I've got it bad [Teen wolf: Stiles Stilinski]

Lemonade and the Notebook

Disclaimer: I do not own teen wolf. I only own Brooke.

Chapter 4

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*STILES POV*

Okay, Stiles, no nervous sweating, no jitteriness, and definitely, definitely no sexual looks or anything like that. I thought to myself, mentally patting myself on the back for what an amazing pep talk that was.

"So, loverboy," Scott looked at me playfully, I glared at him in return, "you ready for this?"

I scoffed, turning back to the road, we decided to walk because we could talk about whatever before we went; Scott's idea not mine. "Ready as I'll ever be," I smiled at the ground then looked back up feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

"Oh, c'mon Stiles, just don't wig out okay? That's all I'm asking of you," He put on his best puppy dog face, which was so hard to say no to. I nodded my head in return of his begging, and before I knew it Brooke emerged from her front door, looking hot as hell might I add, greeting us, and telling us to come inside.

She stepped to the left and opened the front door a little wider, Scott waltzed right in, and I shuffled in behind him.

"Hi!" Lydia forced a smile, as she perked her head up from her geology book. I've never understood that girl, she was the smartest teenager to ever exist in the history of Beacon Hills High School, but she was also the most popular, and I don't think that's ever happened before. But she's also really beautiful, and she's got the best lacrosse player for a boyfriend; to be honest she deserves it. She deserves everything, her parents having gone through a divorce, and her having to choose who to be with. It's sad really, I mean I love and miss my mom so much, I don't know if I could be that strong if my parents had got divorced, before she.. uh, nevermind.

"Hi Lydia, what're you reading?" Scott walked over to her, and laid his brown eyes on the words, moving them left to right. Lydia motioned for Scott to follow her to another room.

"Geology, it's actually really fascinating, but, it's also really confusing," She talked as she glided her way across the oak floor, Scott nodded a few times.

I glanced around Brooke's house.

It was the same layout as mine, but obviously different furniture, and different family pictures.

"Stiles," Brooke's angelic voice called to me from the kitchen, as I glanced up I noticed she was holding a glass of lemonade.

"Ah, thanks," I said sliding the glass out of her warm hand. Our hands touched for a split second and she pulled away so quickly the cool liquid fell all over the oak hardwood floor. Breaking the glass along with it, the ice cubes scattered everywhere, and the drink swam all over the floor.

"I-I'm so sorry, oh my god, oh my god, I just," I stuttered repeatedly and just made a fool of myself, nice going Stiles.

"Stiles, calm down, it's okay!" Brooke reassured me giggling in between. She pulled my hand with her, and dragged me to the kitchen. "It's no big deal I do it all the time."

"Oh, okay," I chuckled nervously, grabbing some paper towels I skidded back to the living room, and began drying everything up.

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*SCOTT POV*

A shattering sound broke through the air, Lydia looked up from her book her green emerald eyes looking around nervously; "Wonder what happened over there.." Lydia started; I nodded, and shifted myself on the arm of the loveseat. "Oh," she scooted over bringing her book with her and patted the seat beside her.

I sat down beside her, her knees touching mine every so often, "So, why do you read about geology and things like, uh, that?" I stuttered, but regaining my composure smoothly.

She looked up again and scanned my eyes back and forth, her mouth opening slightly, "I figured why read Fifty Shades of Grey when you could read about geology and just do the things written in books."

I chuckled, and let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in, "So you've read Fifty Shades of Grey then?"

She smiled her dimple showing slightly, and giggled realizing what she'd admitted, "Uh no." She snorted, both of us trying to hold in fits of laughter.

"Want to watch a movie?" She asked once we ended our laughing session.

"Sure, what movies are there?" I glanced at her, and for the first time I noticed her hair isn't orange or red it's like a strawberry-blonde color, that just makes all of the features in her face brighter. I look at her green eyes again and wonder what she thinks about when she's alone, is she one of those girls; Oh! Let's go shopping and have some yogurt for breakfast, I'll call my boyfriend for a quickie before his lacrosse practice so he's always juiced up, maybe I'll eat a salad later!

Or maybe she's a; I guess I'll watch a movie to fall asleep tonight, or maybe I can call Brooke so we could go and get some ice cream together. That sounds nice, I'll call Jackson before I go to sleep tonight just to make sure he's doing good.

Second one sounds better, and for once I think I know who the real Lydia is, the one who hides behind her grades and her outfits and her hair, she's the kind of person who's sentimental, but will be the strongest before you know it. And she's probably really sweet deep down because she really wants to be nice, but that bitchy layer just gets— "Hello? Earth to Scott?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just, uh nevermind," She's holding up two movies, The Notebook and Die Hard; yeah that's a difficult choice, obviously Die Hard. "Whatever you want to watch is fine," I smile looking in her direction again.

"Okay," she gets up from the cushion and opens up the DVD player, she slides in the movie I supposed she would. She sits back down and presses the play button on the remote.

I slide my arm over the couch, no, I'm not trying to hit on her, and it's just more comfortable; right?

"You've seen this before, right?" She asks me casually scooting closer to my side, so it seems as if I put my arm around her purposely.

I shake my head, "No, never," I look down at her, and she looks back at the TV, she must be a lot shorter than I am; and if she leaned up slightly our lips could be centimeters apart from connect— wait what the hell am I thinking? She's dating Jackson, obviously star lacrosse player, unlike me. I could never, be that talented he's really great.

If only something could happen that'd make her want someone like me who isn't that great, or maybe I could just practice harder, get more sleep, eat better, work out more, yeah I could do that.

Whatever.

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*STILES POV*

"So, what do you want to do? I mean, it's only three," Brooke looked up at me and took a sip of her fresh lemonade.

"Want to walk to the park or something like that?" I smiled at her, no, not a toothy grin just a slight smile.

"Sure," She smiled at me, and set down her glass on the countertop heading towards the door.

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author; hi guys! so, I know its been long since I've updated but I hope you like the update it's the longest chapter I've written so far!

Most of it is procrastination, because I had to do 15 missing assignments tonight, so I decided to write instead, but anyway

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