scene in front of him.

Derek was sprawled out in front of his beloved jeep paler then usual he had dark circles under his eyes sweat dripping down his brow and his lips were turning grey. Stiles grimaced.

He was clutching his arm and for some reason that made Shiloh think about her painting she practically heard the gunshot. She shook her head trying to rid herself of the ridiculous thoughts and focus on the clearly hurt man in front of her.

"Due what the hell happened?!" Stiles asked waving his arms comically before Shiloh could ask the question herself. The werewolf just glare pointedly between him and Shiloh.

He huffed in understanding roughly dragging a hand over his face he reached out for her hand, pulling her up right out of her squatting position to face him, before he could open his mouth Scott skidded around to corner, "Do what the hell are you doing here?!" He demanded before his gaze fell on Shiloh and he winced sending Stiles a wide eyed and panicked look.

"Shit." He sighed pulled her by the hand around to side of his jeep, for privacy even though he knew both werewolves could hear anyways.

He sighed brushing a stray curl out of her confused face, "Shiloh there is absolutely nothing I'd rather do than watch movie with you, believe me, but I really need to take care of this."

"Of course." She said leaning into his touch, "It's no big deal, I can catch a ride with Jackson and Lydia."

"You sure?" He asked he felt bad and she could hear it in his voice so she smiled trying to reassure him, "yeah, and plus maybe you can come see me later?" she said hopefully.

He smiled at her wide melted chocolate colored eyes, "I promise." He said as an agreement squeezing her hand. He kissed her on the cheek and she set off in the direction of Jackson's Porsche.

Scott clapped him on his shoulder a sympathetic look on his face when he came back around to the front of the jeep, they filled him on what happened and he helped Scott put Derek into the passenger seat that had been meant for Shiloh.

Shiloh herself had stopped halfway to the car tossing up a finger at Jacksons questioning look, to signal she needed a minute before turning around and running back to the jeep.

Stiles was making his way back to the driver's side when she crashed into him, curling a hand around the back of his neck, she pressed her lips to his, kissing him gently but thoroughly, he sighed into the kiss when she ran her fingers over his buzz cut, the tension easing slightly from his muscle.

It wasn't a long kiss but he was breathless when she pulled away, she smiled at him her lips red from his and her eyes shining.

"There." She declared biting the tip of her thumb to try and hide her grin, "Now you can go."

….

"You and Shiloh are together?" Derek asked gruffly some time later.

The question startled Stiles and he glared at him, "Yes, not that its any of your business."

Derek glared back rolling his eyes, "It was just a question."

Stiles huffed, "Ya know, why do you care so much anyways? I've seen you to talk to Shiloh on more than one occasion and you don't exactly seem like a friendly sorta guy."

Derek simply glared at him turning to face the window instead of the angry teenager.

"What do you have a little wolfy crush on her." He snorted bitterly.

Derek's head whipped around to face him his eyes flashing dangerously, "Don't be an idiot, I don't have a crush on her she's sixteen for god's sake."

"well what is it then?!" Stiles demanded finally cracking.

Derek shook his head.

"she seems familiar to me. Even her scent it familiar."

Stiles eyed him out of the side corner of his eye, "So? That doesn't mean anything. She's Shiloh she probably smells like ink and cigarettes and whatever flavor lip gloss she put on that day."

Derek shook his head, "You're not a werewolf you wouldn't understand, I'm talking about her scent under neither all of that. She smells like almonds and vanilla, and earth."

"You sure you don't have a crush on her." Stiles jabbed.

Derek scowled at him, "I know her from somewhere."

Stiles eyed him doubtfully, "Are you sure?"

"positive."

….

After the whole Derek business had been resolved and he was back to being his sour self, Stiles found himself in front of Shiloh's door, his thoughts wandering to his conversation with Derek.

'I know her from somewhere'

Shiloh pulled the door opened before he could really dwell on it, "Stiles!" she greeted breathlessly her face was flushed and she was slightly out of breath, Stiles realized she must have run all the way down stairs when she heard the door and grinned at her.

She threw her arms around him in a hug, and he sighed breathing in her coconut shampoo the stress of the day melting off his shoulders at the feel of her in his arms.

She pulled but just far enough to put a hand on each cheek and pull him into a deep kiss, she used her grip on his face to pull him into the house, he chuckled against her lips as he stumbled some.

"I missed you." She admitted sheepishly when she was finished kissing him.

He beamed at him his heart melting, "I missed you too." He said soundly, threading his fingers through hers.

She glanced down at their hands her cheeks pink and her lips stretched into a grin, she pulled him up the stairs behind her and into her room.

She let him wander around, while she grabbed some movies to watch on her lap top.

She didn't really have anything too personal sitting around her room and Stiles guessed that she didn't really feel comfortable enough to yet, since last he heard Natalie was still only fostering her. But she did have various painting sitting around and he smiled fondly while looking at them, there was no doubt she was talented.

When his eyes landed on her latest piece on her easel though he froze, his heart thudded in his chest at the sight of the familiar bullet. He jumped just barely when she came back, "So do you want to watch star wars or batman?"

Stiles grinned at her, making his way to her side trying to push everything else out of his mind, but still even as he sat watching batman forever with her cuddled under his arm, his mind was still clouded with one sentence from the mouth of a werewolf.

"I know her from somewhere."