Stiles Stilinski Imagines

stay how it is

"You ok?" A boy asked sweetly as you stared at your feet. "Don't you know how to swing I can show you, my Mom taught me!"

"I don't feel like swinging." You whispered and he pouted, scrunching up his turned up nose as he thought.

"We could hold hands, Dad says it makes my Mom feel better." He offered and sat on the seat next to you and held out his hand. "We could be friends if you like... but not best friends because my best friend is Scott."

"Ok." You said simply and smiled as you took his hand.

You sighed as you slumped onto the swing set. It seemed a fitting place to wallow in self pity. Of all the times you'd visited the very spot you now sat in you remembered the day you first met Stiles the clearest and now here you are again, alone.

You felt so stupid. Why would Stiles even like you. Perhaps it was how he'd drive you around town until he ran out of gas but would refuse to take any money, the way he'd stay up until he passed out to help you study. How he'd light up with a huge smile whenever he saw you. All those sleepless sleepovers or thunderstorms spent cuddled up, the camping trips and the lazy summer days spent with Stiles' head lay in your lap, tired from practising Lacrosse with Scott.

You pulled at your bottom lip with your teeth and took in a deep breath, staring up at the sky as if it would stop you from crying and clutched the chains of the swing, slowly pushing yourself backwards and forwards with your feet firmly planted on the ground.

"You ok?" Stiles asked quietly as he dawdled over and sat on the swing next to you.

"Fine." You sighed softly and let your eyes wander to the forest to your left so you couldn;t have to look at him.

"Your Mom called Melissa, no one could find you and she'd almost convinced Dad to send out a search party." He chuckled playfully but quickly fell silent when all you did was nod. "It' still awkward, huh?"

"No I just feel like an idiot!" You sighed and he nodded, glancing down at his feet which scuffed through the worn down hole of sand.

"You want a lift home?" He asked after a long pause which made you sigh out a laugh.

"I'll be ok." You insisted and he nodded, sucking the air between his teeth as his fingers fiddled with the chains of the swing.

"Well I should get back to Scott's, we're making dinner for Melissa... if you decide to come over the'll be some left for you." He smiled sadly, the expression not meeting his eyes as he got up and walked out of your eyeline.

You closed your eyes tight in an attempt to stop the tears flooding down your cheeks but when you let out a shuddering breath familiar arms snaked around you and Stiles' fingers tangled with yours.

"You can't be sad on the swings, it's the law remember." He muttered softly which made you let out a pitiful laugh as you recalled Stiles' childish rule. "Why do things have to change, can't we all just stay how it is?"

"Stiles." You whispered and he nodded kissing the top of your head before pulling away.

"No (Y/N), I know how you feel, believe me I do!" He gasped and his hands shot to his hair as he started walking circles around the swings. "What happens if it doesn't work, I see you more than Scott and I'm with him pretty much all the time. What do I do with all the time we spend together if it goes wrong?"

"I don't know." You admitted quietly and he let out a slow sigh, coming to crouch in front of you.

"What if we break up and hate each other... I can't, you know?" His voice cracked as he spoke and you nodded, frowning when he leaned up and kissed you softly. "We should just carry on being friends."

"Ok." You whispered and he smiled, grabbing your bag as you tangled your fingers with his and headed towards the gate, the same way you had since you first met.