"He thinks I like you." I grab the corner of the bedsheet on his perfectly made bed.
"Go ahead." He nods.
I throw it to the side and plant my body into the memory foam mattress before flinging the blanket back onto me.
He stands at the foot of the bed smiling at me.
"What?" I laughed.
"You gotta go and tell him." His head tilts towards the door.
Me and Ian had been texting most of the week. He didn't have many friends because well he's a werewolf and he's afraid of hurting anyone. So naturally he told me all of his lore and I told him all of mine. We have an understanding. It feels better ranting to him than my therapist because he knows the people in my life and you know he knows about the supernatural.
"I have a migraine." I groan while pulling up the blanket over my face.
"I think, in my absolute opinion to work through your avoidance issues you can do one little step towards what you truly want." He crosses his arms.
"I'm already in bed." My voice muffled through the comforter.
"Knock on his door, say you can't sleep and bat your eyelashes. It's like guaranteed to lead to something." He advises.
"I'm not going to do that."
"What are we working on!" He raises his voice.
"Nope." I shake my head.
"We are working on not self sabotaging is the right answer." His tone shifts and he is definitely serious.
"You gotta talk to Derek tomorrow then." I sit up and let the blanket fall off of my face.
He has been having an issue with being essentially forced to do all these duties for Derek,
"Swear." His pinky went up.
"Promise." I hooked mine with his and tightened my grip.
"Go." He grabs my entire hand and pulls me up.
"This is our year!" He shakes me.
Suddenly I was being pushed into the hallway, the door closed behind. I played with my fingers as I walked towards the door, the light still peaking through the bottom.
I hear a muffled voice and lean in, pressing my ear to the cold door.
"I can't tell anyone, they won't understand." I hear stiles.
Then there's mumbling on his phone that's inaudible.
"Yeah I'll see you there, okay?" His voice gets louder and suddenly I'm stumbling back as the door opened.
He stops at the door way and it felt like I hadn't looked at him in forever. His eyes were irritated and slightly red like he had been crying.
"You couldn't sleep?" He asked, looking around the hallway.
"No i wanted to talk about the stuff you said earlier." He pulls his phone out and then looks back up at me.
"I-I can't right now."
