it was a Friday night, and you and stiles were parked up at the reserve, right on the edge of the cliff. It was your usual spot where you and your best friend parked up and talked all night.

you and stiles have been friends for years, going through hell and back with all the werewolf drama from your other best friend, Scott. But right now, you and stiles were discussing leaving for separate colleges.

“Are you worried about leaving?” stiles asked quietly, his mouth half full of fries.