Stiles Stilinski X Reader Imagines and Short Stories

Part Four.

It was 7 o'clock in the evening and you haven't spoken to Stiles all day. You were in your room, music blasting from the speakers connected to your phone, singing as you did your homework when you heard a knock and toned the music down.
"Yeah, mom?" You called out, then heard another knock, "What, mom?" You called again. And yet, another knock, you sighed and got up to open the door, "Mom, what?" And then looked up to see...
"Sorry, not your mom. But, I--",
"I'm kinda busy", I interrupted,
"Even for (Favorite Snack)?", he gave a sleek smirk, holding it up, he knew you quite well. You sighed with a smile and let him in, he happily walked in. You two sat on your bed and ate you favorite snack.
"What's with all of this?", you asked him,
"I just wanted to say..I'm Sorry",
"Stiles Stilinski says he's sorry? Wow, that's kind of a first for me", you smirked at him,
"Yeah, well. You're an exception." He gave a soft smirk back,
"How am I an exception?",
"You're the only exception",
"I hope you're not gonna sing it," you chuckled,
"Is that a request?" He smirked with an eyebrow raised,
"No. No. Not a request! Not a request! No!",
"YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION! YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION!" He began singing, you covered your ears, laughing,
"You can stop now, Stiles!", you yelled,
"YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION!", he just kept singing,
"Stiles! STILES!", no matter how loud you shouted, he wouldn't stop then you tackled him,
"YOU ARE--AGH!", you both fell to the floor, laughing and giggling.
"Okay, I'll stop." He laid against the floor with you on top, he smiled with a soft gaze towards you,
"Thank you", you giggled and smiled back then realized where you were. You stared into his eyes, and he stared into yours.
"You're really pretty", he complimented,
"Shut up." You blushed and sat up.
"So, uhh.." He rubbed the back of his neck as he sat up himself, you looked at him waiting for him to finish his sentence, "Scott, told me that you liked me?" He asked,
"What? He told you?" You covered your face and fell back, blushing,
"Do you?", he went onto you, looking straight at you. You kept your face covered and nodded, with a darker blush covering your entire face. He slowly removed your hands and held them in his own,
"How could a pretty girl like you, like me?", he asked,
"You're Stiles.",
"You like me 'cause I'm Stiles? Makes a lot of sense", he smirked,
"N-no, what I mean is y-you're funny in a sarcastic way, you're tall, can play la crosse, you're smart, clever, sensitive,--", with every word you said, he moved in closer to your face,
"Y-you're also a great friend," your stuttering kept getting worse as he moved closer,
"You're--",
"I heard enough," he smiled and landed a kiss onto your lips. His eyes closed, yours began to close themselves, your hands wrapped around his neck as he was laid on top of you. He held your waist, then rolled over, bringing you onto him and all without breaking the kiss.
"You're a great kisser."

"Shut up."