I've got it bad [Teen wolf: Stiles Stilinski]

Coldstone

Disclaimer: I do not own teen wolf. I only own Brooke.

But I wish I owned dylan weyhey

Chapter 2  

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*STILES POV*

I was on my way back home when I saw Scott riding his bike toward Deaton's office, where he works.

"Hey Scott, hop in," I yell hanging my head out of the window, pulling over.

"What about my bike?" He said questioningly.

I shrugged, "Throw it in the back, or something?"

He nodded walking towards to passenger side of the jeep, I helped him put his bike in the back, by grabbing the handles. He could do all of the heavy lifting. We shoved the rest into the back, and I reluctantly started the car back up.

"So, what're you doing today?" He asked me.

"Oh you know, dad woke me up thinking it was tomorrow. So I went to school and no one was there, so here I am. And.. there you are laughing at me," I replied, giving Scott a slight glare.

"I'm sorry, why the hell did your dad think it was Monday?" He asked still stifling some giggles.

"Cause, he doesn't know what day it is, or something.." I looked at him, "stop laughing, what the hell Scott, nothing is funny."

He stops laughing immediately, and flips his curly hair. "Sorry, dude what's up with you? Are you feeling okay, or.." His face expression changing into empathy.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess I'm okay. Actually I'm perfect, everything is just y'know unicorns and rainbows," I say slowly easing in on the sarcasm.

He gives me an uneasy look, "Stiles," he glared at me, lightly, "You know Brooke isn't everythi-"

"But she is, Scott, that's what you don't understand I've been in love with this girl since third freaking grade. This girl who I'm never going to have a chance with, who is never going to realize how much she means to me, she probably doesn't even know we've had every class together since fourth grade! And you know what?" I yelled, making a sharp left. Scott's brown eyes looked sad, almost overwhelmed, as his forearm hit the side of my car.  

"I can never have her. I never will. She dates guys like Jackson, like Danny if he were straight! She is too high standard for me, I'm just a nerd living in the hell hole, that I'll obviously never get out of," I sigh, slowing down to a stop in front of the vet.

"Get out Stiles," Scott said softly, but with annoyance.

"What no, this is your job, not mi-" he walked around to my side, opened the door, and unbuckled me. I slid out of the seat, "What do you want Scott," I sighed.

He pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms underneath my armpits, and I slipped mine over his shoulders.

I'm not going to lie to you, I am on the verge of tears, but whenever McCall does this it just makes me feel a little better.

I sniffled when letting go of him, "Now get your shit out of my car."

We both chuckled and he smiled, "No, man, keep my bike in there. I'll get it later, pick me up after work?"

I nodded, with a smirk and hopped back into the jeep.

"Love you, Stiles!" Scott yelled turning back around before he went inside.

"Love you too!" I stuck my hand out of the window and waved goodbye.

And all that's left now is a road, a jeep, and school tomorrow.

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"Hey dad, um, just calling to let you know its Sunday not Monday. Try looking at the calendar with your glasses on next time, yeah? Okay well, I'll see you soon, bye." I laughed a little then hung up on his voicemail.

When I get to the vet Scott's already waiting, "Hey Scott," I rub the back of my neck before heading to his house.

"Yeah, um change of plans?" He smirked, and I smiled.

"Okay where to then?"

"Let's say coldstone?"

I put the car in gear, and headed towards the center of town.

"So, you hyped on Aderall now, feel better?" Scott asked, even though he obviously knew.

"Oh yeah," I said fist bumping myself and making the explosion sounds, which made him laugh. "By the way sorry about earlier, I just, I don't know."

"It's all good, bro, don't even worry about it," he grinned slightly, yet you can still see his uneven jawline.

I parked, we hopped out, and walking in, I saw the most beautiful girl in the world.

Brooke turned around showing her blonde hair in perfect waves, and her emerald eyes, shimmering with that eye stuff girls use.

"Oh, fuck," I mutter to myself, and scratch the back of my neck. "Hey Scott," I whispered, "you think they have any beers?"

We both laughed, he went to order, and I started to walk over to the register, but my feet got stuck in place, as well as my eyes.