Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Why Wouldn't I?

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    Lately, I've been feeling down in the dumps because I'm so stressed about finals. My best friend,Stiles, asks me every hour if I'm okay and I always reply with "I'm fine." It's not really believable, but he seems to believe it.

    When I get a call at nine while I'm in the middle of studying (not really because I'm hecka confused about this math crap), I don't even check the caller ID and answer it.

    "Hello?"
"Hey. How is studying going?" I recognize the voice as Stiles's.

     "Me? Studying?" I laugh but end with a groan. "Not well. I'm so going to fail this final." I get up and start pacing subconsciously.

    "No you're not, y/n. Even if you guessed, you would pass. You're like a psychic or something." He jokes, trying to make me feel better.

   "No. I'm- OW!" I quickly fall onto the floor and lay there, grabbing my foot.

"Are you okay?" Stiles frantically asks.

   I let go of my foot and fully lay on the ground like a starfish. "Yup. Just ran into my bed frame, that's all."

   "Do you want me to come over and kiss it?"

   I laugh. "Whatever you want, Stiles. I got to go. I have to continue studying."
   I hear shuffling on the other side. "Okay. Bye, y/n."

    "Bye, Stiles." I end the call and plop on my bed face down into my pillows.      

   As I begin to drift asleep, I hear a knock on my door and groan loudly. I get up and walk to the door.

    When I open it, I'm surprised at what I see. A drenched Stiles, standing in the rain, and grinning like a mad man.

  "Oh my gosh, Stiles. I didn't actually think you were serious. Come in. I'll get a towel." I say. I head to grab a towel.

  "I though you would know me better than that." He laughs. I walk back and wrap the towel around him.
   "Well, I'm fine now."

   "Okay, but I also came over to help with your 'studying'." He uses finger quotes at the word 'studying'.

   I whack his arm. "I really was! It just doesn't make sense to me." I walk to my room an sit on my bed. He pulls up my desk chair and takes a look.

   "Really, y/n?" He looks at me.

   "What?"
   "Question number one?"

   "Okay. Maybe I wasn't studying." I confess. "Why do you want to help anyway?"

    "Why wouldn't I? I don't want to not graduate with the girl I love." He quickly freezes as soon as he says that and a blush creeps into his cheeks. Same to mine. He clears his throat.  "I mean, you're my best friend. Why wouldn't I love you?"

   "It's okay Stiles. I love you, too."

   His eyes quickly meet mine. "Like, as a best friend?"

   "Maybe more." I whisper.

   A grin suddenly appears on his face and he quickly attaches his lips to mine.

   When we lean back, his eyes sparkle. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to tell you."

   I smile. "I think I do."