DEAD MAN!
CHAPTER TWENTY.
i know what you are.▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
ADRIAN NERVOUSLY PLAYED WITH HIS HANDS AS HE WALKED HIS WAY UP THE STILINSKI'S DRIVEWAY. After talking to his sister last night and staring at his ceiling for hours straight, the redhead finally made the bold decision.
He was going to tell Stiles how he felt.
In preparation, he had written a note which was currently tucked in the pocket of his jeans. In the note, was a letter of how he felt towards the hazel eyed boy. He had wrote it in case he was unable to tell the boy verbally . . . and it would help make an easy escape plan if it backfired.
"Hey, Stiles." Adrian recited the speech he had been saying to himself in the mirror all over, wanting it to be perfect. "Long time no see huh? . . . that sounded stupid." He mumbled.
"Um, listen, the reason I'm here . . . is because I haven't been completely honest with you and quite frankly- a complete jerk. The truth is . . . I like you. I have one hundred percent fallen for your honey hazel brown eyes and sarcastic asshole of a personality- I even like your stupid buzzcut I've made fun of so many times in the past!"
"Stiles Stilinski, you have made me feel things I never thought I'd feel with anyone. You made me feel like I was more than Lydia Martin's brother who's good at lacrosse. You made me feel . . . like me. No matter how many times I rehearsed this in my bedroom, nothing could truly explain my feelings about you; mainly because I'm still trying to figure them out myself. But I want to find out. I want to find out . . . with you; as my boyfriend."
When the redhead finished and stood at the front door, he took a deep breath. This is it. And with no regrets, he tapped on the door.
Stiles almost tripped over his own two feet opening the door, smiling widely when he saw the familiar Martin despite his initial shock. "Adrian! Hey! W-What are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy to see you, of course."
"I-I needed to talk to you." The hazel eyed boy was taken back by the sudden shyness emitting from him. "Can I come in?"
"Of course." Stiles allowed him access, leading him up into his room where he plopped back on his desk chair.
Adrian was just about to take a seat on the bed too, when a sudden a dark figure came into his view. The lacrosse player jumped, calming down when he realised it was just Derek Hale. Part of him hates how used he is to the older werewolf's presence now.
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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 , stiles stilinski ¹
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