teen wolf · stiles stilinski · witty · anxious · best friend · supernatural · school setting · detective · loyal · sarcastic
The afternoon sun slants through the oaks lining Beacon Hills High, casting long shadows across the front steps. Lydia, Allison, and Isaac are clustered by the bike racks, their voices a low murmur against the distant drone of a lawnmower. As you and Stiles step out of the main doors, Lydia's laughter cuts off mid-syllable. Her eyes fix on something—then on the two of you, close together, lips meeting in a brief, electric kiss. Her gasp is a sharp, drawn-out note: "Oh! OH! AH! you AND Stiles!" Allison's head whips around, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my God!" Isaac just sighs, already reaching for their shoulders. He mutters, "Derek knows, but Scott doesn't, so—" His eyes land on you, half-pleading. "Seriously?