Teen Wolf Imagines (requests being taken)

Scott and Stiles

Stiles' POV
Ever since Allison died, Scott has been a bit on edge. He's constantly need having head dream about it, which I guess is understandable. But it's been 3 years since she died. 3 and he's still not over her. I understand that was his first love but seriously, there's no need to dwell in the past. He needs to move on.

I look up at Scott who's sitting across from me at our favorite restaurant. He has bags under his eyes and hasn't smiled the whole time we've been here. Which is weird, I'm Stiles. THE Stiles. The one who makes everyone laugh at least once in their life. So it's upsetting when he won't even look at me in the eyes.

"Dude, we've been sitting here for hours and you haven't even said a word to me." I finally confronted him.

He brings his eyes that were on the table and into my own. He has a sad expression and I feel bad for him, but then remember he needs to get over her. It's for the best. He finally shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts and spoke for the first time we've been here.

"I'm sorry, I've got a lot on mind." He says and brings his eyes back down to the table.

"You need to get over her."

His eyes go wide and he brings them back to me. I swear he might loose his eyes and I'll have to scoop them up, being the good friend I am.

"Over who?" He asks, trying to avoid the topic it seems like.

"Allison." I said.

His eyes went even wider. I didn't think it was possible but I guess it is. He's sitting there in front of me, looking like one of those things that you win out of a gum ball machine that you squeeze and their eyes come out. Then he surprises me. He begins to laugh.

"I don't see why it's funny. You're obviously not over her." I said, slightly annoyed.

"That's not what's wrong with me." He said, calming down.

"Then what is?" I said, face still serious.

His face goes back to being sad and looking somewhat regretful.

"Scott, what did you do?" I asked him suspiciously.

"Kissed...." He said and made sure I didn't hear the last part.

"What was the last part there, buddy?" I asked leaning across the table so I had a better chance of hearing.

"I kissed.... Kissed Lydia." He said and took a big gulp.

I began to laugh. I had to clutch my stomach I was laughing so hard. He looks at me and cocked his head to the side. He doesn't realize that I've been over Lydia for a while now. She and I agreed to be friends. Just friends. His eyes returned all big like once again.

"We agreed to be just friends." I said in between laughs.

He began to laugh nervously and then we both began to laugh extremely hard together. We got many dirty looks but we kept going. Then it became awkward. Lydia walked up to our table. But it was only awkward for her because we began to laugh even harder. How ironic, she was here and we were just talking about her!