Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Terrified of Falling

    

Stiles P.O.V:
 
   I smile when I spot y/n down the hall, talking with one of her friends.

   I watch as she laughs and tucks hair behind her ears.

  My heart flutters when I hear that beautiful laugh.

  She turns her head and makes eye contact with me and her smile brightens. I slightly grin back at her.

   She looks away and I'm suddenly sad that she did.

   My face falls at my realization.

   I think I'm in love with her. And I'm terrified.

Y/N P.O.V

   I laugh at y/f/n joke and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Feeling eyes on me, I turn my head and see Stiles, looking right at me. If possible, my grin widens.

   "Seriously, y/n?" I snap back to reality. Y/f/n is giving me a pointed look.

   "What?" I pull on the strap of my backpack.

   "Stiles Stilinski? He's so weird."

   "Yeah, I know." I chuckle. She raises an eyebrow. "And I don't like him like that! Don't get any ideas." I mutter and cross my arms.

  "I can see it written all over your face." I roll my eyes. "Plus, I'm pretty sure he's, like, in love with you. He follows you around like a lost puppy."

   "Shut up." I mumble. I look back to over where Stiles was standing and slightly pout when I realize he's not there anymore.

  I hear her softly laugh and she nudges my arm. "We gotta get to class if we don't want to be late." I nod and we head to class.

•••

   After class, I see Stiles leaning up against my locker.

  "Hey, Stilinski." I say, cheerfully. I'm just glad the school week is finally over.

   He moves out of the way and I put in my combination. I hear a satisfying click and open the door, putting my textbooks away.

  "Hey." He softly replies. I close my locker and turn to him, taking in his facial expression.

  Something is bothering him.

  "You okay?" I gently touch his arm to get him to look at me.

  He stares at my hand before clearing his throat. "Uh, yeah. I was just wondering if you want to come over? I need some help seeing how all these deaths are connected."

  I nod. "Yeah, sure. Two brains are better than one, right?"

  "Yeah, okay. You ready then?"

  My eyebrows fury in confusion but I nod again anyway. He begins walking in the direction of his Jeep and my car.

•••
 
  I walk into Stiles's room and set my bag down on his bed. I quietly take in his 'murder board'.

  Red strings are connecting so many pictures together.

"Dang, Stiles." I mutter.

  "Yeah, I know." He lets out a breath of air and puts his hands on his hips. He glances at me. "That's why I need your help."

  I lay down on my stomach on his bed, next to blue, green, yellow, and red balls of yarn. "What do the different colored strings mean?"

  "Oh, just different stages of the investigation. So like, green is 'solved', yellow is 'to be determined', and blue is just pretty." He shrugs.

  "What does red mean?" I ask.

  "Uh... unsolved."

  "You only have red on the board."

  "Yes. I'm aware. Thank you." He turns around to give me a look.

  My worry grows when his face looks more stressed and worried than usual.

  "Okay." I sit up and cross my legs. "What's wrong?"

  "What? People are getting murdered and I don't-" He starts and I interrupt.

  "With you. Are you okay?"

  He sighs. I pat the bed beside me and he hesitantly sits down.

  "I'm scared." I hear him say under his breath.

  "Hey. It's going to be okay. We'll figure it out, like we always do."

  "Will we?" He lifts his head to look at me. "Will I?"

  I scrunch my eyebrows. "I have a feeling you're not talking about the murders."

  He abruptly stands up and runs his hands through his hair. He stops and looks at me. "If I tell you something, promise me you won't run out or-or stop talking to me because I wouldn't be able to handle that-"

  "Stiles!" I stop his rambling. "You know you can tell me anything."

  He takes a deep breath. "I'm scared that I'm falling too hard-" He looks at anything but me. "-for you." My breath hitches in my throat.

  "I don't want anything to be ruined. I can't fall in love with my best friend! That's-that's freaking weird! You'd think you'd be like my sister! Wait- that's weird. No it's not. Because you're not! You're like way more to me than that-"

  I interrupt his rambling again but this time by pressing my lips against his.

  I could feel him take a sharp breath in.

  I step away and look into his eyes, scared of what I'll see.

  "What was that for?" He whispers.

  "To get you to shut up so I can say that I feel the same way." He rubs his hands over his face before collapsing onto his bed. "And that I'm scared too, Stiles. I feel like we should focus more on the murders than ourselves-" I see his shoulders slump. "-but we never get to do anything for ourselves anymore."

He shrugs. "So what does that mean?"

I sit down next to him. "Whatever you want it to mean." I take his hand in mine and smile at him.

"Let's do something for us for once then, huh?" Stiles mutters, a wide grin on his face.