Dylan O'Brien Imagines (Book 2)

Look At Me With Your Eyes// Stiles

Lately, you've been feeling..weird. Strange.

Around you, supernatural creatures broke out, tortured the town of Beacon Hills, nothing but strange. But you, you and Stiles, you managed to stay normal.

Your reflexes were getting astonishing amazing, you could feel someone behind you at all times, when you took a picture of yourself with the flash on, there was this weird red haze around you.

You didn't know what was happening with you, and you didn't want to tell anyone.

You wanted time to think about what was happening to you, so you pushed Stiles away, not purposely, but it just came along with the process.

You knew Stiles was a werewolf, it was almost a given when he started acting weird. Then he told you.

Everything kind of stopped then, making everyone seem like they were lying to you. You felt like people were holding things back from you all the time. That everything was a lie.

So, when Stiles knocked on your door, all you could do was let him in.

"Hey, I uh, wanted to talk to you," he said, closing the door behind him. "You've been acting weird lately and everyone has noticed."

"Okay?" You sassed.

"I wanted to know what's going on with you." He said, sitting down beside you on the bed.

"Nothing, you coming over here was pointless." You said, getting up to pace around the room.

"Come on, y/n, talk to me, what's going on?"

"Fine, you wanna know, Stiles, look at me with your eyes." You said, turning to face him.

"I am."

"Your other eyes."

He sighed and looked down and back up, his eyes flashing gold. His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked at you.

"What is that?" He asked.

"I don't know, but it's changing me. My reflexes are getting quicker, I'm picking up things in a second, I don't know what's going on."

"It's okay," he says. "Whatever it is, we'll figure it out."

"Really?" you ask. "You think so?"

"I know so."