Love - Stiles Imagine (Part 2/2)

She came running back to me today.


Another fight broke out between her and Scott, something about her being late to their date or something? Honestly, I don't think either of them remember completely why they were fighting. They never do.


Though this time, she didn't leave after she had finished crying. She's still here. Fast asleep next to me on my bed. She's got herself tucked into my side in a way that's honestly a little uncomfortable for me but I cant bring myself to move in the fear of waking her up.


I think shes drooling. There's an odd wet patch where her face is shoved into my shirt, but its okay. Anything she does is okay because its (Y/n).


She could become some killer werewolf and it'd still be okay. That's just how she is. She's got this innocent kind of look in her eyes that kind of makes you feel like your home, even if you were half way across the world. Her hair's soft like silk, falling into her face while you fight the urge to tuck it behind her ear out of habit. Then there's her voice; soft and laced with comfort. She could talk about anything her wondrous mind could come up with and I'd listen to every last word as if she was telling me the answers to all the worlds problems, explaining the infinite to me.


Shes so beautiful, and I just want to hold her like Scott can. I want her to tell me her secrets and babble on about what shes scared of. I want to listen to her talk when she wakes me up at 3AM because she cant sleep. I want this girl.


I want what I know I can't have.


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She began to stir against my side, head rolling away from my shirt and yeah, she was definitely drooling. She groaned a little, hand coming up to brush her hair out of her face just as her eyes opened slightly. I smiled down at her sleepy state while she rolled further away from me, onto the other side of the bed then resting her head against the other pillow.


"I don't want to go back to Scott." She finally mumbled, head sweeping to the left so she could look at me.


"That's alright," I answered. "You don't have to go back so soon. Take all the time you need."


"No," She let out an exasperated sigh, moving her head to look up at the ceiling. "I don't think I want to go back to him at all."


I was lost for words at this point, not exactly sure how I was supposed to answer to what she had just said. A part of me should be jumping for joy; she wanted to break up with Scott! This was exactly what I wanted, to get a chance to finally be with her.


But I couldn't bring myself to feel that joy. Scott was in love with this girl. Her breaking up with him would shatter his heart, and as jealous as I was I never want to see my best friend go through a break up.


"Its just," She let out another sigh, head flopping to the side once again so she could look at me, "I'm just sick of fighting with him, ya'know? Every week a new one breaks out, and I'm over it. It'd be better for him and me if we broke it off. Maybe we just aren't meant to be. And I..." She trailed off, shaking her head gently against the pillow. "...I think I'm in love with someone else. In love with you."


My breath catches in my throat, and I swear my heart stopped for a split second. I look over at her with wide eyes just as she pushes herself up from the bed, moving so she her knees knocked into my side.


With a hand on my thigh she begins to lean in, eyes slipping shut as she does. I soon realized what she was doing, and nothing about it felt right.


"I can't do this," I mumbled, eyes casting to the crumpled bedspread once she pulled back. "It isn't right."


A look of hurt crosses her face momentarily before returning to her neutral expression. She nods at me before getting up off the bed. She collected her bag from my desk then headed for my bedroom door and just like that, she gives me one last glance before disappearing down the hall.


I want a girl I can't have.

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