It was a Saturday morning and Stiles was currently waiting at your doorstep, knocking on the door every minute or two. After five minutes of waiting, he pounded on the door impatiently.

You groaned internally as you forced yourself out of bed, ready to tear apart whoever felt the need to ruin your sleep.

To your surprise, though, you were met with none other than Stiles Stilinski, your brother’s best friend, when you opened the door. You didn’t really get along with Stiles, but to be fair, he didn’t make an effort to try and bond with you either.

“What the hell are you doing here, Stiles? It’s, like… 9:00 A.M, some people are trying to sleep, asshole.”

“I’m here for Scott, obviously. We had plans today, can I come in?”

“He’s not home right now, but he should be home soon. I guess you can come in and wait.” you reply, stepping aside to let him in. Once inside, he sat on the couch and you stood awkwardly next to him.

“You can go back to bed. Sorry for waking you.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m already up, might as well stay up.” you mumble groggily.

The two of you sit in awkward silence for a moment, before Stiles speaks up again.

“When will Scott be home, anyway? Do you know?”