Dylan O'Brien Smut Fluff And Buildups

Confidence -Stiles (For me)

Stiles POV:
There was a new girl at our school, Shannon she had everything planned out. I don't have the courage to ask her out but on this one special day I was swimming in pure confidence. She was at her locker talking with her friends I looked and took a deep breath before I strolled over. "Hey Shan." I say mumbling slightly. The brightest smile is plastered on her face.
Shannon's POV:
I smiled at the fact Stiles actually wannted to talk to me. "Oh hey Stiles." I say the smile still plastered on my face. "So I've been meaning to ask you something ever since school began," he stopped and took a deep breath. "Well I can tell it's important because you would of usually of ran away at this point." I laugh slightly making him play with his sleeves. "Look Stiles before you say anything you don't need to be nervous around me I'm just another girl for you to talk to." I say trying to boost his confidence. "But that's the problem Shan to me your not just a girl, your special you actually mean something to me, not like the other girls they are my friends and so are you but the thing is your the only friend I want to be more with." Stiles finnished his sentance. "And the shorter version?" I laugh a little. "Shannon Hawkins will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?" Stiles finally asks tugging at his own sleeves. "Stiles, of course I will." I finally reply and before I know it his lips are on mine not breaking the kiss for a moment until the bell rang. "Shit we are going to be late for class!" I shouted. He rolled his eyes and said. "Or we can just go down to the field and bunk off for 1 class I mean come on its only art!" He says and I nod as we go hand in hand to the field. Stiles picks up a football and drops it on the floor. "Want me to show you the basics?" He asks and I shake my head. Little did Stiles know I played football alot. "Okay see how many balls you can get past me if you can." He chuckled. He got in the goal and I shoot getting all 10 balls in Stiles falls to the ground exhausted. "How in the hell did you get so good?" He asks out of breath. "I use to play it with my brother before he." I stop talking and just shake my head. "It doesn't matter." Stiles has a concerned look on his face and puts his lips on mine. "Its okay." He says and we continue to play football.
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