Sweetie pies to my left, honeys on my right, mates who don't fit into the gender binary levitate above me in cool poses, it is I, your local journalist from Daily Mark Knopfler. Here is the invisible dIRE sTRAITS and its leader, now let’s take a moment to appreciate how pretty he is.
A/N: I need a proofreader. Anyone wanna be my proofreader?
Also, this came out NOTHING like I meant it to. I apologize. My head is everywhere and school starts in two weeks AND IM NOT READY !!
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I shut my door with a loud sigh and pulled my backpack higher up my shoulder. I turned around before jumping back, almost colliding with Stiles. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” I spoke, doing a once-over of him to make sure he was okay. I looked up to him to see his cheeks flushed and a goofy smile on his lips.
“It’s okay. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at my place.” He said, pushing his hands up and down his backpack straps.
I smile and nod. “Sure,” I spoke, sticking my arms out. He hooks his arm with mine. I let out a loud laugh and we begin to make the short walk out of the building. Stiles began talking about how we need to watch Star Wars again while I just smile and watch him. Sometimes, he is such a loser, but he’s a cute loser. We approach the pack, still linked in arms.
Scott immediately looks up, hearing Stiles’ yelling from across the parking lot. “How’s the lovely couple,” he questioned, smiling broadly.
I stared at him for a second, giggling uncomfortably. “We’re not together. You know that Scott.” I spoke, shifting on my feet. I could only dream we were together. I’ve liked him since second grade, but ever since he told me he loved Lydia, I’ve never tried anything. I didn’t want to ruin the friendship I held so close to my heart, so I suffered in silence. I looked over to see Stiles with his head down. He unwrapped our arms and smiled a fake smile at me.
“Yeah right,” he said, nudging my shoulder. “Only because you two both won’t make a move.”
“Scott,” I whisper-yelled as Stiles walked away and towards Lydia and Malia. “What are you doing?”
He sighed and rolled his eyes, a smile still plastered on his face. “Because you both like each other, and it’s obvious you’re both meant for each other.”
“He does not like me,” I yelled to Scott. He rolled his eyes once more before placing his hands on my shoulders.
“You haven’t even talked to him about it,” he reasoned, his voice soft.
“He loves Lydia, not me,” I whined. I let out a huff before walking away from him and towards Stiles’ jeep. I hopped into the blue vehicle and laid my head back. From the corner of my eye, I saw Scott pat Stiles on the back, sending him an encouraging look. Stiles smiled back and walked over to the jeep, making sure I was in before jumping into the driver’s side. He smiled at me and started the jeep, driving off to his house.
The drive was silent and the air was thick. Stiles was thinking hard about something while I was fuming. Scott knew how I felt, so why would he try to help. He doesn’t like me. We arrived rather quick.
I stepped out from the jeep, slamming the door shut, and stood outside the front door, waiting for Stiles to unlock it. He approached me slowly, still thinking, but stopped directly in front of me. I looked up at him questioningly. “Are you going to unlock the door,” I asked.
He took a deep breath before staring at me, his brown eyes showing uncertainty. “I really don’t want to screw what we have up. I couldn’t ask for someone better- besides Scott of course, but he’s different.- So, I’m just going to say it, and if you say no, then completely ignore this, and we’ll continue this or you can leave or-“
“Stiles,” I interrupted him. “Just say it.”
“Do you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime and maybe become my girlfriend,” he half-yelled quickly, closing his eyes as if afraid of my reaction.
I stared at him wide-eyed, mouth open, for a second before smiling wide. “Yes!” I yelled.
He opened his eyes in disbelief. “Yes,” he questioned, slowly becoming more and more excited. I nodded enthusiastically. He smiled happily and pulled me into a hug. “You’re not going to regret this. How about I’ll get you later tonight and take you somewhere nice.”
I smiled and nodded. He let go of me and stepped back. “Okay! I mean, okay, yeah, cool.” He said, trying to contain his excitement. I laughed a little and stepped back. “I’ll see you later,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead before trying to open the door before he realized it was still locked. He ran into it, not realizing, before backing up and smiling sheepishly, face flushed. He fumbled with his keys for a moment, unlocked it, and rushed it, slamming the door unintentionally. I let out a quiet giggle as I hear him yell a ‘yes’ out of excitement.
I shook my head happily and stepped away from the door, walking a house over to mine. Tonight was going to be an experience, that’s for sure.
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