Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Second Choice: Pt. 2

It's been a while, I'm sorry.
also, I use 'mom' but you can switch to dad or guardian if you'd like:)

  I dig my spoon into the carton of ice cream and lazily shove it in my mouth.

Stupid Stiles. Stupid boys. Stupid feelings.

  As I go in for another spoonful, I realize there's none left. I let out an angry groan and lean back onto my bed.

  "Y/n?" I look towards my door and see my mom. "You okay?"

  "Perfectly fine." I mumble.

  Mom comes over to me and takes the carton. "Must be if you ate all the ice cream." I give her an apologetic look. "What's wrong?"

   I sit up. "Boys are dumb."

   "You got that right." I give her a look as if saying 'really?'. She sighs. "Sorry. I'm supposed to give you advice." She shakes her head slightly. "So, Scott is like your brother and Isaac isn't here anymore so I'm guessing it's Stiles?"

  "Yes! He's so stupid! After everything we've been through, he goes for the freaking jungle freak!" I start to play with the ends of my hair.

   "That's not very nice." I roll my eyes. "Why don't you just talk it out with him?"

   "I can't." I mumble.

   She scoffs. "Why not? You've been friends forever."

   I start to feel tears well up. "I can't look at him without feeling my heart shatter into even more pieces." I look up at her. "And please don't say boys aren't worth crying over."

  "I wasn't-"

  "Yes you were, you had that look on your face." I point at her face and she shoves my hand away.

   "Actually, what I was going to say was to not let this get in the way of your friendship. If he really cared about you, he wouldn't give that up for some 'jungle freak'." Mom takes a seat beside me.

   "That wasn't very nice." I mock her tone and she laughs. I groan. "Fine." I get up from my bed. "But if this all goes wrong, I'm blaming you."

  "Uh-huh." I hear mom say from behind me as I head out my bedroom door.

•••

  I take a deep breath and raise my fist to knock on the door. The door opens and reveals Stiles.

   "Y/n." He scratches his neck. "Um, what are you doing here?"

   "I was hoping we could talk." My voice comes out in nearly a whisper, my throat scratchy.

   "Oh. Yeah, of course." He opens the door farther and I enter. He then leads me up to his bedroom and I sit on his bed.

  I take a shallow breath.

  "I know about you and Malia." I finally look at Stiles. Yep, there goes my heart. "Scott told me."

   "Yeah, about that. I'm sorry I didn't-"

   "Why didn't you?" I snap. "We used to tell each other everything."

   He looks surprised at my outburst, I'm not usually one to lose their temper in the pack.

   "I know." He whispers.

   That's all he says.

   "Telling me would have hurt a lot less, you know. Especially if I thought that we-" I catch myself. I take a deep breath. Stiles' eyes show confusion, trying to tell me to continue my sentence. "You haven't answered my texts. You didn't answer my calls. You went M.I.A on me, Stiles." I feel a tear slip down my cheek. "You are my best friend, I needed you."

  "I thought you wouldn't want to see me-"

  "Stiles. That wasn't you. Void wasn't you." He slowly nods and sits at his computer desk. "But you not being there and you going for Malia makes me feel like you're leaving me. Like Allison. Like-" I wipe a tear."-like Aiden."

   I see his own eyes begin to glisten with tears. "I don't want you to leave me too." I turn my eyes towards my shakey hands.

   "Hey." I feel Stiles sit beside me. "Y/n." He lifts his hand to my face and I turn my head. "I'd never leave you. In fact, I broke up with Malia like five minutes before you showed up."

  My eyes widen. "Seriously?" He nods. "Wow, this was terrible timing them, huh?" I let out a breathy laugh.

  "No, I think it was perfect actually." He smiles and I return it. "Just for the record, I didn't think you liked me."

   I feel my face burn. "Who-who said I liked you?"

   "No one." He smirks. "But your face just did." He pokes my cheek and I smack his hand.

  "You know I blush involuntarily. Don't make fun." I grumble, rubbing my hands over my face.

  "I'm sorry." He says after laughing.

  "It's okay." I give him a sincere smile.

  He sighs. "I don't think I'm ready to get into a relationship though."

  "Me either." I grab his hand. "I think I still need time but at least we know we'll wait until we're both ready this time, right?"

   He smiles. "Right."

It's been like 3 months. I'm so sorry omg. Schools been rough and busy. But hey, I just got my prom dress. IT HAS POCKETS.

^the second shows my shoes but you can barely see them, oh well.

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