It was you and Stiles. You saw your freckled friend close his eyes tight, and leaned your head onto his shoulder. Scott snuck in, Stiles was with Lydia the whole night, Jackson was a jerk, you were left alone the entire night, and Lydia got attacked by Peter. Which resulted in you getting scratched deep on your arm. Stiles was holding your nearly unconscious body in the backseat, letting you lay across his lap. You cried upon seeing him, weakly holding your arms out for him to hug you.
Your pain washing away as soon as he held you in his arms. Sitting next to your bed and laying his head on the sheets. He accidentally fell asleep before you did, so you spent half an hour just running your fingers over his buzz cut and thinking about the life you had.
I mean, come on, a lizard? Of course it was him. So you saw Stiles lose his mind in the middle of the party, and dragged him outside. He kept mumbling on about disappointing his father, which made you cry.
Your limp body was tied to a chair for the entire night, and you had to watch him pull a gun on Stiles, and shoot Scott. Big back to school shopping spree - you were nervous going back to school after the shitty way last year ended, but Stiles constantly assured you that it would all be okay - you complained to him constantly about the awkwardness of being friends with both Scott and Allison, and how you barely mentioned one around the other. While you were snap chatting her about your Stiles problems - when you stopped at a rest stop so Allison could stitch up Scott, you were freaking out outside the bathroom, but Lydia and Isaac had no idea how to comfort you - Stiles had rushed over and held you in his arms, cradling your head against his chest and cooing softly to you.
The thought of Stiles… him being gone… it killed you. When Stiles shakily nodded, laying down with you, Noah left the room. A lot those days. Like a twig actually. Did you actually lose your mind?! You stood silently with them as he checked in, holding his hand so tight you wondered if he was in any pain.
Lydia had offered a million times to conceal the bags under your eyes, and Allison offered a million times to take you shopping. Kira even invited you over for a sleepover. You cried into his neck, your body crushing his chest.
Sometimes all three - but you were somewhat friends with Malia. Since when did she go for freshmen? But Lydia would back him up with something snarky - when in Mexico, watching Stiles let Malia dance dirty with him, went right on the list of things that would haunt your dreams. And you were wedged between the younger version of Derek Hale, and Lydia on your other side - young Derek was hitting on you, and you just let it happen. At one point he had himself leaning against you, both arms caging you against the wall.
Maybe tell him your true feelings, or just talk, because he had to notice the change in your relationship, right? His eyes were stuck down on his shoes. Again, you smiled a little bit at him. There was a certain hype that came with college applications. You never questioned her loyalty - but one day you were telling her and Malia about a university in Maine called Colby. How great it seemed, but how you had other options that would keep you and the pack closer to Beacon Hills.
You may have gotten a little vocal about the situation. Lydia and Malia ran off as soon as you were looking away. Your hands wrapped around his forearms. You held onto him tighter, and he looked at you. It surprised everyone, but it made you happy. Friends were important to keep close in this town - Stiles called you later that night. You fell asleep crying in his arms, and him cooing and hushing you while running his fingers through your hair.