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You are sitting on Stiles bedroom floor with books surrounding the two of you, trying to study. Stiles is silent as he pores over the textbook, trying to revise for the big test tomorrow. You are doing the same although your heart sinks as the last rays of sunlight illuminate the huge pile of work still to go through. You get up to switch on the light as the sun sinks behind the horizon, the room cast in a deep orange glow. You stretch your back backwards to loosen it up before returning to your spot among the revision work.
You read through a few more questions before pausing, you frown as you try to make sense of it. "Hey Stiles?" Your voice is not enough to break him out of his thoughts as he continues to read, totally absorbed. You don't blame him, this test is very important to your overall grade and Stiles really needs to keep his up. You try again, clearing your throat. This time he looks up, although it takes him a moment to travel back to the bedroom. He shakes his head slightly before his eyes clear and he smiles softly at you. "What's up?" He clears a pile of worksheets and textbooks to shuffle over next to you and perches his head on your shoulder as he peers over it at the question you are currently stuck on. "This." You point out the question. "I just don't really understand it." Stiles reaches out and takes the book from your hands to study it closer. "You just do it like this..." He explains. "Do you get it now?" You fight the rising crimson in your cheeks before replying. "Umm, not really." Stiles sits up straighter and attempts to explain it again but for some reason it just isn't clicking. No matter what way he puts it you just can't get it. "I'm sorry, it doesn't matter." You mutter as you pull away to try and focus on something else. "It's not that hard." You barely hear the mutter which is obviously not meant for your ears but you know what he said. This time there is no fighting the blush as your face and neck redden like beetroot. "Well I'm sorry." You snap as you snatch back the book. His head whips up as he realizes you heard him and his face is the perfect picture of "Oh sh*t". "I-I-" "Save it." You interrupt his rambling as he scrambles for an excuse and begin to pick up your books from the floor. "Don't go! I didn't mean it!" You whirl round. "You didn't mean it?! Then why the hell say it in the first place! You obviously meant it Stiles and I'm sorry that I'm not as smart as you okay? I'm sorry." "No, no, no. Babe, listen to me." You ignore his pleading and continue collecting your books from the various piles scattered precariously across the room. "You don't have to be sorry. You are smart, way smarter than me. It's just one question and I got frustrated okay? I wanted to explain it to you but I got frustrated when I couldn't." "No you didn't. Don't lie. You got frustrated with me because I couldn't understand the question. You weren't annoyed with yourself, don't even try that." "Okay fine! I was annoyed with you because it's an easy question and you just can't seem to understand it!" His voice raises and you involuntarily flinch back from the volume. "EXACTLY!" You are yelling now but you don't really care, you enunciate the single word clearly. "I was asking for your help, I don't know why I can't understand it, maybe I just need to take a break, maybe I'm getting tired but all I was asking was for you to be patient and just help me." "I'm sorry." He shouts, his voice seems to echo in your ears as you both deflate like balloons. "I'm sorry." His voice sounds limp and soft as he approaches you slowly, his arms reaching out for you. He repeats the sentence and you can see in his eyes the apology is genuine but you are still annoyed at him even though it seems stupid. You must be tired, it explains both your lack of understanding and your sensitivity. You feel tears well up as you drop your bag, embarrassed at your outburst and upset with both yourself for what you said and with Stiles for what he said although you know he probably didn't mean those things any more than you did. Stiles eyes fill with worry and he approaches you cautiously, as he would an ticking time bomb, which you suppose is what he feels you are right now. "Are you okay?" You nod your head then shake it again, unsure of the correct answer. "I'm sorry." You murmur, wiping at your tears with your sleeve. "I was being silly." Stiles shakes his head earnestly and a small smile lifts your lips. "No, you had every right to be mad at me. I'm sorry." You nod as he pulls you into his arms and tilts your chin, taking away the remaining tears with kisses as light as feathers. When his mouth reaches yours you react instantly and wrap your arms around his neck, you can feel him smile against your lips before he breaks the kiss for a moment, just long enough to say. "You're right, you're definitely to tired to study." His lips pull into a half smirk as he reaches down to meet your lips again. "Let's take a break."
