Allison Argent was your best friend, and usually that was a great thing. More often that not, however, that meant relinquishing privacies such as who you have a crush on. And Allison decided to take matters into her own hands when she discovered that secret of yours.
"You know where to put your jacket, right?" You asked her when you both arrived at your house after school. Allison practically lived at your house, she was there so often, but you liked to make sure she was comfortable and knew where everything was, which she always did. She nodded, and you started unpacking your backpack when she suddenly cleared her throat, staring at the sweatshirt hung up behind your door. She pointed at it, cocking her head to one side.
"Isn't that Stiles' sweatshirt? From when we all went to that creepy motel? The Motel Glen Capri or something like that?" She turned to you with raised eyebrows, one hand on the red sweatshirt and one hand on her hip.
"Uh, yeah, why?" Personally, you didn't feel like it was that big of a deal. It was just a sweatshirt. Sure, you had a crush on him, but it's not like you had ever worn the sweatshirt outside.
"Oh, nothing, I just figured that you would have at least told me that you had a crush on him! That's all, no big deal, I guess," she replied, folding her arms and staring at you expectantly. You knew she was trying to guilt-trip you, and it was totally working.
"Allison, it really isn't a big deal. I don't even like him that much, honestly," you said, not looking at her since the blush on your cheeks would give you away completely.
"Then why are you blushing?" You could practically hear the satisfied smirk in her tone as you went even redder. Finally, she shrugged, flopping down onto your bed. "Okay, so if you don't like him, then he obviously likes you."
You snorted, turning in your chair to face her. "Allison, honey, as much as I'd like to believe that's true, him liking me is practically impossible. It was cold out, I was freezing and scared so I was shaking, and he offered me his sweatshirt because that's the nice thing to do. I told him I'd give it back, he said to keep it, hence why it is still in my bedroom. It's strictly platonic, even though I wouldn't mind very much if that changed."
Allison fell silent for a moment, and you knew that she was coming up with some sort of grand plan to get you to admit your feelings for him. You could almost hear the wheels turning in her head, and you cringed when she suddenly jumped up, and excited smile on her face. "So, you want the platonic thing to change, right?" You shrugged sheepishly, biting your lip. She took out her phone, tapping away at the screen. "Alright, good, so it's okay that I asked him whether or not he has a crush on you?"
You gasped, jumping out of your seat and knocking over your chair in the process. Allison clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to mask her laughter at your sudden outburst before you lunged for her phone, frantically scanning the message. Hey Stiles. So, quick random question, do you like Y/N as more than a friend or is to more of a sister type bond? Just wondering.
You groaned, "Allison, oh my god! That could not have been worse!" You sat on the edge of your bed, head in your hands. "Please just kill me now before he actually replies," you added, your voice muffled by your hands.
"Too late for that," she sang cheerfully, holding out the screen so you could see. "He's replying!"
"Oh, God," you groaned again, peeking up from your hands to look at the girl's excited face. "Did he answer yet?"
"Okay, so that is a pretty random question," she began reading, her eyes flicking across the screen. "I don't know how everyone keeps guessing. Next thing you know, Y/N'll find out before I have the chance to tell her. But yeah, I like her a lot. In the more than friendly way." Allison glanced up at you, beaming, as you stood up. She cheered, and then you were cheering, and then you were jumping up and down and cheering. "It's about time he admitted it! I see him giving you heart eyes literally all the time!"
"Oh my god, I have to text him!" You exclaimed, rushing over to your bag and rifling in it for you phone. Allison nodded, standing by your side to make sure you followed through with it as you finally decided to admit your feelings to the kid you've been crushing on for years.
