TWENTY-ONE 

A lot of changes has happened in the past few months. First, my dad had moved in with us. Scott and I ignore him, like he's not even there in the first place. Like how it use to be without him. Scott was an Alpha now. Well, a true Alpha. Red eyes looks so much better on him than yellow ones. 

Stiles and I have grown even closer, I'm not sure how that's possible. We were already close when we weren't together, now, nothing can break us. I spend most of my nights at Stiles'. I can't stand my father being around me. One thing that I found out about Stiles, he had biceps. I don't even know how he even found the time to work out.

Lydia and I are closer more, too. Considering we found out how we are tied together in the supernatural, it's best not to be mortal enemies with each other. Right now, I was sitting in Stiles bed. I was watching over him. He hasn't been sleeping that much.

I pressed my back against the wall, watching him murmur things. I want to wake him up, but I don't know if it's a good or bad dream. The room was dark, and I let Stiles take up all the sheets. I'm just watching over him.

I let my eyelids close, until, I heard him scream loudly, and my eyes pop open. Soon, Stilinski came in, and I tried shushing Stiles but he just grabbed onto me instead. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," I whisper, as he lays on me, gripping onto me. Stilinski stands over the bed, worried. He continued screaming, crying. "It's okay, sh, Sti." I stroke his hair, putting my hands through it. "Your okay," He just grips onto me, and Stilinski slowly sat on the bed.

I looked over at Stilinski, who looked at me. Whatever was happening to Stiles, it was bad.

✢

"Am I awake?" Stiles asked as he packs his things for school, shoving them in bag and I nodded, sitting cross-legged on his bed. Stiles was about to put a book in, until he just stopped at it and stared.

"Hey," Sheriff said in his uniform as he was at the door. I looked over, and saw him there. "You all right?" Stiles turned around, facing his dad. He didn't say anything as he looked back down at his book. "You two ready for school?" He drops the book.

"Yeah, yeah, we're good." Stiles nodded and I jump off the bed. "Dad, seriously, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare. What's that?"

I looked at the box Sheriff was carrying. "This is just, uh, files from the office."

"It says Sheriff station, do not remove." Stiles read the sticker.

"Well, yeah, unless you're the Sheriff."

"Oh." Stiles nodded.

"Now, get you and Stacey to school." Sheriff had left, and I walked over to Stiles.

"Stiles, you don't need to lie to me. How are you really?" I asked, looking up at him. He looks down at me and just wrapped his arms around me. I sigh, and wrapped mine around him.

"If I'm honest, a little terrified. But I feel perfect right now." Stiles mumbled. I then pull back slightly, and looked up at him. He brushed a loose strand of hair out of my way. I close our lips together, connecting them for a second or two before pulling away.

✢ 

Stiles and I enter school, walking towards the stairs where we were supposed to meet Scott. But instead of meeting Scott, we saw a terrified Scott, walking backward down the stairs, looking scared.  

Stiles stopped him from walking backward, as Scott had walked into him. I touched my brother's arms which seemed to snap him back into reality. "Hey, hey, are you all right?" I asked my brother, as his gaze meets mine. 

My brother nods his head, his breathing uneasy. "Well, you don't look alright, Scott." Stiles points out. 

"I'm okay," Scott tried and I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes. 

"Over my dead body," 

"Yeah, no, you're not." Stiles said. "It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you?" 

Scott blinked a couple of times. "How'd you know?" 

I felt someone walk behind me, and I turned around it was none other than my best friends, Allison and Lydia. We form a small circle. 

"Because its happening to all three of you." Lydia said, approaching us. 

✢

 Lydia and I open the doors to the hallway, and we both smirked. "Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy ones." Lydia and I link our arms, as Allison, Scott, and Stiles fall in behind us. 

"We're not crazy," Allison denied. We turn around and faced them. 

"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine." My familiar sarcasm catches up on me.

"We did die and come back to life." 

When I sprained my wrist. It was in a sling over, Stiles hated it. He said it reminded him of how bad of a boyfriend he was. It reminded him that he hurt me. It was always a constant reminder of him. I told him it wasn't his fault, it was Jennifer's. 

"That's gotta have some side effects, right?" 

The school bell rings. Lydia and I detach from each other, and I walked over to Stiles. "We keep an eye on each other. Okay? And you two, stop enjoying this so much." I smile over at Stiles, who dragged me away by his hand. 

"I'm not enjoying this." I told him, as we walk in sync together. 

"Stacey, I know you better than Scott knows you." Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "You can't tell me that you're not enjoying this one little bit? If I were you, I'd be enjoying this a lot, saying stuff like, now you know what it feels like." 

I snort. "I would be, but I'm not that type of girlfriend." I shake my head as our hands intertwine, the familiar warm touch electrified me. "We've got History, it's time to meet our new teacher!" 

"Are you saying our old history was bad?" Stiles asked as I drag him into the History classroom, most people were seated. 

"Pft, no." I said as we made our way to our seats. I sit in front of Stiles. 

Everyone was in their seats now, Lydia and Scott were somewhere. "Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous History Teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure by now, you all know my daughter, Kira. Or you might not since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school. Or brought home a friend for that matter." 

With that, I heard a sigh, and someone putting their heads down on a table. I turn automatically, much like everyone else. "Either way, there she is." Mr. Yukimura points out his daughter, Kira. Kira slowly lifted her head, and she made eye contact with me. 

I smiled and waved a hello. She shyly waved back. She's cute, I like her. "Now, let's begin with American History at the turn of 20th century. 

✢

Stiles, Scott, and I walk to Stiles' locker and Stiles' opened his locker. Scott and I stand either on the left or right side of Stiles. "Maybe we need a little bit more time get back to normal." Scott told us, as Stiles fiddles with his locker to get it open. I knew his locker pin. I've memorized it. Not creepy. 

"Yeah, try not to forget we hit the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures." Stiles reminded. Stiles continued to fiddle around with his lock. "There's a pretty good chance things are never gonna get back to normal." 

"Yeah." Scott agrees, and Stiles banged on his locker, trying to get it opened. He pulled on his locket some more, and he stared at his lock. "What?" 

"Here," I told Stiles and placed my hand on top of his. I shove Stiles gently out of the way, and I put in the numbers, Stiles blink rapidly, and rubbed his eyes. I unlock it for him in seconds. He looked at me, confusingly. 

"You know my pin?" Stiles asked and I smiled shyly.

"Maybe." I laugh lightly, I then look at Scott, and his eyes started to glow red. "Scotty, your eyes." 

"What about them?" He turned to me. 

"What about them? They're starting to glow." Stiles hissed. 

"You mean like, right now?" 

"No, tomorrow," I reply sarcastically. "Yes, right now. Scotty, stop it." 

"I can't." Scott pants, looking down quickly. Good thing there's hardly anybody around right now. "I can't control it." Scott covers his eyes. 

"All right, just keep your head down. Look, come on." Stiles removed Scott, dragging him down the hallway. I sigh and turned to Stiles' locker. It would be rude to snoop around his locker, but, as I was about to close it, something caught my eye. 

I picked up a photo, it was of me and Stiles. I looked at it, it was the night of the Winter Formal. It was us kissing. How did he get this photo? Why does he keep it glue tack to his locker? I smiled at the small memory. 

Because I love you. 

 I put a swift kiss on the photo, and I put it back in its place. Something else caught my eye, it was a book. On the title, I read memories. Looking around, there was no one. So, I decided to pick up the book and take a look at it. 

Being my noisy self, I flicked to the first page. There were a few photos scattered of me and Stiles when we were younger. Like, really young, as in, the first time we met, in the sandpit, young. I smiled as I flicked through the pages, and gradually, the photos of us grew older. 

I stop to look at each and everyone one of them, of course. I held my page, and I flicked to the front cover. It was a brown leather book, within gold writing memories. Some of the pictures beside them had little short quotes or explanations of what was happening. There was a photo of me holding Stiles' hands, crying, hugging, and kissing. I loved the kissing photos. There were the Winter Formal photos all stuck on one page, making me smile. 

Stiles was making a memories book for himself. To remember us. To remember our good and bad times. 

I heard someone stop in behind me, and I quickly looked up and saw Stiles standing there, nervously as his eyes flicker down to the book then he met my eyes again. I close the book quickly, gasping. Stiles caught me sneaking around in his things. 

Oh god. 

"Hey..." I trailed off, and placed one foot behind mine nervously, I saw Scott exiting the room they were in, leaving. I bite on my lower lip and held the book in front of me. I felt bad now. Was I not suppose to see this? 

"Surprise." Stiles suddenly spoke, surprising me. I raised an eyebrow. 

"What do you mean? I went through your things, Stiles-" 

"I was gonna give it to you when I was finished, but you kind of ruined the surprise..." Stiles informed me, and my mouth hung. This book was a surprise. For me. He made this for me. "It was supposed to be a birthday present thing. But now it can be an early one..." 

"Why did you go through all this trouble for me?" I asked, gesturing my hand towards the book. He made me a freaking book, which I love. 

"Have you read the back of the book yet?" Stiles asked, my head snaps down to the book, and I flip through the page, then to the back and I stared at the letters on there. Because I love you. "I mean, it's cliche, but, I needed something to remind of us. Something to be remembered by,  then Lydia gave me this idea, making a memory book. I haven't finished it yet, it's still got some pictures missing plus more-" 

I cut him off by connecting my lips together, he seemed to respond quickly. I held the book in between us, cupping one hand of his cheek and pressing my body closer to his. He closed his eyes, moaning into the kiss. I pull back, soon realizing we were actually in school. School's gotta ruin everything, doesn't it? 

"I love it, Sti." I told him, our foreheads touching. "I love you, too. But seriously," I took a step back and creased a thumb over the brown leather case. "No one's done anything like this for me, either." I hold the book close to my heart, grinning at Stiles. "This is truly is amazing." 

"I'm glad you like it. Do you want it now, or do you want me to finish it and give to you on your birthday?" Stiles asked in his low voice again. I smile. 

"Can... can I finish it?" I asked. "Then, if you want me to be really cheesy, I can give this to you." Stiles shakes his head. 

"But on a serious note, Stacey. For the past few weeks, I've been having trouble reading, I can't read... ever since that night, I've been having trouble reading everything's like jibberish to me." I nodded my head, understanding. This is how Stiles is being affected. 

"Can you read my lips?" I asked as he eyes traveled down to my lips. "I love you." I mouth and I put my hands around his neck and I pressed my lips against him, and I just mold into him. Past Stiles' shoulder, there was an audience watching. One, the new girl, Kira, and some boys. I pull back, but still close to him. "We have an audience watching." I mumble against his lips. 

"Let them watch," Stiles whispers, before quickly connecting our lips again. I couldn't get enough of his kisses. They were sweet and welcoming. I let out a giggle, and I pull back, shaking my head. 

"We can do that later." I told him, kissing his nose. He then pulled me into a tight hug, which, I didn't mind. "You know maybe the freshman are taking notes on how to be a gentleman to the ladies." Stiles lets out a laugh, I look, and they were no longer there. "Now, I have to go meet Lydia and Allison. I love you." 

I quickly pecked his lips and he groaned, as I step back. "I love you, too. But can you just like, not go to them? We were having a moment." Stiles grumbles, and I rolled my eyes at how much of a baby he's being right now. 

"And now, that moment was over, we'll have more." I chuckle, I close Stiles' locker, locking it. I turn on my heel, and I start to walk away, gripping on my memory book. "Love you, bye!" I heard him sigh in annoyance, I smirk as I made my way down to the carpark.