S T I L E S

I had the roses.

I had the sappy crappy love song I was going to sing to her.

I had the heart chocolate box.

I had her sister and friend ask her some awkward questions, and I had Scott and Allison to set up the rest.

The whole lacrosse team had agreed to help me, even coach. He actually seemed he happiest.

But the most surprising by far was Jackson.

He legitimately helped me pick out all the stuff he said would make a girl swoon and put me in a suit, then unclamps my clammy sweaty hands and glued a bunch of white roses to my hand.

I was so not ready, I had basically chickened out five times but Danny was there to force me back, sometimes I really hated that guy. My dad was there. And I think that's one of the worst parts of my mediocre plan.

Because what if she rejected me, and my dad saw my heart break, and me start to cry, and everyone would feel second hand-embarrassment because the boy that had kept his mouth shut for so long now decides to open his stupid gob for selfish reasons.

Well mostly because Isaac started to show interest in her.

But still.

I hated that feeling of rejection, but it's better than her showing pity interest in me. And I know that I am in love with her.

But it's stupid because we're teenagers. Tell me something I don't know. But there was Jack signalling she was coming to the field.

And I was ready to choke myself with my tie.

This was scarier than an psychotic alpha that posses no sanity nor human emotions, scarier than an angry Derek Hale, scarier than Lydia Martin when she knows he's right, and scarier than Scott McCall stealing your girl.

If this failed, it was entirely my fault, and that thought is what terrifies me.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked to see lock of flaming strawberry blonde.

"It'll be fine Stiles".

"Easy for you to say, when you say hi to a guy he falls in love with you. When I say hi to a girl she runs away".

"Has Gwyn done that?"

I shook my head.

"Then I don't think this will be as big a catastrophe as you think".

With that she left.

"Great advice, so it'll still be a failure! Nice to know you believe in me".

A wild Scott McCall appeared in my rear view with a lop-sided grin and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. 

I think that might be one of the reason girls like him so much, dangers always been a more attractive trait to females, maybe I seem too safe, or common.

"Hey Stiles-"

This was it, the moment that determined my love life's activity. I took a deep breath, the choir started to sing and I shakily started to key the lyrics pour out.

"Isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful, isn't she pretty-"

"Stiles..?"

A little smile appeared on that gorgeous face of hers and I could see h wonder in her eyes, and suddenly a burst of confidence rushed through me and I began to take seps towards her.

"Isn't she lovely".

I beamed at her taking ahold of her hand and continuously repeating the words that rang through my head.

And she was smiling, so much, and my heart was thumping in my chest and I couldn't help but stare into the grey of her eyes and thinking of how beautiful they are. And she was my life. My best friend. My love, and honestly if she rejected me I wouldn't even care because I got to have this little moment where it was just me and her.

Where I got to forget the drama of Allison's family, and Scott's werewolf business, Isaac staring into my soul and how much of an asshole Derek was for hiding under the bleachers with his little crew to watch me humiliate myself.

But she was there.

And that made me happy.

I slowly drifted back to reality when I finished the final verse and the choir died down and she cocked her head to the side and squinted her eyes like she did whenever she was confused, and I could feel one of our hands shaking.

"uh, what was t-that...?"

"um, that was.....Scott!"

i cannot believe i just did that, the one person that kept ruining any chances i had with the girl i loved, is the one i call on when i chicke out.

her eyes fell and she seemed crestfallen.

i saw lydia look at me, and give me a death stare.

aw fuck it.

i grabbed her face and kissed her.

firstly, there wasn't sparks, it wasn't perfect, but she kissed me back. and words cannot begin to explain the euphoria i felt at her lips against mine.

she pulled away looked me in the eyes, and then slapped me.

"you dick!"

"ow! Gwyn, what'd i do?!"

"are you playing with my feelings? did scott tell you? that bastard i guess mama mcall's gonna find out some little secrets of his-"

"no gwyn, it's because i l....like you. a lot."

i'd just told the girl i've been in love with since the third grade that i liked her. but then she might not love me back, it was the safest option.

her eyes lit up and i literally was smiling so much that i think i may resemble the joker.

"i like you too stiles"

so crappy filler bc i feel bad for not updating and i need these two together, okay!