Dylan O'Brien Imagines (Book 2)

Eavesdropping// Stiles

You stood in the middle of your bedroom, talking with Stiles.

"So Scott is hanging out with Kira and Lydia is helping Malia study, so it's just us two." Stiles said, laying back on your bed.

Just as you were about to pick out a movie, a knock from downstairs rang out.

"I'll get it, you choose a movie real quick." You said, running down the stairs.

You opened the door, revealing your boyfriend, Marc.

"Hey, Marc, I thought you had a family thing tonight?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Imagine both halves of my family together," he said, coming in, kissing your cheek. "Not pretty."

"Hey, who is it?" Stiles said, coming down the stairs.

You sighed, secretly cringing to yourself. These two hated each other like fire and ice. 

"Oh, you." Stiles said, staying in his spot on the stairs.

"Y/n, do you mind if we talk?" Marc said before looking at Stiles. "In private."

"Uh, yeah." You said, mouthing a 'sorry' to Stiles before following Marc to a bathroom.

You closed the door, crossing your arms.

"Are you and Stiles sleeping together?"

You laughed before trailing off. "You're serious?"

"I mean, he's always over here or you're always together," he says, shaking his head. "And I see the way he looks at you, he wants you."

"Marc, you're being ridiculous."

"You love him."

"Well no shit Sherlock, he's my best friend."

"Is he?"

You rolled your eyes, turning to leave the bathroom. You opened the door, Stiles falling forward.

You pushed past him, opening your front door. 

"Would you like some water?" Stiles asked sarcastically.

"No, Marc was just leaving," you said. "Isn't that right?"

Marc shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

"When you cool down, we'll talk, reasonably." You said.

He walked to the door, stopping in the doorway. "You two have fun together."

You slammed the door, rolling your eyes.

Stiles pulled a bag of popcorn from the microwave, shaking the butter around in it.

"You okay?"

"I know you were listening," you said to the brown eyed boy. "So I'm assuming you know what we were fighting about."

"I only got the last part."

"He thinks we're sleeping together."

Stiles choked on a piece of popcorn, coughing.

"What?"

"Do we act like we sleep together?"

"What? No- I mean, I don't know." Stiles said.

"Do you like me Stiles?" You asked, walking over to him.

"I mean, you're my best friend, I'd do anything for you."

"So, that's a yes?"

You chuckled, taking his hand and grabbing the popcorn. 

"I like you too, Stiles," you said, leading him up the stairs. "So, did you pick a movie?"