▸ Seamless - Sabrina Carpenter

I traced my finger over Stiles' jawline. A faint smile was on my lips. My heart was fluttering. The one thought that was currently racing through my mind was: I love him.

"Did you just get here?" Stiles murmured, his eyes drifting to my lips.

"Just a few minutes ago. I dropped off my bags at Scott's. I wanted to come see you as soon as possible." I soflty replied. Stiles grinned and nudged his nose against mine. Our lips molded together in synch. I could feel my heart beating faster. Can he feel it?

"So making out, then cuddles?" Stiles asked with a goofy grin. I laughed and lightly smacked his shoulder. With a chuckle, Stiles set me on the ground, his hands now placed on my hips.

"I don't know." I teased, walking away from him. "Cuddling sounds better to me."

"Wha-Nevah! Don't do this to me!" Stiles whined. I grinned and skipped to the living room. I jumped onto the couch, instantly curling up into the arm of the sofa. Stiles let out a groan and went to close the front door. Of course, being the dramatic person that he is, he stomped his way back to me with a pout. He sat next to me and laid his head on my lap. "Hey."

"Hi." I beamed at him. I ran my fingers threw his hair. "So, cuddles it is then?"

"I still want to make out." Stiles shrugged.

"Hmm...maybe."

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you." Stiles narrowed his eyes at me.

"Yes, yes I am." I chuckled.

"That's it. Tickles for you it is!" Stiles sat up.

"Wait! Wait no! Stiles don't you da-" I laughed as soon as his fingers were a few inches away.

"Why are you laughing? I haven't even tickled you yet!" Stiles laughed.

"I don't know! I've always done this! It's not my fault!" I defended myself. Stiles smirked and brought his hands closer to my sides. I squealed, trying to put as much distance between us.

"Oh, this is gold!" Stiles cackled. I giggled and tried to get up from the couch. "Oh, no you don't!"

Stiles wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged me back onto the couch. I was laying on top of him, our noses only centimeters away. My breath hitched in the back of my throat. I blushed at the positon. Stiles' eyes drifted to my eyes and then my lips. He placed a hand on my cheek, rubbing soothing circles into my cheek bone.

Stiles pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes as I savoured it. His soft lips molded perfectly against mine. Our lips moved in synch. Stiles moved his other hand under the hem of my shirt, placing it on my hip. I sadly couldn't do anything with my hand, since I had to keep myself propped up. We kissed for what seemed enternity to me, before we broke apart.

"Now we can cuddle." Stiles smirked.

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Stiles and I spent the rest day kissing and cuddling while we watched the Star Wars movies. I told him about what happened at camp and how the Iris Messages weren't working.

"So your friend Leo is back?" Stiles asked. I hummed a 'yes'. "Can he come fix my jeep?"

"Stiles, he just got back from the Sea of Monsters. I want him to relax for a bit. He's most likely going to go help Apollo with the Oracles anyways." I informed him.

"So...no jeep?"

"No jeep." Stiles pouted at my answer. He huffed and crossed his arms. I chuckled. "You're such a diva."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"You know what?" Stiles playfully threatend. He wiggled his fingers and inched them closer to my sides. I instantly busted into giggles, swatting his hands away. "Oh, how I love this."

"This isn't fair! You're going to use that against me!"

"How can you fight monsters and demigods, or whatever the hell you fight, if you're ticklish?" Stiles questioned.

"Good question...I guess my body just knows if I'm about to be tickled or if I'm about to be clawed to death." I said, laying my head on his lap. Stiles smiled down at me.

"When are you going to leave to go tell your friends at Camp Jupiter about Leo?"

"Probably tomorrow afternoon. I want to spend the rest of the day with my lovely boyfriend." I beamed up at him as I bopped his nose. Stiles scrunched up his nose.

"Well, I want to spend time with my lovely girlfriend, too."

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I felt someone lightly shake my shoulder. Fluttering my eyes open, I saw Noah kneeling in front of the couch. I yawned, furrowing my eyebrows as I looked around. It was late, the moonlight was seeping into the living room from the window. I was cuddled into Stiles' chest, his arm lazily drapped over me. His mouth was slightly opened, an innocent look on his face. He looked so peaceful.

"Hey, I thought you would like to go ahead and head back to the McCall's to sleep." The Sherriff informed me, snapping me out of staring at my boyfriend.

"No," Stiles whined, burrowing his face into my shoulder. His grip tightened. I laughed. "She's staying. It's already too late."

"If she stays, it's going to be with the door open." Noah said, giving Stiles' a look.

"I'm fine with that." I softly said, a blush heating my cheeks.

"Me too. As long as she stays." Stiles muffled out. Noah bit his lip before sighing.

"Fine. I'll go call Melissa." The Sherriff stood up and started to walk towards the house phone. "Go on up and sleep kids."

"C'mon." Stiles whispered into my ear. He placed a kiss on my temple before he sat up. I whined, too lazy to move. Stiles climbed over me and stood on the floor. "C'mon, Nev."

"I'm too lazy. Carry me." I held up my arms to him. I fluttered my eyelashes at him. He laughed.

"Fine." Stiles scooped me up bridal style. A smile grew on my lips as I snaked my arms around his neck. I snuggled my head against his chest, warmness growing in my chest. "You're lucky you're cute."

I stuck out my tongue at him as he started to walk up the stairs. Once we got into his room, he gently placed me on his bed. I kissed his cheek before I spread across his bed starfish style.

"Hey, don't hoggin' up the whole bed." Stiles stated as he climbed in next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to his chest. I turned around to face him, my hands pressed against his chest.

"I'll try my best not too." I chuckled. Stiles smiled down at me, pressing a kiss on my hairline. I closed my eyes and turned back around, intertwining my hand with Stiles. He placed his chin on my shoulder, his head leaning against mine.

"Remember, no funny business or else this is never happening again. You hear me?" Noah's voice sounded. I peaked open an eye to see him leaning against the doorway.

"Okay, dad." Stiles groaned out. "We get it."

"Just letting you know." The Sherriff chuckled, holding his hands up. He walked away, calling out the next line over his shoulder. "Goodnight kids."

"Night." I yawned, my eyes closing shut.

"G'night." Stiles murmured. I was on the brink of fully falling asleep when Stiles groaned and rolled away from me.

"Don't you dare start this again, Stiles." I warned him, cuddling the pillow.

"It's not my fault that it's hard for me to find a comfortable position." Stiles scoffed.

"Just go to sleep."

"Easier said than done." Stiles sighed. "How about if you-"

"Fine." I sat up on the bed and climbed over Stiles. I already know this boy too well. I was laying on the edge of the bed, my back facing the wall. Stiles instantly wrapped his arm around me, placing his face in the crook of my neck. "Is this better?"

"Yeah," Stiles whispered, lacing our fingers together. He placed a kiss on my neck. "Much better."

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"Don't do anything stupid." I said, mounting on to Mrs. O'Leary the following day. I was outside the McCall house with Stiles and Scott.

"We won't." Stiles scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Do you mean him? Or me?" Scott asked pointing in between the two.

"The both of you." I answered. Scott pouted.

"I love how much faith you have in us. Really. It amazes me." Stiles sarcasitcally stated. I rolled my eyes.

"If you were in my shoes, you would, too. How you two survive shocks me." I playfully said.

"Ha ha, very funny." Stiles rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

"What time should you get back?" Scott asked me.

"I don't know. I'm going to have to explain everything that has happened the past couple of days. Who knows how long that would take." I shrugged. Mrs. O'Leary looked up at me, her tongue lolling out. I grinned and rubbed the spot behind her ear.

"Ooff!" Scott groaned, trying to get away from the hellhound's wagging tail. "Mrs. O'Leary, you have a very strong tail."

That just made the hellhound wag her tail more. Scott tried to step away, but it seemed as if Mrs. O'Leary was purposely aiming her tail at him. Stiles and I laughed. Scott sent us  playful glare before he finally got away from Mrs. O'Leary's tail.

"Okay, no dog treats for you." Scott told the dog. Mrs. O'Leary stilled and pouted a dog pout.  A small whine escaped from her as she tried to paw and Scott.

"Look what you did Scotty. You made her sad." I pouted. I scratched her forehead and placed a kiss on it. "It's okay girl, I bet the Romans have great treats waiting for you."

"She likes the Romans more than you, Scott." Stiles chuckled as Mrs. O'Leary wagged her tail again.

"Well then..." Scott frowned.

"Okay, we've got to go. The earlier I go, the earlier I come back. I start school tomorrow."

"And picture day is also tomorrow." Stiles wagged a finger at me.

"I'm not filling out that horrible form." I told him.

"You should at least consider it. For me!" Stiles whined, pointing to himself.

"I have considered it...it's still a no." Stiles huffed at me. "I have already told you-"

"Okay, okay. I get it." Stiles pouted. Scott laughed at the two of us.

"Okay, I really have to go." I said, biting my lip. Stiles sighed and walked over to me.

"Be careful." He said, kissing my lips.

"I will." I softly smiled.

"See you later on tonight, Nev. Be safe." Scott told me. Stiles walked over to him with his arms crossed and his foot tapping the ground. I perked an eyebrow. They so have something stupid planned for tonight.

"Let's go, Mrs. O'Leary. Camp Jupiter."

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We existed the shadows of the tunnel entrance to the camp. Immediately, two demigods dressed in their Roman armor pointed their weapons at me. One seemed to be a buff looking boy while the other was a girl with an athletic body figure. Mrs. O'Leary sat down, sliding as she tried to avoid the sharp objects.

"WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! Put the pointy things away! It's just me and Mrs. O'Leary." I informed the Romans. Mrs. O'Leary managed to stop a few inches away from their sword and spear.

"We don't know you." One of them, the guy, gruffly said.

"Ah, great. You're both new, aren't you?" I frowned.

"Yeah, and?" The other spat. I narrowed my eyes at them.

"Okay, first of all, how rude! Second of all, your praetors know who I am."

"Yeah right." The first guy, let's call him Buffy, scoffed. He looked over towards, the other girl. Let's call her Pinky since she's wearing a neon colored long sleeve under her purple camp T-shirt. How does that even match? "Who even is this chick?"

"This chick has a name." I jumped off of Mrs. O'Leary. The two Romans raised their weapons higher, making sure they have a good aim at my head. I rolled my eyes. I patted Mrs. O'Leary. "Okay, girl, go fetch one of the Seven here at camp. Preferably, Frank please. "

"How do you know about Frank?" Mrs. O'Leary disappeared into the shadows.

"How did you know he was one of the Seven?"

"Look kids, I'm friends with the guy. Now, take me to your leader...well leaders." I said with a cheesy grin. They looked at me as if I was crazy. I frowned. "Oh come on! Don't tell me you have never wanted to say that?"

"Never."

"Werido." I glared at Pinky.

"You know what Pinky-" I stomped towards her, wagging my finger at her face.

"Nevah?!" I stood straight as saw the Roman, and Greek, demigods of the Seven, with my hellhound, running towards me.

"What's up?" I grinned. Piper attacked me into a hug, almost making me lose my balance. "Hey Pipes!"

"Oh how much I have missed your sarcasm and sassiness." She playfully cried into my shoulder. I laughed and playfully shoved her off. I hugged the rest of the demigods, the two newbies staring at me in shock.

"They didn't give you any trouble, did they?" Frank asked, looking at the other two demigods. The girl squeaked.

"Nah," I waved in dismissal. "But, I do want to know why they don't know about me. Am I not important enough?"

"Stop being so dramatic." Jason laughed, nudging my shoulder. I grinned up at him.

"What brings you here?" Hazel questioned, her hand in Frank's. I gave them a sheepish smile. "Oh boy..."

"To Reyna we go." Frank sighed. He turned to Buffy and Pinky. "You guys go ahead and call it in. We'll talk about which people we know and don't know so this won't happen again. You're dismissed Thomas and Kat."

Buffy and Pinky, I like these names better, nodded and ran off. We walked over to Reyna's office, knowing very well that she is most likely there. The Romans stared at me, not truly knowing who I was. Once we arrived at Reyna's, she answered the door.

"Come in." Reyna told us. We walked in, standing up in front of her desk. Argentum and Aurum ran towards me, nudging my legs. I chuckled and rubbed the top of their heads. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh...there's a lot to tell you." And then I went on to explain what has happened the past couple of days from Apollo turning mortal to the company.

"Wait, Leo's back? Why haven't you guys IM'ed us yet?" Piper asked, her eyes twinkling at the thought of her best friend, who was basically her brother, being at camp.

"That's one of the things I wanted to tell you. The Iris Messages, along with Leo's inventions that are used for communication, aren't working. We don't know why as of yet." I informed.

"So, let me get this straight." Jason said. "Leo is back with Calypso and Festus. Apollo is mortal. The Oracles are in danger. There's another prophecy that includes Apollo, Leo and Calypso even though the Oracles can't tell prophecies. That Meg girl is missing and is the daughter-"

"Step-daughter." I corrected.

"Of Nero, who is one of the people in charge of that company." Jason continued. "And this company is sort of behind all of these wars and such?"

"Mmhmm, pretty much, yeah. That sounds about right." I nodded.

"So what do we do? How can we help?" Frank asked.

"I don't know." I sighed, my shoulders dropping. "I don't know, maybe Chiron can tell you more about that."

"Is Leo still at camp?" Hazel questioned.

"Yeah, it's you guys and a few others who still need to punch him." I shrugged.

"Punch?"

"Or slap, that's what Nyssa did."

"Punching sounds nice to me." Jason nodded.

"Jason!" Piper smacked his shoulder. "A slap sounds way better. It leaves a sting."

"Either way, we're still hitting him in some form." Frank shrugged.

"Guys!" Hazel fanned herself. "Hurting him on purpose isn't the way. A lecture is better."

"Hazel, you're adorable, you know that?" I asked, pinching her check. She laughed and lightly swatted my hand away.

"I guess we will have to find some way to communicate with Camp Half-Blood then." Reyna stated. "I'm afraid our only options are either phone calls or face to face."

"I'll call Percy either later on tonight or tomorrow and ask him what we should do." Frank said.

"Okay, sounds like a plan to me. Is there anything you guys need my help with?" I retorted.

"Nah. I think we're good. You can go ahead and go back to Beacon Hills. I know you want to go back to your boyfriend." Jason smirked. He made kissy faces.

"I'm going to slap that smirk off of your face, Grace." I threatened him.  "But fine, I'll leave."

"You know you-"

"Jason, shut up before she knocks you unconscious." Piper laughed. "You have to remember that she's spent most of her time with Percy and Annabeth. She has Percy's temper and Annabeth's fighting instinct."

"Thank you, Piper!" I grinned as started giving goodbye hugs to everyone.

"Be careful." Hazel told me as I hugged her.

"Why is everyone telling me that today?"

"Because you're kind of reckless?" Jason answered.

"You wanna go there, Jason?"

"Just go, Vis." Jason laughed, playfully shoving me out the door.

"Love you guys, too!"

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When I told Mrs. O' Leary to take us to Scott and Stiles, I didn't mean for her to take me to a street filled with red and blue lights. I sighed, knowing very well that the two dorks where around here somewhere. I walked around, looking for Stiles' jeep. Once I spotted it, I went towards it with Mrs. O'Leary following quietly behind me.

"Go ahead and go home, girl." I told Mrs. O'Leary. She wagged her tail and disappeared into the shadows. Sighing, I leaned against the driver's side of the jeep. A few meters in front of me, stood the two best friends and my boyfriend's father. They seemed to be getting their butts roasted by the Sherriff.

Noah took them to the back of the loading truck and opened the doors. One of the doors blocked my view of what was going on, but I'm pretty sure it involved the two teenagers being scolded at. A few minutes later, Scott and Stiles started to walk towards the Jeep. That's when I noticed a wrist brace on Stiles. I perked an eyebrow. What the hell did these two do?

"Nevah?" Scott noticed me first. Stiles looked up from the ground and stared at me with wide eyes.

"Uh...it's not what it looks like?" Stiles nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Mmmhmm. So much for not doing anything stupid, huh?"

AND HERE IS THE LAST CHAPTER BEFORE WE FULLY HIT SEASON 6A HEAD ON! Just remember, the next chapter won't be written until after 6a is finished. I want to make sure that I have this all correct and all of that jazz. I don't want to screw up my plot as well. Hope y'all understand that.

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