Teen Wolf Stiles Stilinski x reader

The Sleepover

Friday

Three weeks had passed and you could say that Brook and Allison become friends pretty quickly.  They would often go for lunch together, or to the mall, or just sit and chat in Allison's room. Allison was amazed at how much they had in common; not only were they both into the same music and movies but also their views on life were very similar. They had so much to talk about, and it seemed like time just flew by whenever they were together. 

Brooklyn awoke to find breakfast already waiting for her, while the others were already awake and preparing the table. 

Seeing her mom so happy is something Brooklyn hasn't experienced in a long time. Knowing Rafe and her mom would probably be able to work things out, she knows they would eventually get married. He is a pretty exceptional guy and she is fond of him, as for Scott, she only talks to him when she absolutely needed to.

After she ate, got dressed, and packed her bag and before she left in the car, she turns to her mom, remembering she has something to tell her.

"Hey mom, you wanted to talk?"

"Yes hon, I wanted to ask if you are bothered. With the lads here and all."

"Oh yeah, I mean things around here are definitely louder than before but they seem to make you happy."

"That's good to hear because well, Rafe asked me if he wanted to get back together."

"That's amazing, if that's what will make you satisfied, then go for it!"

She hugged her mom goodbye and grabbed her cell phone from the counter before closing the door.

Stiles' POV

"Scotty! Wait up,"

"What's up bro?"

"Hey... I miss Brooklyn, we kinda had a fight and she's ignoring me. But I would never ditch her, not for anyone."

"Is that what she thinks? I feel kinda bad, I don't want to get in the way of anything but I know that you were just spending time with me because of the game. I also just wanted to get to know you, you can go work things out with her now." 

"I want to make it up to her, I know she loves sleepovers. So I  should  probably spend the night at her place."

"Good idea! Oh, we're late, see you at the game later."

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My disappointment was not surprising when we lost the game.

I recognised Brooklyn on the bleachers and jogged up to her, her mom was beside her chatting with Scott's dad.

When I sat next to her, she looked at me glaringly,

"What do you want?"

"Just hear me out, I know I've been a jerk lately, but I wanted to ask if you wanna hang out?"

"Sorry I can't, I have way too much homework to catch up on."

"Oh that's a shame, I was thinking that I could crash at your place like old times."

"A sleepover?!"

When I saw her smiling, I knew that she would not reject my offer. She enjoys it when we pass out on the ground after consuming too much junk.

"I'll do your homework for ya!"

We sat in front of the TV and I was greeted by Scott's dad. We ate pizza and chips while we watched a couple of films. We ate four boxes of pizza and I was stuffed and parched. "Scott, can you pass me the drink?" Scott's dad asks me what I want to drink and I ask for a Coke. After the film ended, he and his wife head upstairs to sleep.

"Hey Stiles, I tend to sleepwalk sometimes so if I walk around could you just lead me back, but whatever you do not wake me up, ok?" Scott asks.

"Sure."

"Thanks, bud."

 It's getting late, so I ask Brooklyn how she feels about getting up, but she doesn't answer. Her head is resting on my shoulder and I notice she fell asleep, I feel compelled to take her to bed, but then she would wake up. In this case, I place her down with a blanket on top of her. As well as Scott was out cold on the other couch.

 As I lay on the ground, I place pillows underneath and I try to relax, but I can't seem to because it is so uncomfortable. As the night wears on, I decide to go upstairs and sleep in Scott's room. He had never been one to be particularly tidy, and I knew his room was usually cluttered, but this was an entirely different level. There were clothes strewn about the room, on the floor, over the chair, and even on the bed. It was so cluttered that I couldn't even see the top of his desk. His bed was almost entirely covered in clothes, and several laundry baskets were overflowing with clothes, some of which were spilling out onto the floor. His closet door was open, and it too was filled with a huge pile of clothes. It was clear that laundry had been neglected for far too long.

With that, I start to feel my eyelids get heavier, I was worn out from the game today. The last thing I remember is the sound of the gushing wind outside.

 I awake to see Brooklyn above me, shaking me awake, "Wake up Stiles!"

"It's so early... what's wrong?"

She held her cell phone in her free hand and I could see she was on a call, and then they hung up on her. She looked back at me with a frightened expression as if she had just seen a ghost,

"It's Scott."