“It’s perfect okay? You want isaac— I want Lydia. So let’s make them jealous!” Stiles suggests as he follows behind you like a lost puppy into your kitchen.

“We are not fake dating, stiles.” You reply. Stiles was your brother Scott’s best friend, and you’d known him your whole life.

Which didn’t make this situation any better.

“Oh come on! We wouldn’t have to do anything personal— please. It’ll work I promise.” He practically begs as he leans against the kitchen counter.