Most are all of Stiles Stilinski but I did throw in a couple of surprises so please enjoy:)
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Stiles P.O.V:
I take a breath and knock on (y/n)'s door. Only a couple seconds after I did so, the door swings open revealing (y/n) without any makeup on, wearing a bun in her hair, and in her pajamas. Gosh, she's so beautiful, I think to myself.
"Hey Stiles." She says with a grin and butterflies erupt in my stomach.
"Hey (y/n)." I say as I scratch the back of my neck.
"What are you doing here? It's nine o'clock." She questions.
"Well, I've been wanting to umm ask you something all day but I-I never got the chance..." She raises her eyebrow at me. I rub my sweaty palms on my pants.
"Okay..."
"Ummm... Will you- I mean would you maybeliketogotothedancewithme?" I smile nervously at her.
"What?" She looks extremely confused. Agh... I can't do this.
"Never mind." I begin to walk to my jeep.
"Wait, Stiles." I turn around and look at her. "Did you really drive all the way across town to not tell me anything other than hello? Which, by the way, you have my number for that." She softly laughs and I melt. Oh God, that laugh. I love when she laughs. Heck, I think I might love her.
"Uh... Yes?" I deadpan.
"Yeah right. I know you Stiles."
I internally groan. I outwardly take a deep breath and look her in the eye. "Would you like to go to the dance with me?"
A smile breaks out on her face. "Of course I would! Sounds like fun."
I breath a sigh of relief. "Looks like I got nervous for no reason."
"You're cute when you get nervous." She says, still smiling.
"Well, I got to go. My dad will freak if he realizes I snuck out again." I say after a couple seconds of silence.
"Okay." She replies. "See you tomorrow. Goodnight."
"'Night." As soon as she shuts the door, I pump my fist in the air and do a dance. I then head to Roscoe.
Your P.O.V:
I peak out the curtain to see Stiles pump his fist in the air and do a little dance. My heart flutters realizing that I'll be going to the dance with this lovable dork.
