Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Strings// Stiles

You were sitting on Stiles' bed, waiting for him to get back from Scott's. There was some kind of boy emergency and they both left school early.

Stiles was supposed to help you study. To him, it didn't seem so important but this meant the entire world to you, because if you didn't pass exams at the end of the year, you weren't going to become a senior with Stiles.

You sat up on the bed, grabbing your phone and texting Stiles, asking him where the hell he was.

No answer.

You waited for another hour before his brown hair peaked from behind the door.

"Baby, before you get mad, I have a good explanation," he says quickly as you raise your eyebrows. "Scott changed in front of Allison and he was freaking out."

"And it took him four hours to calm down?"

"Yes."

"You know how important passing the exams are for me." You say, sitting up, your legs hanging off the bed.

"I know, I know and I'm sorry." He said, leaning down and pecking your lips quickly.

You sat down on your stomach, opening your textbooks.

"So, what are we studying tonight?" He asks, his shoulder touching yours.

"Math." You sigh.

You pulled your highlights from your book, ready to highlight some more.

"What's up with all the highlighters?" Stiles asks.

"Well uh, green are the things I know, yellow are the things I know I know, and..red are things I don't know," You sigh at the red covering the pages. "There's mostly red."

Stiles looked over at his board of strings, who means the same thing.

He leans over, turning your head to face you, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate and lovingly way.

You wanted to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away, smirking to yourself as he raised his eyebrows.

"Study, first remember?" You smirked, trying to focus on your schoolwork, but the desire to kiss him was too much so you closed your book, getting onto Stiles' lap in the straddling position.

He pressed his lips to yours and the thought of school work quickly passed your thoughts.