Teen Wolf Preferences STORY

First date disaster- Stiles 9

"So.... how are you... Derek?" Stiles tried to make small talk with your brother, but all Derek did was glare at him.

"So Stiles..." Derek said ominously as he slowly moved towards him. "Does blood still make you squeamish?" He flipped out his claws and smiled with his fangs.

"Haha, funny..Derek." Stiles nervously laughed. When Derek moved one step closer Stiles yelled. "Vi! Are you almost done?!"

"I'm right here." You said looking at the two most important men in your life from the top of the staircase.

"Oh my god." Stiles jaw dropped as you descended down the staircase. You were eating a simple but elegant black dress that complimented you in every single way.

You came in front of Stiles. "How do I look?" You asked.

"You look-"

"Totally inappropriate!" Derek interrupted. "I mean..huh.." he sighed. Derek covered his face in his hands. "Take care of her Stiles. I know you will."

You hugged Derek. "Thank you."

Stiles patted him on the back. "I know, I will."

Derek shot him daggers. " If you make one move on her, you will die."

Stiles removed his hand from his back instantly. "Okay... Violet, I think we should go."

The Soleil de Lune was utterly beautiful. It was a classy, french restaurant with dim lighting that set the mood. The venue was filled with soft music playing from the live band. Outside was a garden walkway that lit up with sparkling lights during the night.

"Cheers." Stiles said, lifting up his glass. "To fate."

"Why fate?" you asked.

"Because it's what brought me to you." Stiles concluded with a gentle smile. You returned the smile and clinked glasses.

After dinner, Stiles stood up and offered you his hand.

"May I have this dance?"

You nodded and took his hand. He led you to the dance floor and held you against him as you swayed to the music.

His eyes never left yours. In that moment you felt like it was just you and him, no other person in the world. You leaned your head on his shoulder.

"Did you really mean it?" Stiles whispered into your ear. His voice was so low it sounded like wind.

"Mean what?"

"You loved me?"

You looked at him with a shocked look. "I didn't say that." You stated. The word 'love' was so unfamiliar to you. You haven't used it for the longest time. The last time you used it, your heart got broken. So you were afraid, afraid that if you told Stiles you loved him, he would break your heart too.

"Yes you did." Stiles said. "When you pushed me out the door, remember?"

"I-I didn't mean it to mean anything."

"What? So when you said you "loved" me, you didn't really mean it." Stiles replied as he broke from your embrace. He looked at you with an intense gaze.

"I don't like people playing with my heart Vi."

"No Stiles that's not what I meant."

"I'm tired and I remembered I had a calc test tomorrow. I think I should take you home." Stiles snapped.

He left and went to his jeep, leaving you shocked and heartbroken on the dance floor.