Dylan O'Brien Imagines

You Hate Me?// Stiles

You were waiting for Stiles to wake up, pacing outside his room, trying to decide whether or not to enter or not. 

The two of you have been fighting and you didn't know if you wanted to make up with him or not. You loved him to death but you couldn't seem to get over a simple thing like a fight. Especially when he keeps calling and texting and you never have the decency to answer or text back. 

Melissa opened the door for you and let you in. She closed the door behind you, you turning around to meet the brown eyes of Stiles.

"Hi, I uh, I wanted to make sure you were alright." You blurted, intertwining your fingers behind your back.

"Oh, well uh, I was just about to come see you, I wanted to make sure that you were all right." He says, looking at you with a small smile on his face.

"Well uh thanks," you smiled softly at him. "Well, I guess I should go, I didn't mean to bother you."

"You don't have to." He says as I turn around and pull the locked door. It was locked.

"It's locked."

"Why would she lock the door?" Stiles comes over, trying to open the door, which failed to budge because it's locked. "Uh hey, Melissa? Melissa."

"Why would she lock the door?" You repeated Stiles' question.

"Maybe she didn't mean too." Stiles said, walking back over to his previous spot.

"You don't just accidentally lock a door." You sassed, getting a bit ticked of the situation. 

"Okay, well, maybe she wasn't thinking, exactly or wasn't thinking it through," Stiles started, and you had the feeling that he wasn't talking about Melissa anymore. "You know, people sometimes do things without thinking them through."

"Then she's stupid." You snapped, taking a step forward.

"No, even smart people can do stupid things. You know, 'cause they think that it's the right thing and I don't think we should hold it against her, you know, for the rest of her life!" Stiles yelled. "Especially because she's tried apologizing hundred of times through texts and voice mails."

"Is she gonna keep begging?" You ask, taking another step forward.

"She might." Stiles takes another step forward.

"I don't have much practice in things like forgiveness," You pout, stepping forward. "Thing I know how to do, but other things are like-"

"Like math?"

"I hate math." You shake your head, almost face to face with him.

"You hate me?"

"I like you, Stiles. I like you a lot."

 "I can work with that."

You grab his face and pull his lips onto yours, feeling his smile against your lips. You feel his arms slide down your torso, gripping the small on your back. You deepen the kiss, granting his tongue access.

The door opened with a creak, Stiles arms still wrapped around you.

You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder.

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