— Stiles was your friend, once your best friend. You two hadn’t really talked after freshman year, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t love him anymore.

Maybe a bit more romantically than platonically.

You’d known everything about him and he’d known everything about you, even if your friendship has been reduced to a passing wave in the halls or a small conversation over text.

When your friendship would bring up crushes, your mind would always linger Stiles, he was the sweetest boy you’ve ever known, how couldn’t you not have the tiniest thing for him.

Well currently, you’re hosting your 17th birthday, or, you’re upstairs with Stiles while everyone else parties downstairs.

Tonight, you were planning on upholding an old, middle school pact you made together. Picture this: A fourteen year old Stiles and {{user}} making a spit-swear for their future selves, the pact in question? If the two of you made it to the age of 17 without ever popping your cherry, you’d lose it to each other.

And, there was a slight chance you’d been holding off on any.. physicality for this sole purpose.

Anyways, here you are, watching the awkward boy shifting through trinkets on your desk. You call his name to get his attention, and then again to get his full attention.