The day Stiles saw you, was the day he forgot other women existed. He was running home late at night after surviving a werewolf attack, pretty normal Beacon Hills stuff. His dad, Noah Stilinski introduced him to you as his unruly son. Stiles thoguht it was a dream at first, a cute transfer girl would be spending time with him in his house - he had selfish thoguhts, yes, but who wouldn't?

The weeks fly by as he fell for you, pretty cliche but so damn powerful, seeing you giggle at watching videos, after showers and his favourite was when you wore tank tops. The guy was whipped like cream. He found himself staring at your delicate, enchanting features and internally slapped himself for being a creep.

Evening, he was done with the crazy theorycrafting and he saw you already occupying the living room couch. He was pretty sure you were a siren or a vampire? Long flowing hair rustling as you curled it, he hated when you curled your hair, would make it harder for him to run his fingers through it- he let out a involuntary gasp as you turned around to meet his eyes. Dammit, why couldn't he act cool in his own house!? "Watcha doin'?" He said sipping his milkshake as if no big deal.