You woke up in the morning to the sound of cartoons. You stretched your leg out, and kicked someone in the stomach.
"Geez," your brother Stiles said.
"Stiles?" You asked blindly. "What are you doing in my room?"
"Open your eyes, princess," he said sarcastically.
Your eyes adjusted to the light, alerting you that it wasn't your bedroom, it was your living room. You were sprawled out across the couch, and Stiles was sitting at your feet, munching down cereal and staring at the television.
"What happened last night?" You grumbled.
"You fell asleep on the couch."
"Oh," you rolled onto your feet. "I'm taking a shower."
"I don't care," Stiles sighed.
You trudged up the stairs and into your room, grabbing jeans and a sweatshirt before heading into the shower. You walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind you, turning on the faucet. You undressed and climbed into the shower.
Once you felt satisfactorily clean, you stepped out, naked. Unfortunately, the door handle turned at the same time you stepped out, and Scott entered the bathroom.
"Oh my God!" You screamed, throwing a towel in front of your body.
"Oh my God!" Scott echoed back. He slapped his hand over his eyes.
"Oh my God!" You yelled again.
The commotion attracted Stiles. "Oh my God!" Stiles screeched. "Scott, what the hell?"
"I didn't think anyone was in here-" Scott tried desperately to explain, his eyes still covered by his hand.
"Get out," you said angrily. You walked towards the two boys, and shoved them angrily out of the bathroom, quickly putting on your clothes.
"Okay," you opened the door and faced Scott and Stiles. "Let's handle this like adults."
Stiles smacked Scott on the back of the head. "How much did you see?"
"Um," Scott looked at the ceiling. "All of it."
You sighed. Stiles pretended to shoot himself in the head.
"I mean... it-it wasn't that bad of a thing to see," Scott winced.
"Oh, Scotty, stop now," Stiles started banging his head on the wall repeatedly.
"No, I mean there are worst things to see!" Scott tried to defend himself.
Stiles leaned against the wall and fell dramatically to the ground. "Scott," Stiles pretended to cry as he rolled around on the ground.
"I don't want this to be awkward later on!" Scott said. "[Y/N], you have a very nice body."
"Scott, you're making this ten times worse," you put your hand on your forehead. "Let's just forget about it."
Stiles made an exaggerated groan as you walked into your room, locking the door behind you.
You started to put your laundry in the closet, and smiled when you thought of Scott.
"[Y/N], you have a very nice body," you whispered to yourself.
