Him:

"I don't know how to swim, okay? DONT JUDGE ME DAMN IT!" I screamed at Stiles.

"Well we came coming and we wanted to go canoeing and you didn't speak up until now so you can go out with someone you trust or you can stay on the dock," he responded coolly.

I glared at him. "Asshat."

"Always." He rolled his eyes and jogged down. He got in a canoe with Derek and Lydia and they were off, racing Scott, Allison, and Liam in another canoe and Kira, Maila, and Peter in a third. Peter looked like he'd been dragged by his tail, but our effort in as he was ordered too, if begrudgingly.

Where was Isaac? I sighed. Oh well. I into another canoe and paddled out by myself, away from the other three rocking and splashing like insane people. I like being out on boats, but not around people. I liked it when it was serene and quiet. So I went out, stopping in the middle of the little lake and closing my eyes, taking a second to appreciate the sunlight on my skin and the breeze in my hair. It was nice...

Suddenly there was a someone under the boat and eyes glowing. I screamed as the boat toppled. I was sinking... I fought to get to the top, but I couldn't. I couldn't think as the panic overwhelmed me and engulfed my mind. I screamed but nothing happened. And then there was water in my lungs. I coughed, but that only made more water come in. I closed my eyes, everything going dark.

So this was how I died...

Distantly I felt someone's arm around me. Suddenly there was cold above me. I was being pulled somewhere. I was being dragged now. No, carried. I was on the ground? I think? I opened my eyes and I saw bright light. Was this heaven. I closed my eyes again. Too bright. I felt pressure on my chest. The water moved and it burned. I felt warmth flow through me, pushing the water around in my lungs as something soft was on my lips. I couldn't breath.

Pressure. Heat. Pressure. Heat.

I sat up as I felt the water pushing up, out of my lungs and turned, throw up water. I coughed, closing my eyes tight and trying to breath. My burning lungs and my raw throat were eased by the presence of sudden, cool air flowing in my body. I heaved and threw up again, this time now whatever the hell was in my stomach.

Someone pulled me to them, holding me tightly. "Y/n? Y/n oh my- you're okay. Holy-" then my breath was cut off again by a soft touch of lips to mine. My eyes shot wide. It was Isaac! I knew that feeling.

I kissed him back, holding his face as he kissed me.

He leaned back. "You're okay. Oh thank- You're okay."

"You saved me," I realized out loud.

Isaac's blue eyes looked at me, wide and sparkling. His hair dripped with water.  "Of course. I love you, you idiot."

I laughed, pulling him to me to kiss him again. He saved me. And he loved me. I guess I could live with almost dying if those things were true...