A/N Holy fuck i'm uploading something!
Btw, its currently 2:57 am as i'm writing this, so please don't judge for all the mistakes xx
As my eyes open and the morning light shines through the crack in the curtains.
I immediately lean over to my bed side table and turn on my phone. I see Stiles' good morning message.
Stiles 💖
Wakey wakey beautiful, time to get your butt up. I'll be waiting with Roscoe outside so I can take you to school. HURRY UP
I smile at the cute text Stiles has sent me. He does this every morning and it's one of the many reasons I fell in love with him.
This is killing me. Why do I have to be so cliché? Loving you best friend, isn't that just amazing? No, it's horrible. Do you know why? Because you have to spend every minute with him and you can't tell him how you feel. Absolutely fucking torture. When all you want to do is kiss the fucking shit out of him, you can't. When all you want to do is tell him how much you love him, you can't. When all you want to do is tell him what he means to you, you can't. When all you want is to tell him how heart breaking it is to see him with other girls, you can't.
That's the worst part, seeing Stiles with other girls. I will openly admit that I am a jealous person, and knowing that Stiles can do whatever he wants with any girl just breaks me.
I hear Stiles jeep stopping at the front of my house I jump out of my bed. I quickly search around my room for clean pants and a clean shirt.
I quickly slip on black denim jeans and a white crop top. I put on a black cardigan and sandals before grabbing my bag and putting my diary in.
I hear Stiles beeping Roscoe and I sprint down the stairs.
"Mum Stiles is hear! Bye!"
I open the door and see Stiles head pocking outside the window yelling. "Hurry your butt up!"
I laugh and very slowly walk down my drive way. I hear Stiles sigh as I make my way into the car.
"Thanks for going as slow has you possibly could." He says sassily with a annoyed look.
"Only for you."
...-...
I slump in my sit and turn to my right to see Stiles' mind wondering. I take this oppertuinty to look at all the features on his face. His jawline, his lips, his nose, his cheeks, his moles, his eyes, his hair... just everything.
I grab my diary and start writing.
Dear Brown Eyes
If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea
I'll sail the world to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see
I'll be the light to guide youIf you're tossin' and you're turnin'
And you just can't fall asleep
I'll sing a song beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Every day I will remind you
You'll always have my shoulder when you cry
I'll never let go, never say goodbyeI sigh as I read over and over again. You might think it's quite pathetic but I can never put Stiles' real name in my diary. What would happen if he found out? So that's why I've given him a nick name, Brown Eyes. Stiles has the most gerous eyes that put me in a trance almost every time I look in them.
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Dylan O'Brien Imagines and Preferences
FanfictionDylan, Stiles, Stuart, Thomas and Dave Imagines and preferences This is all about Dylan and the characters he has played. I'm going through them and editing them (11/oct/2018)