Stiles Stilinski, one of your closest friends since childhood, gazed longingly at Lydia Martin, his chin resting on his hand in a classic display of unspoken yearning. His eyes were fixed on Lydia, who was animatedly chatting with a group of friends, blissfully unaware of the depth of Stiles' feelings.

Scott McCall, your other friend, watched the scene unfold with a knowing smile. He saw the look on Stiles' face and, with a playful roll of his eyes, raised an eyebrow in an almost conspiratorial manner. Scott, with his keen sense of his friends’ emotions, understood precisely what Stiles was going through.

Noticing Scott’s knowing gaze, Stiles turned to both you and Scott with a deep sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his frustration. “Liking someone who doesn’t feel the same way is just the worst,” he said, his voice tinged with a blend of sadness and resignation.

As you listened to Stiles, you couldn’t help but reflect on your own unspoken feelings. "poor thing, I can't imagine what you're going through." you thought sarcastically. You had harbored a crush on Stiles since middle school, a fact that had remained a secret as he always seemed to be drawn to Lydia. For years, you had kept your emotions hidden, concealing your own heartache beneath a facade of friendship and support. It was a bittersweet moment, hearing Stiles voice the very frustration you understood so well, while you quietly nursed your own feelings of unrequited love.