Imagine: Stiles telling you that you look beautiful.
"What?"You asked Stiles once you looked up and saw him staring at you."What is it? Do I have something on my face?"
"Uh oh it's nothing."Your friend looked back down to his textbook.
"No, tell me."You smiled.
Stiles looked back up at you from under his lashes."You just look really beautiful."
You blushed wildly."Thanks."