forgotten || S.STILINSKI

002

sitting in bed you sighed, of course those kids you've known for less than a full week would invite you to some stupid party. 

why wouldn't they? 

it's not like you're friends or anything. 

"god, what if they think I'm their friend?" you gasped, disgusted by the thought. 

"(y/n), darling, there's a boy here to see you." your mom called up the stairs and you grunted, getting up and opening the door to your room to see stiles.

"hey." he said, smiling. 

you rolled your eyes and moved out of the way, signalling for him to enter the room. he nodded lightly, as if saying thanks to you as he stepped into your small room. 

"you like (F/B)?" he asked, motioning to the poster on your wall and the shirt that laid out on your bed. 

"yeah, especially (F/S) from their album (album)." you responded, grabbing your doc martens from beside your bed and sliding them on. 

the boy nodded, seeming to be interested in your taste of music. "i didn't strike you as a girl who would listen to (F/B)"

"why, do i seem like i'd be boring to you?" you asked sarcastically, brushing your hair to attempt to detangle it.

stiles gazed at you with a panicked expression painted on his face, "no! no, i meant like, you know- you gave off more of another vibe than that! i've never met a girl that actually listens to (F/B) cause she likes them. i've also never met many girls to begin with, but that doesn't discourage what i was saying about how you just didn't seem to be the type to listen to (F/B)." he rambled, motioning odd things with his hands.

"stiles, calm down- i was joking." you told him, laying back on your bed laughing. you could tell he was ashamed because he stayed silent and in the same position he was in before.

"oh" you heard him mutter as you sat up. your wiped the tears forming from your eyes away as you gazed down to realise you still weren't ready for the party.

"give me a minute to change." you told him, ushering him out of the room before making sure the door was locked so you had privacy. you changed quickly, throwing on the shirt that laid on your bed and a new pair of baggy jeans. 

unlocking the door, you pulled it open to see stiles sitting on the floor playing on his phone. "stilinski, is this first grade?" you asked him, bending down so you could meet his eye level. 

he lifted his head and sheepishly smiled, putting his phone away as he stood up, along with you. "yes, (y/l/n), this is first grade." he laughed, grabbing your hand and leading you down the stairs.

"well then, i don't feel like us first graders should be going to a high school party." you whined, leaning back as he dragged you out of your house. "hell, i know almost none of these kids so i'll be remotely alone." you added, sighing as you got into the car.

"well, you can meet people." the pale boy reassured, smiling as he pulled out of your driveway and began to drive away to lydia's house. as approached the house, you noticed there weren't many kids considering lydia was the 'master of parties'. 

"kinda lame." you whispered, hopping out of the car and making your way towards the massive house. the boy ran up to meet up with you, panting by the time you both reached the door.

smile and wave, (y/n), smile and wave. 

stiles knocked on the door and suddenly the strawberry-blonde, lydia, opened it.