Your locker slammed open as you tried to shove your bag and sweater inside. It was barely 10 am and you'd set the record for the shittiest day ever. Your parents both woke up on the wrong side of the bed, yelled at you for things that weren't your fault. Your car decided not to start so you had to walk and on top of that, you failed your math test.
As you struggled to take your books from your locker, Stiles popped up beside you, "Hey!" He exclaimed.
"Hey!" You sassed back to him. He crossed his arms. "Excuse me that is no way to talk to your best friend." He replied looking hurt, you sighed and turned towards him. "Hi stiles!" You say as enthusiastic as you can, stiles' frown doesn't leave his face.
"You could have said it a little less bitchy." He mumbles, you gave him a death glare before explaining yourself to him. "I'm not having the best day stiles and your over enthusiastic attitude is a tad annoying." You glance down the hall to see your other best friend, Scott walking toward you, he suddenly stops and turns back the way he came. You look up at Stiles, who is slowly lowering his arms. You slam your locker shut in his face.
You flopped on your bed as soon as you got home from school. You were just about to fall asleep when your phone started vibrating, Stiles' name appeared across the screen. You rolled your eyes as you answered, "Hello."
"Open the door." Were the only words out of his mouth before he hung up. You galloped down the stairs and swung open the door. "Stiles, here to tell me not to be so bitchy?" You crossed your arms.
"That wasn't very nice, I'm sorry." He smiled at you, he knew you couldn't stay mad at him. Truth is, you had feelings for Stiles, you just never had the guts to tell him. "I'm here to cheer you up. I brought your favourite foods and your favourite board games, I thought we'd end your day right." You smiled as he walked up to your room. You closed the door as he set up the first game on the floor.
"Oh I almost forgot! I have a very important question." You looked at him, mouth full of gummy worms. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"
You nearly choked on the worms, "What? Really?" He nodded "Yeah, I've been meaning to ask for a while, I just never found the right time"
You smiled, "Hell yeah I'll be your girlfriend!" He kissed your hand, "Perfect, I guess this is our first date."
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Teen wolf imagines
Fanfictionim.ag.i.na.tion iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. "she'd never been blessed with a vivid imagination"