Stiles Stilinski Imagines

What's Wrong With Me?

I started writing this when I was 14 and it is nowhere near perfect. If it sounds completely cheesy, it's because it probably is. Anyway, don't judge y'all. It gets better.

We were sitting in Mr. Yukimuras.

"Mr.Stilinski." Stiles' head shot up, along with mine.

"Umm... Can someone else read?" Stiles asked. Ever since Stiles, Scott, and Allison had to sacrifice themselves for their parents, they've each had issues. Stiles can't read.

"Everyone participates in my class."

Stiles stood up and I quickly flashed him a sympathy smile. He tried his best to smile back but it looked more like a grimace.
 
As he made it to the front of the class, stepping in front of the pulpit, his hands quickly gripped the sides. His face contorted, trying his best to read the words.

I noticed his chest began to rise and fall faster than normal. I stood up slowly, making my way towards him.
 
"Stiles? Are you okay?" His head shot up and his eyes met mine. Oh no. Not now.

I walked faster and put my arm around his waist. "I should take him to the nurse." The teacher nodded and stepped aside, letting us through the door. I quickly looked at Scott, his face masked worry but I nodded, letting him know I got this.

Stiles squirmed out of my arms and burst through the bathroom doors, quickly heading to the sink. "This isn't real." He kept muttering to himself.

Stiles. Stiles look at me." He turned his head to me. "This is real." He shook his head, his breathing became quicker. I grabbed his face, forcing him to look into my eyes. "Just focus on your breathing. This is real." I brought my hands up. "See. Ten fingers." He focused on my fingers, counting. His breathing became slower but not slow enough.

"Remember when you had your first panic attack in a while?" He nodded. "Lydia kissed you. Remember kissing the girl of your dreams?" It broke a piece of my heart when I said that. "Just remember that feeling."

All of a sudden, Stiles leaned in and I felt his lips on mine. My eyes still open but quickly shut when I realized what was happening. We broke apart for air and he leaned his forehead against mine.

His breathing is normal. "You did it Stiles."

He smiled. "I finally kissed the girl of my dreams."

I stepped back. A smile still plastered on my face. His smile quickly faded as he sat on the ground, head against the wall. I sat in front of him. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"What's happening to me?" He muttered.

"We'll figure it out. You're going to be okay."

"Am I? Are we? Scott can't transform. Allison's being haunted by her dead aunt. And I'm straight up losing my mind. We can't do this. We can't... We can't help Malia. We can't help anyone." I grabbed his hand with mine to stop his rambling. He looked at me with worry and fear written all over his face.

"We can try. We can always try."

Ugh. It kills me that I don't have a Stiles. Can I have him for Christmas please? Btw it's cheesy and I hate cheesy things but idk... I thought it was cute.
~Hails