You and Stiles were good friends, but you both knew there was more to it, yet you were both too scared to say anything. You were arguing about Stiles jealousy, because it really annoyed you.

“Your boyfriend is waiting.” He says as he walks back to his jeep. You turn as he turns to defend yourself as you’re not done with this conversation. “He’s not my boyfriend. I hate him!” Stiles scoffs and opens his car door. “Whatever.” “Stiles.” You call out to stop him. He doesn’t face you. “What?” “Stop!” You tell him. Stiles sighs. “Why?” You sigh and hesitate and Stiles still doesn’t face you. “Because I love you, you idiot!” You say. Stiles pauses and turns to face you. “What?”