QOTD: Saddest Teen Wolf moment?
AOTD: Aiden in 3x24
You and Scott talked in fierce whispers, not wanting Stiles to hear you from upstairs.
"Scott, I'm not the one who should be doing this."
"He won't talk to me. He wants you."
"He doesn't want me."
"You broke up with him, [Y/N]. It's not like you pushed him off a cliff. He doesn't hate you, and he'll want to talk to you."
"Fine," you said. "I'll try, but I swear you wasted a call."
You turned and walked up the creaky stairs to Stiles' room. You hadn't talked to him since the break-up, and you didn't want to.
"Stiles?" You knocked on the locked door. He wasted no time in opening it.
"Hey," he said. As predicted, Scott had exaggerated how poorly he had been doing. He looked fine. "What are you doing here?"
"Scott made me come," you told him so he didn't get the wrong idea.
"Oh, well come in."
You and Stiles took seats next to each other on the bed. You had anticipated that he would speak first, but he didn't, and an awkward silence lingered for longer than it should have.
"It was bad timing," you finally said.
"What?"
"I broke up with you, and then Erica died. And then Boyd died. I know you weren't best friends with them or anything, but you talked to them a lot, and that had to hurt, so that's why I'm here I guess. Because too much has happened lately, and Scott wanted to make sure you were okay. I wanted to make sure you were okay."
Stiles shrugged. "We haven't talked since then."
"I was avoiding you."
"I know."
You sat in silence again. You wanted to get up and leave. You knew he would be okay, and you couldn't stand being around him when you weren't together because it was so different now. You couldn't even talk to him the same way.
"Why did you break up with me?"
You looked down, wishing he hadn't asked. "I don't know."
"Oh."
"I didn't stop-" you started to say, and regretted it.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You're trying to say you didn't stop loving me," he stated, like he could read your mind. "So, was it something you had wanted to do for a while or did you just wake up one morning and decide to break up with me?"
"I don't know."
"I think you do."
You sighed. "I thought there was too much going on, and I thought if I broke up with you, then nothing bad could happen, but I guess Erica and Boyd proved me wrong."
"Which basically means that you didn't want to break up with me," he said in a way that implied he knew more about you than yourself, and he was trying to explain who you were. "You wanted to break up with the supernatural."
"It didn't work," you told him, and a tear slid down your face. "Everything is still happening."
He put his hand on your leg. You hadn't realized how much you missed his touch. You hadn't even realized that you missed him until you walked into the room. You had tried so hard to hate him that you forgot who he was, and who you were.
"I can't be apart from you any more," you said quickly, and leaned in to kiss him.
He pulled back the second your lips met. "Are you sure you still love me?" He asked, suddenly questioning everything he had told you about yourself.
You pulled your shirt off over your head. "I'm sure."
Stiles took his shirt off, too, and started kissing your neck. You lay back on the bed, allowing him to have his way.
You started to undo his belt, and heard the click of the door.
"Hey, you guys wanna-" Scott walked in and froze in his tracks. "M-my eyes. I need to bleach my eyes."
Scott walked stiffly out of the room, and Stiles started laughing. You didn't laugh. You just stared up at his face, smiling, letting him teach you just how much you loved him.
