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As it turns out, Stiles really did want to know everything. It was surprisingly easy to unload everything with Stiles. We ate a little and just talked for hours – just talked.

By the time five o'clock rolled around, we both agreed that we should probably get going. Stiles drove me home and I fidgeted the entire way. As comfortable as I am around him, he still makes me nervous.

"I'm really glad that we did this." Stiles breathed, as he walked me to the door. I smiled at him.

"So am I. I had a really nice time today. I needed it. It was refreshing. You're refreshing." I told him. I bit my lip and played with my hair, not sure where the jitters in my stomach came from. He gave me a lopsided smile.

"I… We should do this again. Soon." He decided. I nodded, in agreement. "Well, I better go. I need to bring my dad dinner. I can't give him any excuse to sneak a burger. He's worse than I am." Stiles joked. I laughed.

"Text me."

"I will." He promised.

"When you're not driving," I added. He laughed, but agreed. I summoned courage that I didn't know I possessed and leaned forward and kissed his cheek, before hurrying inside. I didn't even chance a glance behind me, but I closed the front door.

"It looks like someone had a good time." Lydia practically sang, as she watched me from the stairs. I blushed, but didn't answer. "I knew it."

Stiles did what I asked and texted me shortly after he left to go see his dad. I smiled when I felt my phone vibrate.

'Done driving. I got my dad a salad… He's gonna be so pissed. Cross your fingers that he doesn't try and kill me… especially when he sees the apple pie that I got for myself… But hey, you're a witch; you can totally reanimate my mangled body… Right?!

-Stiles'

I literally laughed out loud.

'Just reanimate your corpse or bring you back to life? If I did bring you back, it would kill me. Everything has to have a balance… but if you just wanted me to reanimate your body, then I could have you make dress yourself as an awesome drag queen. ;)

-Bonnie'

I didn't have to wait long for him to message me back.

'Oh, my God. You would… Wouldn't you?! That's just EVIL… I can't decide if I should be afraid or turned on… I'm gonna go with both...

-S'

I snorted.

'It's up to you. ;P How'd your dad take the food?

-B'

'OMG, he freaked. He actually pulled out his gun and threatened to shoot me, if I didn't hand over my pie. Haha. Freaking noob. He got extra croutons and I kept my pie. I'm VICTORIOUS.

-S'

'I'm glad you made it out okay. It would have been funny if he shot you, though… Just a little…

-B'

'I'll remember that.

-S'

'Maybe we can get pie together… soon? Just a thought.

-B'

'You AND pie?! Yes!... I mean… Yeah… That's cool… Pffttt… Not a big deal… At all…

-S'

'Nice save.

-B'

'I have mad game.

-S'

'Whatever helps you sleep.

-B'

'What if you'd help me sleep?

-S'

'Let's just see how pie goes, first.

-B'

'That wasn't a 'no.'

-S'

'Did you want it to be a 'no?'

-B'

'No.

-S'

'Then don't complain. :P

-B'

'I wasn't! How are you, Beautiful?

-S'

'I'm okay, just getting ready to go see Erica. How are you?

-B'

'Good luck! Lol. Jk. Kinda. I'm good, just kicking Scott's ass at Call of Duty.

-S'

True to my word, I showed up at Derek's loft right on time. Erica answered the door, beaming.

"I knew you'd make it." She told me, clapping her hands together. I shrugged, meekly.

"I didn't want to be kidnapped." I told her, truthfully.

"I think you'd like it. Trust me." She winked. I laughed.

"I don't know you well enough."

"Not yet, but you will." She assured me.

"Boyd, you owe me five bucks. I told you she'd come." Isaac cheered, as he came into view. Boyd grimaced, but forked over the money.

"You bet on me?" I asked them. Isaac just shrugged.

"I knew you'd be here. I had faith in you." Isaac told me.

"I was kinda hoping we'd have to kidnap you. It'd be more fun that way." Erica admitted.

"Is it just us?" I asked them. Erica nodded.

"I told Derek that we needed some time to get to know you better. You know – get a feel for you and all that. You have Stiles and Lydia sold. Peter likes you, but really, that doesn't mean anything. Derek seems to approve, but we still wanna be sure." She explained.

"Then let's get the movie night started."

"I can't believe you knew every word of that movie. How many times have you seen it, Isaac?" I asked my newest blond friend.

"Thirty-seven times… It's one of Erica's favorite movies! Who doesn't like Pitch Perfect?!" Isaac tried to defend himself. I snickered next to him. Erica was cackling next to me. Isaac spent the majority of the movie cuddled against my side and Erica was using my bottom half as a foot rest.

The need for physical closeness is something that I'm still getting used to. It must be a werewolf thing.

"Bonnie, please, pick something with explosions or an apocalypse or lots of dying. I cannot take another chick flick." Boyd begged me. I laughed.

"Why don't you pick?" I asked him. He shot Erica a sideways glance.

"It's your turn." He sighed, resolutely.

"Captain America 2?" I offered. His face split into a grin.

"Hell yeah," he agreed.

"It's never a bad time for Chris Evans." Erica chimed in.

"Superheroes," is all Isaac said, but I took it as a yes.

Three movies later and we were starting to wind down. We made a make-shift pallet on the floor with all of the extra pillows and blankets in the loft. Everyone was lying on top of each other and quietly watching Little Miss Sunshine.

We already burned through Perks of Being a Wallflower, 22 Jump Street, and For a Good Time, Call… It was nice.

So far, I haven't regretted my decision to come to Beacon Hills at all. It's a good change of scenery. The pack has been nothing, if not welcoming. I'm supposed to go see Deaton again soon, to talk more magic. I've been talking to Stiles, nonstop. Everything has proved to be a welcome distraction.

Maybe, just maybe, things'll turn out okay.