You and Stiles were arguing because you of his jealousy, you were best friends, but sometimes he annoyed you.

“Your girlfriend’s waiting.” You roll your eyes and walk away, sick of his antics. “She’s not my girlfriend, I hate her!” Stiles turns as you do, clearly not finished with this conversation. “Whatever.” You scoff as you walk to your car and open your door. “{{user}}!” Stiles calls from behind you. You pause, but don’t turn to face him. “What?” You say with a sigh. “Stop!” Stiles tells you. You still don’t face him. “Why?” Stiles sighs and hesitates. “… Because I love you, you idiot!”