✨Stiles Stilinski Imagines✨ ON HOLD/REWRITING ♥️

"Stiles, look up."

*Stiles' POV*

Already a year that she left. Damn. Why can't she be with me?  I don't understand... Why did her family move to Australia? We should be together... I miss her so much. So, so much. I know that we often text each other, but it's not the same thing. It's not enough. I need her to be with me in person. I want to give her a hug again. I want to feel her lips again... But it feels like it's never going to happen.

Back to school. God, I hate school since she left. I have all my bestfriends here, but she is my favorite person in the freaking world. I need her.

I open my locker and start placing all of my books in it. Scott appears beside me.

"Hey, bro! How are you?" He says, excited.

"I'm absolutely fine, especially since it's been a year since she left without saying goodbye. How about you?" I say in my typical sarcastic tone.

"Stiles.."

"What? You're gonna tell me that you know how I feel?! YOU DON'T, SCOTT!" I slam my locker door. Everybody is looking at us, but I don't care. I walk away from my best friend, but he catches up.

"Stiles, listen. I know that it's not easy for you and I know that I can't understand, but please, I don't like to see you like that..." I keep walking.

"Just... *sigh* Just leave me alone, please. I don't feel like talking to anyone right now." I say, calmer.

Scott nodds and leaves to join the pack in the cafeteria. I go outside to breathe some fresh air.

***

*Scott's POV*

I feel so bad for him. I know how tough it was for him when he got the news... I was there when Lydia told him.

{Throwback}

We were at Stiles', talking about our first day of school. We'd seen the pack again, which was really cool, but someone was missing.
Y/N.

Stiles tried all day to call her and text her, but she wasn't answering. He was super stressed out, because he thought something had happened to her. We were laughing about something funny that had happened during lunch time. Then, somebody, out of nowhere, started knocking on the front door like crazy. I got up to go open the door, but Stiles told me he'd go.

Stiles opened the door and saw Lydia. She seemed panicked.

"Lydia! What are you doing here?" He asked.

"It's Y/N..." She said and looked at the floor.

Stiles and I's eyes went wide.

"What? Is there something wrong? Is she hurt, what happened??" My bestfriend asked, stressing out.

"She just got on a plane to Australia..." She answered, looking back up into Stiles' whiskey eyes.

"What?" He said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, behind Stiles.

"She's moving there..." She said in a weak voice.

"What are you saying?" Stiles replied as I heard his voice breaking.