You walked into Stiles' house without knocking. He was accustomed to you coming in unannounced- to talk, to laugh, because you were bored.
Tonight you had been locked out of your house.
"Stiles!" You yell to your best friend, letting him know you were there.
"[Y/N]?" Stiles comes down the stairs. "It's late."
"I got locked out," you explain. "Can I sleep over?"
"Yeah," Stiles says as if it's the stupidest question ever asked. He turns and walks back up the stairs, you following.
Stiles was already in his pajamas. It looked like you had woken him up.
"Are you gonna sleep in that?" Stiles asked. Normally you would borrow something, but you were already wearing sweats.
"Yeah," you answer as the two of you get under the covers and into the bed.
"Good night," Stiles says quickly, reaching over to turn off the lamp. You hear it click as Stiles settles back in.
The two of you lay back to back. "Stiles," you groan.
"What?" He asks in the same tone of voice.
"You're hogging the blankets."
"I need them more," Stiles says back.
"No," you argue. Then add, "My boobs are cold."
Stiles froze for a second, trying to think of a comeback. "My dick is cold."
"So is mine."
Stiles let go of the blanket, laughing. You wrapped yourself inside and closed your eyes. Not ten minutes later, Stiles spoke again. "Are you awake?"
You were too tired to respond, so you remained silent.
"I like you," Stiles says.
"What?" You ask groggily, sitting up.
"Nothing," Stiles says quickly. "I thought you were asleep." He remained facing the wall.
"No," you put your hand on his arm. "It's okay. We've known each other for ten years. This had to happen. That's why we like each other."
"We like each other?" Stiles turns to face you.
"Yeah," you smile, but it's too dark for him to see. "You're my best friend. You know me better than me."
You then turned back around, rested your head on your pillow and prepared to sleep.
"This isn't the vision," Stiles says.
"What?" You ask, again groggy.
"We just told each other we like each other, and then you turn to the wall and sleep. This isn't how it's supposed to happen."
You flipped around again to face him, and place a gentle kiss on his lips. He makes a strange noise, between pleasure and surprise.
When you pull away, he says, "You didn't brush your teeth."
"I forgot," You whisper, giggling.
"Goodnight," he says. And when he thinks you're asleep you hear: "I love you."
