“Stiles, stiles” you say “huh?” He says with his eyes still closed “you have that early morning practice for the big game tomorrow, remember?” You say stiles mumbles something “if I’m going to watch an entire lacrosse game you better not suck” you say, “remember you were supposed to drive me to school early so I can get more studying in for the math test…” stiles turns over “the one that determines wether or not I’m gonna be a senior with you next year stiles” you say quickly stiles fully turns to the side you groan you get an idea you flip stiles over and kiss him he kisses you back he pulls away “what are you doing I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet” he says “I don’t care” you reply smiling