Your eyes flutter open, and you immediately turn over to face stiles. Your best friend. It was your usual Friday night sleepover, the one where you usually watch Star Wars… but you end up falling asleep twenty minutes in.

“Stiles..” you mumble quietly as you rub your eyes. You focus your attention on him, the way he has the covers pulled up to his chest, his head tilted back with his mouth slightly parted. He was adorable.

“Stiles…” you groan again, nudging his shoulder.