Scott parks the Jeep in Stiles' driveway and we all spill out.
"I'll get him inside and in bed," I offer. Stiles uses my shoulders to steady himself. I look at him. "Is your dad home?"
"... no ..." He stares off into space.
"Alright," I huff as I pull him up higher. "Come on."
I drag Stiles through his front door and up the stairs to his bedroom.
"How drunk am I?" he asks. I drop him on his bed.
"Very," I answer. "So drunk that you forgot what color Lydia's eyes are."
"They're green," Stiles says matter-of-factly. He starts to laugh again, his eyes just barely focused on his ceiling. "Can I tell you a secret?"
I sigh and sit down on the foot of his bed. "Sure. Fire away."
"You gotta swear not to tell Emerson though." Stiles sits up with a sense of urgency.
"What are you talking about?" I ask. I'm pretty sure I know where this is going and I'm pretty sure I don't want it to go there. "I am Emerson."
"I like ..." Stiles starts. His eyes space out and roam all over the room while mine stay focused on him. "I - I like ... Lydia Martin."
He collapses back onto his pillows and I roll my eyes.
"I know you do, Stiles." I pat his ankle slowly. "Everyone knows you do."
"I like her a lot." Stiles nods. "So much."
"Alright," I say. "I'm going to let you get some sleep."
"I really like her," he continues. "Very much."
I stand up and walk over to his door.
"Like this much." He spreads his arms across his bed.
"Goodnight, Stiles," I tell him pointedly.
"G – G'night, Mer," he slurs.
I turn off the lights and close his door.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
