Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Me?// Stiles

While all of your friends were applying to colleges, you and Stiles were the only ones who refused to.

You, well you had a good reason. You didn't want to go to college because you just wanted go to California and take your life from there.

Stiles, on the other hand, won't tell you why he doesn't want to go to college. Won't even tell Scott.

So one day, you were sitting on his desk, looking out the window. He was sitting in the chair with his laptop in his lap.

"Stiles, can I ask you a question?" You asked, looking at the brown eyed boy.

"Sure." He smiled, looking at you.

"Why aren't you going to college?"

"Oh uh," he pauses. "No good reason, just wanna take life day by day."

You knew he was lying.

"C'mon Stiles, I'm not an idiot."

"It's really nothing."

"Then tell me."

"Reall-"

"Tell me!" you grinned at the boy. "Tell me. Tell me. Tell mee!"

"Because of someone." He yelled.

"Who?" you asked. "Your dad? Because-"

"You."

You were stunned by his answer.

"Me?" You asked.

"Yes you! I don't want to leave you. I want to go to California with you and I want to eat lunch in Central Park, I want to come home to you in a beautiful apartment. I want you."

He stood up, coming over to you. He stood between your legs, setting his hands on your hips.

You two were best friends for the longest times. Since, like forever.

But when he leaned down and kissed you, his soft lips pressing against yours. It felt so natural, like it happened everyday.

You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I love you so much." He said, smiling against your lips.

"I love you too, Stiles. I really want to move with you to California."

"I'd like that." He said before pressing his lips back against yours.