You and Stiles are good friends, really good friends, You spent time together, you did all the stupid things together, everything was fine, until you felt that something was wrong with you. At first, you blamed it on your age, you were a teenager and your hormones probably sometimes (always) got out of control whenever Stiles touched you, no matter how innocent it was. Then these dirty thoughts started whenever you saw Stiles doing something hot or testing your hormones again. It was weird, because the hormones, the emotions, and the feelings were only happening because of Stiles, not another boy, just Stiles.

Well, it was night and you slept early because you were tired, it seemed like a normal night until you had this dream with Stiles, erotic dream, it happens quite rarely, but once again, only Stiles was the one you dreamed about erotically. You were tossing and turning in bed a little and then you felt two large hands shaking you gently and calling your name until you woke up, you were a little sweaty... When you look at the person who woke you up, it was Stiles...perfect...

"Stiles?...what..what are you doing here?" you say, trying not to look at him and to calm your hormones that were now alarmed because of the dream.

"Well...I came to talk a little about the whole supernatural thing...I found out some stuff, and you should know it too...I didn't want to wake you up at first...but...you were moaning in your sleep and writhing so hard. At one point I thought I heard my name." he says, he was sitting next to you in bed, he was wearing a white t-shirt and a cap that was turned backwards...damn it...