Stilinski's Novels: A Narrative Fiction

You’ve learned to simply go with the flow when it came to Stiles Stilinski. That’s why you weren’t surprise to wake to a familiar ringtone. Rolling your eyes, you sat up and answered the phone.
“Stiles, what are you doing calling me at…” your eyes widen when you checked the time, “three in the morning?”
‘I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t important.’
“I can list off the top of my head a few times when they weren’t.”
‘W-Well,’ he sputtered, ‘at least I’m calling ahead!’
You fell back onto your bed with a groan, “You never answered me.”
He cleared his throat, shuffling a little, ‘Well… I’ve got something for you.’
“Got me something?” you quirked a brow, staring at a spot on your ceiling in the darkness. “Err… Stiles? My birthday isn’t for another six months… so is Christmas
for that matter…”
‘I know, I know… I just’ he sighed, ‘Want to give you something.’ You could hear the smile on his face, “so I was wondering if I could come over?”
You snorted. “Even if I said no, you’re probably on my porch already or something…” you trail off, “you’re actually standing on my front porch, aren’t you?”
‘Yep, now open up!’
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Opening the door, you eyed the gift-wrapped box in his arms. “Couldn’t this wait until morn—” the box shifted, you could have sworn you heard a yelp coming from inside. “What’s in the box Stiles?”
Stiles shook his head, moving toward the living room and setting the box down gently onto the coffee table.
You’re still standing in hallway, seeing that he promptly came over and dragged you towards it.
Yelp.
Yep, you didn’t imagine that yelp. Stiles was shaking, whether in excitement or nerves you couldn’t quite tell. “Go on, open it.”
Tentatively, you lifted the lid. “Oh my—” you stared at it, in complete disbelief. The little brown and white husky popped its head out, its heterochromatic eyes darting everywhere before eventually landing on you. You blink a couple of times, making sure what you’re seeing is actually real.
“You got me a puppy?” your voice barely above a whisper.
“It was actually Scott’s idea. His boss found the little one a few days ago, Scott and I figured that since you’ve had always wanted a puppy—”
You threw yourself at him, effectively cutting him off as you wrapped your arms around his neck. All he could hear was you squealing “Thank you” over and over again. Before he even had the chance to return your hug, you bounced towards the pup. Gently lifting him out of the box, you settle him close to your chest. You smiled softly as the little husky melted into your
arms.
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