paleandbones:
“Uh, Brett? Aren’t we supposed to hate each other? I mean, a kiss on the cheek isn’t what enemies do”
(He’s flustered && Totally glad that happened)
"Enemies?" Brett snorted, pulling away from Stiles while his fingers were still touching his chin. "Oh, you mean in lacrosse? Come on, Stiles. It's sports. Not war."









