Stiles: You kissed her, Scott, Okay? You kissed Lydia.
That’s my, like the one girl that I hav- and, you know, the past three hours, I’ve been thinking, it’s probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing, and tomorrow, he’ll be totally back to normal.
He probably won’t even remember what a complete dumbass he’s been. A son of a bitch, a freaking, unbelievable piece of crap friend.
Scott: She kissed me.
Stiles: What?
Scott: I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me.
