In all honesty, you wouldn't have left the house if it weren't for Scott. You were completely sick of watching Stiles flirt incessantly with Malia Tate. The fact that she was someone you now considered a close friend and that she was seemingly oblivious to his pathetic attempts at being 'seductive,' made everything even worse, if that was even possible. Malia didn't even notice that he clearly liked her, didn't even care, meanwhile you were completely in the love with the guy and would actually kill to have him feel the same way about you.
But, back to the problem at hand; your impending doom thanks to someone who claimed to be your best friend, Scott McCall. Him and Kira had managed to find some obscure karaoke place that had recently opened up (why anyone would voluntarily move to Beacon Hills was beyond you), and they had wasted no time in dragging everyone in the pack to the place for a fun, hopefully drama-free night. Originally, you hadn't wanted to come; in fact, you were still in your sweatpants when a beaming Scott rang your doorbell, forced you to go upstairs and get dressed, and then proceeded to shove you into Lydia's waiting car.
You did not want to put up with another night of Stiles' seemingly endless and absolutely ridiculous flirtatious comments, but what else could you do but slump in your seat and pretend like it didn't bother you?
Which was exactly what you did for almost the entire night, until the karaoke portion of the night came into play. You were finally enjoying yourself, bent on ignoring Stiles and Malia and focusing all your attention on the pack members who had bravely decided to go up and sing. As the announcer rattled off the list of songs available to sing, one song caught both yours and Scott's attention.
He grinned at you from across the table, even when you frantically shook your head no and gave him your best death stare. Loudly, he announced to the table, "Y/N, you have a great voice, I think you should take this one." You forced a smile on your face, and only Scott and Stiles could see the, 'I'm going to break both your arms later for this,' look that was so brilliantly masked in your eyes. Stiles looked back and forth between you both, briefly wondering when you and Scott had gotten so close as to start sharing inside jokes.
That was the thing that you and Stiles did, he thought, a slight frown growing on his face as he watched you stand up and grab Scott's wrist.
"Fine, but you're singing with me," you said quickly, dragging Scott up to the front of the room. Stiles' brow furrowed, his arms crossed over his chest and his brown eyes narrowed at the both of you. Malia leaned forward, tapping him lightly on his shoulder. His expression was unreadable as he turned to her.
"What's wrong with you? You smell weird," she contemplated this for a moment, her nose crinkling upward. "Jealous. You smell jealous. Is it because of Y/N and Scott?" She was genuinely curious, but Stiles did not want Scott overhearing her, for the sake of his dignity. He shrugged her off, looking uncomfortable as he cast his irritated gaze back to the front of the room, where you were talking in a hushed voice to Scott.
"You did this to me on purpose, so-called-bestie," you whispered angrily, adjusting the microphone so that it was your height, though you leaned away from it while talking to an overly cheerful Scott. "And stop being so bubbly, this is not a laughing matter, Mr McCall. You - you know -"
"That this is the song you basically dedicated to Stiles? Yeah, I know," he whispered back, rubbing your shoulder softly. "You should tell him that you love him, Y/N. Maybe this'll give you some courage, hm?" He gave you that look, the one where he makes his eyes really big and innocent and juts out his bottom lip, and you cave. Biting your lip, you face the audience and you face Stiles, and you shut your eyes, pretending that he isn't listening as Lucky by Jason Mraz begins to play and Scott starts his purposely-awful-singing.
It wasn't so bad, being up there and singing with him. You loved the song, you were at ease singing it after awhile. But during that last verse, you had only reached the line, "Lucky I'm in love with my best friend," when Stiles abruptly stood up, hurriedly departing the building. Your voice cut off as you watched him go, and Scott gestured for you to go after him. With an apologetic smile, you thrust the microphone into Scott's hand and darted out the door after Stiles.
He was fast when he wanted to be, despite not being able to run a lap during lacrosse practice. He was almost at the jeep when he heard you shouting after him. "Stiles!" You shouted as he began to pick up his pace, not bothering to look over his shoulder at you. Ouch. "Stiles! Stilinski! Oh my god, Stiles Stilinski, don't you dare move!"
He finally slowed, huffing loudly and turning toward you. His jaw was set, his fists clenched at his sides and his brown eyes, the ones that usually shone so brightly with enthusiasm were just angry. "What? What do you want know? Come to rub it in that my best friend got the girl, again? That you prefer him over me? I get it, Y/N, no need to repeat yourself." His voice was low and bitter, and he kept running his hand through his hair in annoyance.
You froze, your eyes wide and your mouth twisting into a frown. "Wh-what the hell are you talking about?"
He threw his hands in the air, groaning loudly and exasperatedly. "You don't even know what I'm talking about! That's just perfect!" Seeing that you were becoming increasingly confused as he went on, and shouted, "I'm in love with you! And you're not in love with me! You like Scott, just like everyone else, because who the hell doesn't have a crush on Scott McCall! He's my best friend, yeah, but maybe I want to be able to get the pretty girl for once! For shit's sake, Y/N -"
"Stiles -" Ignoring your attempts to interrupt him, he continued on his rant, clearly not done yet.
"I can't be that bad, right? I've been your best friend for years, that should count for something! I know you, I know literally everything about you, and I've been in love with you since Freshman year -"
"Stiles, if you would just shut up for a second -" You reached out your hand to grasp his arm, but he tugged himself out of your grip, rubbing his face.
"No! You know what, I'm so sick of shutting up about this! I've shut up about this for the last four years! I can't take it anymore -"
"If you would stop running your damn mouth for one second you would find out that I'm in love with you, too!" You screamed, louder than all of his shouting, and louder than you had intended. Finally, you thought to yourself. It was about time you admitted it, even if the circumstances were less than desirable.
Stiles was silent for almost five minutes, until he blinked at you twice and coughed out, "Wait, what?"
"I'm in love with you, dumbass!" You ran a hand through your hair, tugging at in frustration. "I knew you were clueless sometimes, but honestly, Stiles! I wasn't exactly subtle about it. You, on the other hand. Constantly flirting with Malia, with Lydia, willingly trying to hand over your freaking virginity to Heather. God, Stiles, do you realize how much that hurt me? And you have the audacity to accuse me of being in love with someone who is basically my brother, gross by the way, meanwhile he's been trying to get me to admit my feelings to you for the past three years!"
You were breathing very hard, frantically wiping at your cheeks to stop the steady flow of tears. You were tugging at your lip so hard that it was bleeding, and all Stiles could do was stare at you in complete and utter shock as you tried to calm yourself down. He swallowed his nerves, closing the distance between you both, taking your face in his hands, tilting your head up so he could look at you completely when he kissed you so furiously it emptied every single thought from your head except his name.
Stiles. Stiles. Stiles.
"I'm sorry," he murmured against your lips, in between each kiss. Your arms were slung around his neck, not even responding as he talked. "I'm sorry I'm such an oblivious asshole, and I'm sorry that I've waited so long to kiss you like this." Your hands entangled in his hair, you pulled away, breathless and flushed and your lips swollen.
"Seriously, Stiles, you could've done kissed me at literally any point in time and I would've been so okay with it. I'm really, really okay with it," you leaned back in, and his hands tightened around your waist.
Before he could stop himself, he said quietly, "I guess I'm the one who got Lucky," he wiggled his eyebrows at you, winking for effect as you rolled your eyes and pushed him away.
"Aaaaaaand I'm leaving you," you joked, shaking your head at him and going to walk back inside the building. He grabbed your arm however, pulling you back into his chest.
You were so close to him, your noses were nearly touching.
"Alright, alright, no more jokes right, just way more kissing," he muttered, almost to himself, a soft smile gracing his face.
"That's a fantastic idea."
