Just as the sun begins to set over Beacon Hills you gather up your sketch book, a few pencils, an eraser and your phone and headphones and place them into a backpack. 
You throw the backpack over your shoulder and head down stairs. 
You tell your parents that your heading out to the Beacon Hills Preserve for a while to sketch some stuff and you head out, deciding to walk since its not that far away. 

Once you get there you duck under the chain fence and make your way to the middle of the preserve and sit down under a large tree, getting out your sketch book and a pencil. 
You bring your knees up and rest your sketch book on them. You get out your phone and plug in your headphones, playing some music. 

You begin to sketch the scenery in front of you when suddenly you see a figure standing by a tree, a figure you recognized. 

"Stiles?" You call, taking out your headphones.
He begins to walk towards you and when he reaches you, you notice his eyes were red and filled with tears.
You toss your sketch book and pencil aside and stand up.
"Stiles, whats wrong?" You ask, worried.  
He shakes his head and you open your arms to him to give him a hug. He enters your arms and hugs you back but doesn't cry like you expected him to.
He breaks the hug after a moment and sits down and you join him. 

"Whats wrong?" You ask, looking up at him. 
He wipes stray tears from his cheeks, "Me and Dad had a fight." He lets out a sigh. "He said me and Scott need to stop snooping on him and his work.."
He sits there and thinks about the situation for a moment then lets out a little laugh. "I feel kind of stupid about crying over it all now, pretty lame thing to cry over." 
"Its not stupid, Stiles."
He just shrugs his shoulders. 
"Its not! What will it take for you to believe me!?" 
He thinks for a moment before giving you a mischievous smile. 
"If you kiss me, i'll believe you." 
You look down at your hands and blush, but then you look back at him and smash your lips into his.