Stiles had been helping you in U.S. History lately so you had invited your best friend over, planning to cook him dinner to thank him.
Of course, that idea had seemed like a much better one in your head. Now, here you were, standing in the middle of your kitchen with ingredients and half-made dishes all over your kitchen counters.
"Oh, what happened in here?" You look up at Stiles just in time to see him laughing, his eyes wide as he takes in the complete and utter chaos surrounding you.
"Don't laugh at me!" You pout over at Stiles. "I wanted to do something nice for you since you've been helping me in school so much!" You resist from stomping your foot and making yourself look like a total child.
"Y/N, did you forget that you absolutely cannot cook?" Stiles asks while walking around the kitchen island and dips his finger into the mashed potatoes you had attempted to make. "Oh wow!" Stiles shutters before shaking his head, his eyes even wider now.
"What?" You ask him, your shoulders falling in defeat.
"Way too much salt." Stiles tells you while shaking his hand, letting the remainder of the food fling off his finger.
As Stiles is waving his hand around, a little bit of the potatoes flings forward and lands on your cheek. You gasp at the surprise, your mouth falling open in a weird, wide smile. "Stiles!" You screech at him.
"Sorry, but..." Stiles pulls his hand back and grins over at you. "...You kinda look cute with mashed potatoes on your face, though." He shrugs his shoulders, dipping his fingers into the bowl again.
When Stiles starts lifting his hand towards your face, you cringe away from him, lifting your hands up to try and stop him. "Stiles, don't you dare!" You tell him while jumping around the corner of the counter.
"What if I do?" Stiles challenges you before jumping forward. He easily grabs you, wrapping one arm around your waist as he brings the other hand closer to your face. You turn away at the last second, and Stiles ends up mashing the potatoes into your hair.
You let out a gleeful scream as you turn his Stiles's hold. "You are so on!" You shake your head while grabbing at the closest bowl to you, reaching your hand in, and splatting it in Stiles's face. You can't help but start cracking up when you realize it was the brownie mixture you had been stirring up for dessert. Now, Stiles had chocolate covering his face, dripping of his nose. It was just making one big mess. You lift your hand to try to stifle your laughs.
Stiles opens his eyes, his mouth agape. "You think this is funny?" He points to his chocolate covered face.
"Oh yeah, definitely." You nod your head before running your hand through your hair and pulling it back, your hand covered with mashed potatoes. "Besides, you started it."
"It was your terrible mashed potatoes that started this!" Stiles exclaims back while taking a small step towards you.
You think Stiles is going to grab a towel to wipe the brownie mix off of his face, but when you realize what he's really doing, it's too late. Stiles has his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, and he leans forward, wiping his face all over yours. "Stiles!" You scream out at him, laughing the whole time.
Stiles pulls back with a smile on his face. "Haven't your heard that brownie facials are all the rage now?" He asks playfully.
It doesn't escape either of you that Stiles still has his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding your body against his. You take in a sharp breath of air, realizing how well the two of you fit together. You reach your hand up and pull your hair out of your face, trying to keep as much of it as you can from getting into the chocolate covering your own face. "Stiles..." You breathe out, locking eyes with your best friend as one of your hands gently rests against his arm.
"Yeah?" Stiles slowly asks while leaning down towards you. Your eyes slowly flutter closed as Stiles's head dips down until his lips slowly connect with yours.
The kiss was earth-shattering, but not in the normal way. Instead of being some intense, passionate lip lock, this kiss is sweet and gentle. It's tender, and it's everything you had ever thought it would be.
Truthfully, you had been in love with Stiles for longer than even you had known it. You had been best friends for practically your entire life, and the more you thought about it, the more you were sure that there were pieces of you that had been falling in love with Stiles all along, even as a young child. Those pieces just grew as you grew up.
In all honesty though, you had never imagined that this would happen. Stiles had always felt so deeply for both Lydia and Malia. You weren't even sure that Stiles knew how he felt about either girl anymore. He may not be with either, but that didn't mean that he wasn't still in love with either girl. He had gone through so much with both of them.
When you two pull away, Stiles brings his hand up to cradle your head, his fingers playing with the hair at the very top of your neck. "Chocolate and mashed potatoes make a good combination." He smiles while looking into your eyes.
"Stiles..." You shake your head while pulling away from Stiles and shaking your head. "You can't do that. Not with me." You look down and bite your lip before gathering the courage to look back at him.
"Why not? I wanted, too." He tells you while stepping forward and gently taking a hold of your hip in his hands. He pulls on your body and pulls you back towards him. "Y/N, you have to know how I feel about you."
You look up at Stiles through your eyelashes. "I'm your friend, Stiles." You lick your lips.
Stiles lets out a deep sigh while smiling at you. "I love you, Y/N. I'm in love with you. I always have been."
"That's a lie, Stiles." You shake your head again. "You were in love with Lydia... and then Malia." You shrug your shoulders. You didn't fault Stiles for having loved anyone else. Hell, you loved both of those girls as the best friends that they were to you. And, it wasn't exactly like you had lived like a monk all these years either. You'd had boyfriends, and you'd even loved some of them.
Stiles shrugs his shoulders. "Maybe so, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't always you for me." Stiles leans in and slowly kisses your lips again. "Tell me that doesn't feel right and perfect." Stiles opens his eyes while resting his forehead on yours, the chocolate oozing between you, not that either of you notice it anymore. "If you tell me that you don't feel the same, I'll walk away and leave you alone. I won't ever bring this up again." Stiles takes a deep breath before swallowing, trying to alleviate dryness in his throat. He was nervous. You could see that.
You bite your lip again as you look into Stiles's eyes. "Of course I love you, too." You tell Stiles. "But, I don't want to be a stand-in until Lydia realizes just how amazing you really are."
"I don't want Lydia like that, not anymore." Stiles shakes his head before leaning in and crashing his lips against yours. This is the kiss that's intense and passionate. It's all lips and teeth, your softly biting his bottom lip.
"I make good brownies." You smirk when you and Stiles pull away.
Stiles leans forward, while wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and holding your body flesh against his, and kisses your cheek sweetly. "I like them." He whispers into your ear sweetly.
