Wednesday, 11:58 PM.
Stiles's POV
He just looked at me.. Like I was an idiot.
"Stiles, you can't be.." Scott shook his head.
I had no idea what was going on, I felt like my lips were moving for me. I didn't feel like me. "What?" I squinted and glanced around the room. My dad was still in the kitchen, and I could hear his attempt to making an oven made pizza. "Y-You're gay..?" I heard Scott's words louder than they actually were. He thinks I'm gay? "Stiles!" He shook me. We exchanged looks, my face mirroring the same confused look on his.
Two minutes of silence passed. I know because I could hear the grandfather clock from upstairs ticking. I counted every ticking noise it made until it finally went off. Twelve chimes echoed through the hallway upstairs, it was almost as if I could feel it's vibrations as the sound waves elapsed through the hall, and down the stairs, and into every room possible. "Scott, It's getting late.. You should go home." He didn't say anything, so I continued, "We have a test tomorrow-" then he completely blew me off, "No! No, Stiles. You can't be here by yourself. I'm staying the night." I watched my dad come in with a look of hatred, and sadness, "Scott, maybe it's best if you go home and get some rest," I looked at my father, and stuttered a bit, "N-no it's fine. H-He can stay. We'll walk to school tomorrow." With a nod and a smile, my dad walked off, leaving behind a few quiet words, "Whatever, that's fine. And Stiles, if you wake up in pain, or anything at all, come get me, and i'll take you to the hospital, okay?" I simply nodded, praying my dad would just leave the room so I could be left alone with Scott, and talk about life. "Is he just gonna leave that pizza in the oven?" Scott ever so quietly whispered next to me. I closed my eyes, and managed to stand up. "Ow.. My legs hurt.." I grunted, pushing off the arm of the couch.
I finally got to a standing position, when I felt a warm arm around my shoulder.
I looked over to see Scott, looking straight ahead. "Hey Scott.." He looked at me, scared of something, bothered by something. "Yes?" He fluttered his eyelashes, and I just smiled and started walking to the kitchen.
"I'll get the pizza out of the oven, you are gonna stay right there." Scott sat me down in one of my wooden chairs at the table, so I plopped down, held my stomach.
"Well hurry the hell up. I'd like to at least sleep after I eat something good, Jesus." I rolled my eyes dramatically, and waited for my pizza.
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"Here you go, sunshine." Scott basically tossed the plate of pizza at my face. Luckily, I caught it. "Thanks, honey bun." I immediately took a large bite out of the triangular slice. Looking as if I have not eaten in weeks. "Slow down there, Stilinski. I almost watched you die once today, and I don't wanna see it again." Scott took my wrist, and pulled the slice of pizza out of my mouth. "Scott. Chill, I'll be okay." I swore to him. But for some odd reason, he didn't feel like I was safe. I could feel his nervousness, his fear, his anxiety, I felt it all. I couldn't understand how, but I felt all of his emotions coming from him.
I shook my head and continued with the conversation Scott and I were having. "How's your crush on Lydia?" He suddenly asked. Damn that question came out of nowhere. But I didn't like Lydia anymore, I thought he knew that. I told him, didn't I? "Oh.. Yeah it's okay." He narrowed his eyes, and firmly said, "What's going on? Every time I bring up her name-" "Scott, look bro, I can't explain it.. I mean I can explain it! But I can't right now.."
Scott set his pizza on his plate, and got up to throw out his food. "Stiles, earlier you asked me if I liked you.. As something other than what we are right now.." We both fell silent, and I stood up using all the strength I had to walk back into the living room. "Wait! I mean, that's what you said. I-I don't know if-" I was tired of his voice for once, so I turned around and hugged him.
