Stiles' P.O.V:

I know I made fun of Emma when she told me about her date and I know I laughed at it on the way back home but now I'm sort of overthinking it.

What if she really likes the guy she went out with and now they'll be together or something? My plan would be so screwed.

And when I get out of my house to walk towards hers, I really start to get worried.

This is bigger than this plan, isn't it? This has to do with my feelings.

Ever since mom passed out, I've been having serious trouble with self-steam, self-confidence and issues to trust people.

Stiles everyone knows isn't the Stiles I really am. Scott is the only one who truly knows me. Maybe my dad, but we don't spend much time together so I couldn't tell.

And now, Emma is breaking my walls without even trying. She doesn't know how big of a deal is for me that she's getting to know the real me. Does she even realize?

And when I ask Jessica if I can wait for her to come back and she allows me to go to her room, I realize how good she makes me feel.

I wouldn't say I like her, because I don't feel butterflies or whatever you feel when you like someone. Instead, I have this comfortable feeling, like I know that I'm not alone; I know that she wouldn't let me down.

She makes me feel like everything is on its place. More than liking her, I like her company.

I lay on her bed most of the time, not really doing anything; just thinking.

Thinking about how Scott brought us together, made us closer, even though he was the one who told me to stay away.

And before I know it, she is back.

"Yes, I had a great time," I hear her say, probably to Jessica.

"That was the worst date ever, I can't believe my dad he-what the hell?" she stops her rant when she sees me.

"Nice to see you, too." I smirk. "And glad to hear you had a great time."

"What do you want?" she whines, sitting down on the bed next to me.

"I...I don't know," I say, suddenly realizing I don't have an excuse for being here.

"Whatever, I'm kind of glad to see you." She lazily smiles. "Teenagers are so stupid."

"I want to know everything." I smile back and she rolls her eyes.

"Go to hell, Stilinski."

"Hey." I sit down on the edge of the bed and she does the same. "About that talk...remember?"

"You don't have to do this." She sighs, rubbing her eyes.

"Okay, I don't. I want to." I smile at her. "If you still want to tell me, I'm right here."

She then opens up to me. She tells me how she doesn't remember much about her mother and how close she was with mine instead. She let me see a total new side of Emma Lee. She let me see her sensible, sweet cute side.

She meant every single word she said, no sarcasm and no jokes; just her.

I realize that she didn't just broke my walls; she also let her owns down for me.

She starts crying. I take her into my arms while whispering that everything is going to be alright.

"I mean it, Emma. You'll be fine; you are the bravest girl I know, believe me; you are."

"Thanks for doing this," she says, letting go of my weird hug.

"Any time." I wipe her tears out of her face. "Holy shit is one in the morning!" I suddenly stand up, looking at my phone screen.

"You don't have to go," she says and her eyes go wide, like she didn't mean to say that. "I mean...your dad can catch you sneaking in and my dad can catch you sneaking out. I honestly don't know which one is worst."

"I guess I can stay." I sit back on the bed. "I always carry anextra shirt with."

She goes to her bathroom and after five minutes she comes back, in her pyjamas, looking cute and tired.

"I'll take the floor," I say, already looking for pillows to make a bed.

"You can sleep on the bed if you want," she says. "I mean, it's really big."

"Only if you're okay with that," I warn her, though I have this strong desire of cuddling tonight.

"Yeah, you wouldn't make me sleep on the floor, would you?"

"Do you want to try me, Emma?" I playfully ask.

"You know what, forget it; go and sleep on the floor, you jerk," she giggles, getting on the bed. "And turn the light off, loser."

"I love you, too," I mumble loud enough for her to hear. I turn off the lights and take my jacket off. I slip out of my shoes and pants, underwear and shirt will be tonight.

"Goodnight, Stiles," Emma says on her side of the bed.

"Goodnight, Emma," I say, turning around to the other end.

Here I am, sharing a bed with the girl I want to make fall for me. And here I am, feeling like I'm miles away from her.

Should I take this opportunity?

Fuck it.

I move to her side, where she's peacefully lying. I somehow manage to sneak my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me, so her back is pressed against my chest.

"What are you doing?" she asks softly.

"Shh," I shush her, my lips on her hair. "Have a nice dream, Emma," I whisper in her ear.

She doesn't protest but turns around, so she is now facing me.

"You are a very weird kid, Stiles."

With that, she nestles her head on the crook of my neck and we both fall asleep.

Emma's P.O.V:

I wake up to the sound of my alarm and the tight grip Stiles has on me. Don't ask me about last night, I was emotional and he did listen and seemed to understand. I didn't want him to go.

He groans at the sound but doesn't open his eyes. I turn it off and try to get comfortable again.

"Had a goodnight?" he asks in his morning voice. It sounds lazy and a lot lower than usual; actually kind of attractive.

"Hmm" is all I can manage to say. He cuddles up to me even more if that's possible and I swear I feel him smirking on the exposed skin of my shoulder.

"Good," he mumbles. We stay in that position for about five minutes. I hate to admit it but he has some worked out comfy arms up there. His body invites to hug him tight forever and that is something I never thought I'd find out about him.

His scent is nice as well, he doesn't use tons of deodorant like the rest of the male population does because they think it's attractive; he has this unique scent instead, which makes him attractive.

I get scare of my own thoughts because I've used "Stiles" and "attractive" in the same sentence more than once. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't know, but I definitely don't want to go on with this topic.

I let go of his hold and get out of bed. "Hey, I'm going to my house, I'll pick you up in twenty," he says taking off his shirt and oh my gosh, where did those abs came from.

I look away to stop staring and he puts on his new shirt.

"Okay, um..." I look out of the window to see the cop's car gone. "Dad is gone so you can use the front door."

He mumbles a "see you later" and I'm left alone, confused. What is he doing to me?

After a shower and putting on the first thing I found in my closet, which is black skinny jeans and a white sweater along with my favourite sneakers, I put on my basic make up; mascara.

I'm not a very girly girl, but I rather put on a little concealer than look like a zombie. I dry my hair and take my backpack, realizing Stiles left his jacket here.

I shrug and put it on; it doesn't look that bad, although it's huge.

The way to school is quiet, he doesn't even notice I'm wearing his jacket, which proves that he doesn't even look at me and that Lydia was wrong for once in her life.

"See you later." I wave at Stiles, because I know we don't have class together this time.

I start walking towards school and he keeps up with me.

"Just for the record," he says, passing an arm around my shoulders. "You look insanely hot in my clothes, you can definitely keep that. Have a nice day, Emma," and with that, he's gone.

Something I never thought it could happen, happens. His low voice and the words that rolled out of his tongue sent shivers down my spine. Is that a good thing or...?

"Lydia!" I call the strawberry blond haired girl, who's looking perfect without even trying.

"Changed your mind about Matt?" is the first thing she asks me.

"Quit your dumb-self, will you?" I whisper so no one can hear. "I'm not Jackson."

"What do you want?" She rolls her eyes.

"I need a friend." At the mention of a friend, her eyes light up.

"Library, last period; I want to know everything about Stilinski."

"How did you-?"

"You told me to quit my dumb-self, didn't you?" she smiles at me and I can't help but return it.

"Thank you."

At least I won't end up alone with twelve cats.