"Lydia! Can you not be mad at me, please?" I sigh, shaking my head at my roommate. "I know that you and Stiles aren't together anymore, but you can't be mad at me for wanting to go and support him. He just completed his first case as an FBI Agent and I think that it's fair that as his friends, I should be there for him." When Lydia doesn't respond, I sigh. "You have to talk to me, you know?"
"Fine." Lydia answers in her tone that says 'it's not fine. "If you want to go, then just go."
"I'm not going if it makes you mad." I insist and she shakes her head.
"Y/n." She forces a smile on her face. "Just get the hell out of here.
With a squeal, I wrap my arms around her neck. "Thank you! I'll tell him you said hi."
"Y/n- wait." She says as I'm halfway out the door. "Take a chance, okay? Just because it didn't work out between me and Stiles doesn't mean you two won't work out."
I bite my lip lip and fake a laugh. "What are you talking about?"
Raising an eyebrow, the banshee laughs. "You're a horrible liar. I've known that you liked him since I started dating him. So, now I'm letting you date him. On the promise that you don't do all that mushy gushy love stuff around me." She scrunched her nose.
"No problem. He probably still hasn't gotten over you. I mean, he was only obsessed with you for the past however many years."
Lydia face palmed. "And he talked about you the past 2 that we dated. Pretty much the entire time." There was an awkward pause. "Look. You guys are best friends. Just do something that'll show him you feel the same way. Okay?"
"Thank you." I smile, softly.
She rolls her eyes, playfully. "What are you waiting for? Get outta here!"
- - -
My hands tighten on the wheel as I try to think of what I could say to Stiles. I'd already planned it. I'd wait for him to finish the press conference and then walk up to him afterwards. Then I'd tell him I felt the same way and hopefully he'd kiss me. I wasn't really sure how it'd all work out. It'd just be super lowkey. Only the two of us.
Okay. Let's think. Maybe I can start it like this? Hey, Stiles. It's me. Sorry we haven't seen each other in a while. Or talked since you and Lydia broke up . . . but there's something I need to tell you. Something important.
That's as far as I'd gotten. I was still trying to figure out how to make sure I didn't make a fool of myself in front of him - or anyone else for that matter.
"It's okay." I bite my lip, turning on the radio. "You got this."
. . .
The press continues to force questions onto Stiles and the only thing I can really hear is "Agent Stilinski! Over here!" followed by a semi-confident answer from Stiles.
Finally someone walks over and begins to speak. My heart thuds louder at each word. "Unfortunately Agent Stilinski is a very busy man and needs to get back to work. So, if there's no more questions-"
"I have a question!" I practically yell, standing from my seat. I watch as Stiles turns his head, and as our eyes lock, he has the nerve to smile.
The guy shakes his head. "I'm afraid we're out of time, Ms. . . "
"L/n." I answer with a sigh.
"Wait." Stiles holds his hand up to the other guy. "I'm curious as to what Ms. L/n's question is."
I take a deep breath. Too late to back out now. Too late to walk away.
"I love you, Stiles Stilinski!" I say with a shaky breath. "Wait- that's not a question . . . Um . . . We've been best friends our whole life. We have the same birthday, we live next door to each other. You've always been the biggest part of my life. I think about our first kiss in the sandpit in my backyard when we were 7 years old all the time. And every time you told me you love me, it would kill me because you didn't love me the way . . . the way I loved you - love you. And even though I know you don't feel the same way, I got permission from Lydia." I only just notice that I've somehow walked to the middle of the room and Stiles has met me halfway. "So, I guess my question is . . . Stiles Stilinski, will you go out with me?"
There's a long silence and I wipe away my tears. Stupid hormones. "This is usually the part where you say yes?" I force an awkward laugh and look up at him.
"You're an idiot." He finally says and I feel more tears fall down my cheeks. I'm so stupid. Why did I ever think that he'd - "You're an idiot if you think that I don't feel the same way. Y/n l/n, it was my job to ask you out. I was going to go to Beacon Hills to do that this afternoon." He lifts a hand to wipe away my tears. "Yes. Yes I will go out with you."
Before I have the chance to react, I feel his lips on mine and here we are. Kissing each other. In front of everyone. On live tv. And I couldn't be happier.
So much for lowkey.