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Epilogue :: Saturday Night Stiles
Stiles led me into his room after we arrived at his house. Stiles had insisted on blind-folding me, but I had reminded him that I would still know exactly what was going on.
"Okay, you may now remove your blindfold." Stiles announced sarcastically. I snickered at his attempt at humour. I looked around the room to see a few balloons and some ribbon.
"What are the balloons for?" I asked.
"Well, since how Peter ruined the formal, I thought we could have our own mini formal." Stiles explained. My lips parted in shock.
"Stiles, that's really thoughtful. Thank you." I gently pressed my lips against his cheek.
"I don't know if you like music nowadays, but I brought some music from your days." He told me. I grinned at him and his thoughtfulness. Stiles walked over to his stereo and pressed play.
"The Bee Gees?" I asked as the sound of Night Fever filled my ears.
"Yeah, I thought it would remind you of growing up." Stiles shrugged.
"I can't believe you did this, Stiles." I laughed, filled with joy. I wrapped my arms around Stiles, providing him with a hug to show my appreciation. Letting go of him, I wandered over to the stereo. An empty Saturday Night Fever album sat by the stereo.
"This isn't going to do if we're going to pick up where we left off at the formal." I told him, looking at the track list. "Night Fever is too upbeat." I changed the song to How Deep Is Your Love, because it was the only slow song from the soundtrack from what I could remember. It had been a long time since I had listened to the Bee Gees.
"This will work better." I told Stiles as the soft song played out of the speakers. I placed my hands on Stiles' back while wrapping my arms around his torso. I kept my face close to his and I stared into his eyes.
"Thank you, Stiles." I thanked him. "All I ever wanted was to be normal and you help me forget that I'm some weird supernatural creature."
"Well, I think you're perfectly normal." Stiles complimented.
"That's the thing, Stiles. I don't like that perfect aspect. I just want to be a normal human being." I sighed. "I don't want this physical perfection that I was born with. Being supernatural sucks."
"Half perfection." Stiles corrected.
"What?" I asked.
"Half perfection." Stiles repeated. "You're only half-vampiric. Remember, you're half-human, too." I hugged Stiles firmly, but not in a bone-crushing way. "Your vampire side is the side that kicks Scott's ass. The human side of you is everything else. Like when you laughed at Jackson with Allison, when you danced with me at the formal, when you lied to my dad, when you went shopping with Allison and Lydia and when you stuck up for Scott after Derek killed Peter." A tear made its way into my eye. Stiles continued, "I could go on. When you-" I smashed my lips against his, interrupting his beautiful speech. Those words were exactly the ones I didn't even know I had been waiting to hear from someone.
Once I pulled my lips away, I wrapped my arms around Stiles and held him closely.
"Thank you." I whispered. Stiles' arms found their way around my lower back. With everything that I've gone through, I was so happy to have Stiles with me. Right now, I didn't care about Peter, the Argents, Derek, the note or my inevitable departure from Beacon Hills. All I cared about right now was that I finally understood what true happiness was. I knew I was going to stay right here in Beacon Hills with Stiles, Scott, the Cullens, Allison, Bella and Lydia for a long time.
I gently rested my cheek against Stiles' chest and closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat.
"Yeah, I've definitely made up my mind." I whispered to myself as we gently swayed along to the too-upbeat soundtrack of Saturday Night Fever.
The End