This bed is so soft. It's a little after midnight and I'm just now going to sleep. Stiles came home just in time to help me make dinner. It was so exciting seeing him again. We couldn't stop cracking each other up. John came home just as we finished cooking. I think they appreciated having a home cooked meal.

John had to go in for his actual shift at the station when we finished eating. Stiles told me that recently he's been over working himself. When I asked him why, he just told me that some stuff was brought to his attention and now he is relooking at a lot of his past cases.

After Stiles and I cleaned up the kitchen, we hung out in his room for hours catching up with one another. I hadn't stayed at their place in about a year, if not longer than that. And when I did, it was only for a weekend. He was just starting school as a sophomore. I remember he had gotten in trouble with John for listening into the police scanner. I guess there was some girl cut in half and left in the woods. I never did ask him about that. I left the next day to go to Arizona.

I tried going to my room at a decent time. Mainly because Stiles looked like he needed the sleep, but he insisted that he was fine and wanted to stay up longer. I ended up staying with him until just a few moments ago.

Now I'm lying in this bed. I can feel all my muscles relaxing one by one, my breathing becoming slower, and my eyelids growing heavy. I think a good night's rest would do me some good.

I let my body fall asleep only to be woken up no more than two hours later by Stiles screaming. I jump out of bed and sprint to his room. I was about ready to fight whoever was causing his distress when I opened the door finding no one else there but him. He had screamed himself awake.

I ran to Stiles, grabbing him from behind. He thrashed against my grip still screaming as I tried to sooth him, "It's ok. Stiles, I'm here. I'm here. It's ok. It's ok." I spoke as gently as I could, holding the shaky teen as he quieted down. His breathing was uneasy and I could still hear the panic in it.

I readjusted myself on his bed so that my back was against the wall and he was still wrapped in my arms. He held onto me with a death grip, trembling. I lightly stroked my hand through his sweaty hair trying to ease the tension built up from his nightmare.

What could scare him like this? I felt this powerful emotion, I don't know what it is, but it was bubbling deep inside me, wanting to hurt whatever could do this to him. I felt like mother bear protecting her cub. Except the intruder was in his head, so I was helpless to do anything to make it go away. It was a horrible feeling and I wanted it to go away.

A knot was forming in my throat, making it harder to breath. I took in a long breath and slowly let it out to calm myself.

I felt Stiles' grip loosen. "Olivia..," he began. His voice sounded coarse. I knew he was probably trying to indicate that he was fine now. But no. No he's not. I know he's not. He doesn't have to play brave for me.

"Shh, it's ok, Stiles. I'm not going anywhere." I assured him. "Try to go back to sleep. I'll be right here."

It was all that I could do, but I was pleased when he just accepted that I was staying with him and nodded his head, tightening his grip around my arm again.

I kissed his head, my hand still combing through his hair. "Good night, Stiles."

It took a long time, but he slowly stopped shaking and let himself relax. I managed to fall back asleep about half an hour or so after I heard him quietly snoring.

When I woke up, it was still dark out. My neck and back were sore. Probably from falling asleep at such an awkward position. Stiles still lay sleeping in my arms. A smile came to my face as I sit there, looking at him. I don't feel a need to sleep any longer. I actually kind of feel like going for a run.

I was about to move, but I didn't know how to get up without waking Stiles. He looked like a little puppy that decided to crawl up with me and fall asleep on my stomach.

Slowly, I moved him off of me. Every time he stirred from the movement, I froze. But I was eventually able to wiggle out from under him and head back to my room.

I changed into a sports bra, a loose muscle shirt, some shorts, socks that were knee high, and my sneakers. I grabbed my car keys and headed down stairs and out to my car. I made sure when I passed by Stiles' room that he was still sleeping soundly. He was.

I hopped into my car and started driving around to find a decent path to run on. I eventually found a stream cutting through the woods and pulled up next to a black Camaro in an open dirt area near it. I assumed other people must run this route too. Getting out of the car, I locked the doors and placed the keys on the inside of the tire. I hated running with things in my pocket. I didn't mind holding my phone so much though.

I put my headphones in my ear and started running, following the stream through the woods. It was nice to breath in the clean air out here. It made me feel alive and I could feel tingles shooting through my body, putting me in a better mood.

I jogged further and further into the woods. The sky was dimly lit, but my eyes had adjusted enough that I wouldn't trip over anything.

I came up to an open area. About to jog past it, a figure moving near the stream almost had me jump out of my skin as I yelped in fright. I stopped in my tracks, bent over clutching my heart and taking deep, half-laughing breaths.

"Holy crap, you scared the hell out of me," I laughed at the figure.

The sitting, dark haired girl turned towards me with a confused face. "What?"

"I'm sorry, you just scared me." I straightened up still clutching my chest and trying to catch my breath.

She was fair skinned and I think she even might be around my age. I saw the only blemish she had was a single freckle under her left eye, and even that just made her look prettier.

I noticed how tired I felt and since the girl started making me feel awkward with her silence, I said, "Well. Good chat. I think I'm going to head back now, but I'll let you get back to….whatever it is you're doing."

Walking away, I was about to put my headphones back into place when she stopped me.

"Wait, I'm sorry. That was rude of me. You don't have to go."

I turned around and she smiled sweetly at me.

"This is my favorite spot to come sit and just think about things."

Her continuing the conversation almost felt like she was begging for my company. Oh well, I guess. I have nothing else to do. I walked back over and plopped down next to her. "This place is nice." I complimented.

"Yea, I think so." She said, looking at me.

She wouldn't stop smiling at me. "Do I have something on my face?" I asked.

"Oh! No, sorry. I don't mean to stare. It's just. I don't get much of an opportunity to talk to anyone." She looked away from me. Probably trying to not scare me off.

Is she really that lonely? I would think a girl like her has tons of friends. Then again. If all she does is sit there and smile at them, I understand why she doesn't. I feel kind of sorry for her.

"Why don't you make some friends in town then?" I ask. "There are more people over there rather than in these woods."

She looked at me with a sad face. "It's not that easy."

"Well, if you're shy…"

"It's not that." She cut me off looking down at the water.

I didn't want to hurt her feelings, which I feel like I'm doing accidently. "Well, you're already making a friend out of me." I smiled at her.

She looked at me and managed to pull her mouth into a grin.

I could sense myself becoming more and more tired. "Well, I think I'm going to head out now, but it was really nice meeting you!"

I stood up and brushed the dirt off my butt and hands.

"I guess I'll see you around?" she asked me.

"Of course." I smiled back.

Putting my headphones back in my ear, I waved at her and ran off toward my car. I felt drained. Maybe I'm just hungry. I'm going to get back and cook us all a big breakfast. We're going to have eggs, and toast, and bacon, and sausage, and biscuits with gravy. My stomach growled. That's definitely what I needed. Food!

I get back to my car and grab my keys from behind my tire. I hopped in and turned it on into reverse. I was about to start backing up when I noticed a figure in my rearview mirror standing in my car's way to leave.

I was already irritated because I felt drained and wanted some food. Now some guy wants to be a creeper and not let me leave to go satisfy my hunger. I put my car into park and got out. "What the hell are you doing?" I shout at the man blocking me. There goes my good mood.

"This is private property!" He said bluntly. I felt like he was trying to be intimidating. It probably worked on most people, but not on me.

I look around at the woods. "Oh, is it? You know, someone should really invent a sign that says 'No Trespassing, Private Property.' Oh! Why don't you do that? Yea! You would make millions off of that. Not to mention, you can put them around your property so someone like annoying, little me doesn't think they can just run amuck wherever they feel. You know what? I'll give that one to you. I'm full of other great ideas that can make me rich, so that's your freebee."

I look back toward him. I couldn't help but be a little sarcastic. That's how I get when I'm annoyed.

I could see his nostrils flare as I made him angry. "Just get out of here and don't come back," he grit out his teeth.

I smiled sweetly, enjoying pissing him off. "Happily. If there wasn't a huge jackass in my way."

He glared daggers at my cheerful expression. I could tell he wanted to be stubborn and not move. To say something back. But he resisted. He slowly moved out of my way, dramatically extending his arm out to show my clear passage.

I gave him one last smile and left.

I was a little irritated on the ride back, but remembering that guy's expression did make me feel a little better. God, I'm such a bad person, I laugh to myself.

I get back and walk upstairs. I glance into Stiles' room to see him still sleeping, and then head to the bathroom to take a shower.

After the shower; I stroll downstairs, already feeling better from being cleaner, and I start breakfast. When I was making the bacon, the smell was so strong that it woke Stiles, making him come downstairs. He still looked exhausted but said he was fine. He was always just 'fine.' Well, I didn't believe that crap. Not for a minute.

Over breakfast, I really wanted to ask him about his nightmare but decided against it. If he wanted to tell me what was going on, then he would. I don't like forcing people to tell me something. That would usually just result in them lying and there isn't anything I can't stand more than liars.

I still wanted to cheer him up, so I offered to go get some ice cream after breakfast.

He laughed at me saying, "you're still hungry after all this?" He pointed toward the clean plates that were full moments ago.

"Stiles, you know as well as I. There is always room for ice cream."

He chuckled at me and I could swear I heard him say something about me being a fat girl at heart, but he accepted anyway.

I cleaned up the dishes as Stiles went back upstairs to get dressed and we left to a nearby diner.

I was in a pretty decent mood again since I had eaten and was happy to be hanging out with Stiles, getting some ice cream. That was until I walked into the diner and saw the same jerk from earlier sitting at the counter drinking some coffee and reading a book.

"You have got to be kidding me," I exclaimed. The guy looked in my direction, saw me looking at him and with an annoyed face, rolled his eyes and looked back at his book.

Oops, did I say that out loud?

Stiles looks at me confused. "Is everything ok? Do you not want to come here anymore?"

"No. No, I'm fine." I told him, brushing it off. I'm here for him. Who cares if this guy just so happens to also be here.

We sat down at a booth along the window and started peering through the menus. I found what I wanted and was about to ask Stiles what he wanted when I noticed his expression. He was looking at the menu with a puzzled look. As if he was trying to decipher some code.

"Need help reading it?" I joked.

Stiles looked up at me and put the menu in the napkin holder with a disgruntled look on his face. "I'm just going to get a sundae or something."

"Are you ok?"

"Yea, fine." He smiled but I knew it was fake.

We ordered our ice cream and ate it through some mild conversation. He was telling me about what he does with his friends, pausing at some points. It seemed like he kept choosing his words carefully. But no. I'm not going to ask. I'm just going to sit here and let him tell me what he feels like. It kind of hurts. I feel like he doesn't trust me like he used to. Did something change between us or is he just growing up and that's what teenage boys do.

We continued to talk until the waiter came back over and smiled at me. "Is there anything else I can get for you, sweetheart?" He asked, directing the question towards me.

"No, I think we're fine." I told him.

"No? Nothing at all? How about my number?" He smiled confidently at me, leaning on the edge of my side of the booth.

That. Has got to be. The worst pick up line. I have ever heard. Stiles looked at the guy with a 'are you serious, bro' look and I just sat there staring around the room. I noticed the jerkoff at the counter glanced in my direction, but then back to his book.

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm good." I finally responded to the waiter.

"Oh, come on now. I think you are really pretty and I was just wondering if I could take you on a date sometime. Maybe tonight?"

Really, dude?

Stiles looked amused as he saw my face getting red. I know it was. I could feel the heat washing over it.

"Are you blushing," the waiter asked me. If it was possible, his smile grew wider as if in success.

God damn it!

"No, I assure you. I am not." I looked at Stiles smirking at me. I'm glad that this guy harassing me could be the center of his entertainment. "And no thank you to the date."

The guy looked at me with disbelief, "What? Do you have something better to do?"

"I might." I told him bluntly.

"So that's a no, you don't have something better to do. You're just trying to play hard to get." He gave me a knowing look. I saw people starting to stare in our direction, watching us as if this was reality tv.

"No, I'm not trying to play 'hard to get.' I'm not trying to play anything." Did this guy realize how much he was embarrassing himself?

"It's ok," he chuckled. "I like hard to get."

"I'm. Not. Playing. Hard. To. Get." I told him.

Stiles realized that I was starting to get irritated and decided that that was enough. He told the waiter, amusement in his voice, "Hey man. She doesn't want a date. Just leave it, ok?"

"Excuse me, little one? Grown-ups are talking. Just keep eating your dessert like a good boy or we will have to ground you." The waiter mocked Stiles.

Stiles looked at him incredulously. I knew he wanted to say something but before he got the chance, the waiter turned back to me.

"Now come on, I'll pick you up at 8 tonight and we can go have some fun. I'll even put in the effort to get a babysitter for half pint here." He motioned toward Stiles.

Wow, this guy actually thinks he is slick. Not to mention, messing with me was one thing, but now he's taking Stiles down too? Hell no.

"Look, I'm telling you one last time." I glared at him. "Not. Interested."

The waiter stood up straight, annoyed. "Seriously? What? Do you have another date or something?"

"It's not that…" I began.

"Is it with him?" He glared at Stiles. "This kid? What does he have that I don't? I mean, he's a….he's a...kid!"

I couldn't believe this guy was reacting like this.

"Are you babysitting him? Seriously? What could you guys even do? Play with legos and then you can put him to bed at 8? I'm sorry but you know what, I guess it's your loss. But if you so happen to change your mind," he winked at me. "Here's my number." He began writing his number down on the back of our receipt and stuck it out for me to grab.

Stiles. Was. Pissed.

I could see him fuming, his glare looked as if it would burn through the guy's skull and I know he was about to open his mouth and get himself into trouble so I spoke up before he could.

"It really does bother you?" I smirk at the waiter. "That you don't understand what no means. That you don't understand that I would rather spend my time with someone else. Someone who makes me laugh. Someone who I can tell anything to. Someone that has more personality than I think you will ever have. Someone who I would enjoy their company more than I would enjoy yours. And you know what the best part is?"

I stand up, becoming eye level with the furious boy in front of me. Because he is a boy. A man wouldn't behave this way.

"The best part is…That he is a smart kid and actually has a future. A future that will consist of him being the boss of snot nosed, little brats that used to be jocks in high school thinking they own the place just to find out how hard the world is without mommy and daddy carrying him around. So now little boy has to go work in the cold, hard world as a waiter and pick on people he thinks are lesser than him just because that's what makes him feel better about his failure. So you know what?"

I picked up my full glass of water.

"I'm ok with that!" And I dumped the cold beverage on top of his head. "Oh waiter!" I called, holding up my empty glass. "I need a refill."

I saw the jerk from earlier choke on his coffee, hastily grabbing napkins as he spilled some onto himself. I sat back in my seat. He wasn't the only one who saw what happened. A few people snickered at the waiter as he stormed off, cursing.

"Did you see his face?" Stiles laughed, tears coming out of his eyes. "Oh man, that just made my whole week."

I grinned at him. "Oh I'm not done yet."

Stiles raised an eyebrow at me as I grabbed a dollar out of my wallet.

"Wait, you aren't actually tipping that guy?" He asked me, dumbstruck.

"Of course I have to tip him. I just humiliated him. It's the least I could do."

Stiles looked disappointed but still held amusement on his face. I took his glass of water that he hadn't drank at all and I put the dollar bill in it. I grabbed the menu that Stiles put in the napkin holder earlier and placed it on top. Putting one hand flat on the menu and the other gripping the glass upside down, I flipped them over. I placed them back on the table, keeping pressure on the glass, I whipped the menu out from under it so that the glass lay upside down with all its contents still held within and floating around in the ice, was my one dollar bill.

Stiles looked up at me, "You are seriously the best person I know."

I laughed at him as we began walking toward the cash register to pay for our food. Again, I noticed the guy on the counter glancing in my direction with a smirk formed on his lips. When I caught him staring, he looked back down at his book. Well, I know it was a good show, but it's over now. He should really stop looking.

We left and my mission of cheering Stiles up was definitely a success.

On the car ride home, we mostly made fun of the waiter. But Stiles also mentioned that on Sunday nights at the local bar not even two blocks from the house, they hold a writer's night. That's tomorrow night. He thought I should go and read a piece of my work. He also asked if he could go. I told him no, of course. Even when he gave me a puppy dog face, I told him there was no way I could let him go to a bar.

1. It's a school night.

2. He's underage. They wouldn't even let him in.

And 3. He needed to sleep. He had barely had any sleep at all last night, and I feel like tonight will be the same.

He was disappointed but brushed it off because he was still too happy about what happened at the diner. We arrived back home, deciding to just watch movies all day and into the late night.

A/N So we had a little Derek in there. Yay! Now, please tell me what you all think of the story so far. Do you like how Olivia handled the situation with the waiter? I do. But I'm also biased. Haha. Well, I promise there will be more soon. Please stay with me and keep reading! *winky faces*