Late Night Movies(Stiles x Reader)

The cold air washed over me as I stood shivering underneath the glare of the lone streetlamp. My dance class had been cut short because of some girl getting injured, leaving me stranded in a sketchy part of town. Well, not completely stranded; Scott was on his way apparently. Which basically meant that I would be here for another hour. Since it was so late, the buses had stopped running. I groaned as another gust of wind hit me. Because of my ballet, all I was wearing was a black leotard, pale tights, a pair of workout shorts, and a thin sweater.
My phone went off with a slight ‘ping’ in my pocket. I extracted it and saw that I had received a text from Scott. I unlocked my phone as fast as I could with my freezing fingers and read the message:
‘Out with Derek, not able to get you. Sorry’
I let out a frustrated sigh and ran my hands down my face. A second ‘ping’ went off.
‘Call Stiles[it read], he’s free as usual’
Stomping my feet on the ground to keep my legs warm, I followed Scott’s suggestion and dialed up Stiles’ number. Having just transferred to Beacon Hills at the beginning of that year, I had been paired up with Scott in Chemistry and had helped him pass the first mid-term. He had started inviting me to sit with him and his friends at their lunch table and I quickly joined ranks. It was a complete accident for me finding out about Scott’s werewolf-ness. I had stopped by Stiles’ to drop off homework on a full moon night and seen Scott change. Stiles had jumped in front of me, standing between me and Scott, even though Scott had enough control to not hurt me. Ever since then, I had started to really notice the little things about Stiles, like the way his eyes lit up around certain people and his dimples in his smile... Cliche, I know.
The phone rang twice before he picked up.
“Hello,” his voice greeted, drawing out the vowels.
“Hey, Stiles,” I said, shivering and stuttering on my words.
“(y/n)?” His voice changed to one of concern. “Are you okay? You sound upset.”
I laughed lightly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m just cold.”
“Why are you so cold?”
“I’m outside my dance studio.”
“It’s late - shouldn’t you be home?”
“That’s actually why I called you... Scott’s busy with Derek or someone and I need a ride. Can you get me?”
There was silence on the other end for a moment, then the sound of a car starting up.
“Okay, I’m on my way!” He announced.
“That was a quick response. Were you just waiting for a girl to call for a ride?”
“Well, I try to be a knight in a shining jeep for as many girls as possible, you know,” he said cheekily.
I laughed again. “Okay, mister shining jeep, just hurry up! I’m freezing!”
I was now doing full jumps to keep my body warm.
“I’ll be there soon, I promise,” Stiles said sincerely. My heart fluttered.
“See you soon,” I said and then hung up.
Little puffs of white air appeared every time I exhaled and breathing in was like swallowing ice cold water. The wind was like icicles hitting my exposed face. I willed Stiles to hurry up.
My prayers were soon answered as I heard the familiar rumble of his jeep echoing down the empty street. He pulled to a stop right in front of me and leaned over to swing open the passenger side door for me.
“Hey,” he said with a smile.
“Oh, thank God you’re here,” I replied. “Another minute out there and I would have been frozen!”
He laughed as I lifted my oversized dance bag off of the ground beside me and put it on the floor where my feet would go. As soon as I was in and buckled, Stiles started the car and began to drive.
“So how was your class?” He asked.
“Ugh, hard,” I groaned, throwing my head back against the headrest tiredly.
Stiles shot me a little smile and we lapsed into a comfortable silence. My body had begun to warm up, thanks to the heating, but my hands were still cold. I lifted my tired arms up to place my fingers by the heaters. I gave a sigh of contentment as I regained feeling in them. Stiles gave me an questioning look at my sigh.
“My fingers are ridiculously cold,” I explained. He nodded his head and reached over with one hand to touch mine. His hands were soft and warm.
“Holy crap! You’re freezing!” He exclaimed.
“Well, no shit, Sherlock,” I said, exasperated.
“How long were you out there?”
“Um,” I pulled out my phone to check the time. “About half an hour.”
We pulled up to a red light and Stiles turned to me. “You mean to tell me that you were standing outside in only that,” he said, pointing to my outfit, “for half an hour? You realize it’s November, right?”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly my choice,” I said annoyed. “Scott was supposed to pick me up and then he bailed.”
Stiles shook his head and muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “I’ll be having some words with him.” I turned my head to the window to hide my growing blush.
The light changed to green and Stiles started to drive again. Silence filled the car, this time more awkward.
“So why don’t you have any plans for a Friday night?” I asked, trying to start a conversation.
“You see, (y/n), I’d like to think that I’m just waiting for the perfect girl to come by that I can ask out to a midnight movie on a Friday night, so I try to always keep that night open.”
“Basically all your friends are werewolves that have werewolf gatherings on Fridays?” I ventured with a smirk.
“Yeah,” Stiles said, shoulders deflating.
Conversation lulled again and it wasn’t long until we were pulling up in front of my house.
“Well, this is me,” I said awkwardly, undoing my seatbelt and putting a hand on the doorknob. “Thanks for the ride.”
Stiles nodded his head and gave me a small wave. Slightly disappointed, I got out of the jeep and turned to walk up my steps.
“Wait, (y/n),” Stiles called. I allowed a little smile to cross my features as I twisted back to him.
He was standing beside his open door, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “So there’s this movie that starts in exactly twenty-three minutes if you want to come with me. You don’t have to, of course, but it’s Friday night, you should get out. Actually, dumb idea, never mind, you probably have better things to do-”
I cut his rambling off with a light laugh and pulled out my phone, dialing my home.
“Mum, hi,” I said with a grin to Stiles. “I’m going out to a movie tonight.”