Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Right In Front Of Me // Stiles Stilinski

Mornings had never really been an aspect of life that you grew used to. While the rising sun did manage to send waves of encouragement through you, it almost seemed impossible for you to maintain consciousness during those early hours. Not even the steaming cup of coffee sitting in your hands was enough to rejuvenate your system. A sigh began to float from your lips when it changed its mind halfway through, transforming into a long yawn instead. As you waltzed the halls of school, your hazy eyes were able to catch sight of your two best friends. The slightest charge of energy zapped at your veins upon first glance of those two lovely dorks, your pace quickening.

Once you were within proper distance, you readied yourself to release those witty words of a greeting you had already formed in your mind. However, their own separate conversation was much too intriguing to interrupt.

"So, you're meaning to tell me that you not only still like Lydia, but Malia, too?" Scott McCall, one of your nearest and dearest partners in crime, interrogated your other best friend Stiles, confusion tightly laced within his words.

"But you can't forget the deep, passionate love I harbor for Chewbacca, which will never fade." Even with his back turned to you, it was easy to tell that sarcastic Stiles had taken a dramatic pause to roll his eyes. You stifled a giggle, not only at the welcoming sight of your best friends' banter, but also at how they were so enthralled in this debate that they had yet to notice you. "Yes, Scott. C'mon, we've been over this. Twelve times now."

"Sorry, I can't help it." For an almighty powerful alpha werewolf, Scott really can be the cutest human being on the planet. You adored him for more reasons than one. The rest of your life could be spent listing off those reasons, but even in the afterlife you wouldn't be halfway done. "I just didn't really put much thought into the possibility of loving two girls at once."

"Uh-uh. No. Let me stop you right there." Stiles emphasized nearly every syllable to ensure that his best friend would not attempt to intervene in yet another one of his rambles that you could see from miles away. Scott remained quiet. Either it was out of respect or he knew just as well as you did how Stiles would get during his rants. "That's where you are wrong. I didn't say that I loved anybody, okay? I just so happened to mention my genuine interest in the both of them. No one likes a guy who jumps to conclusions, Scott. I swear, coach really needs to invest in some stronger gear for lacrosse. You know, something more impervious?"

"Stop changing the subject, Stiles." You couldn't have said it better yourself, silently nodding along with Scott. "You have to love one of them, right? You've known each of them long enough to come to that conclusion. Whether you like it or not, I know you and I certainly know how your brain—and heart—work."

"But what if you don't?" Stiles's comeback had you rolling your eyes so hard they could have potentially fallen out of your head and straight into your coffee. You knew where this was going. He had tried using this tactic on you before.

"What do you mean?" Any trace of wisdom washed from Scott's big brown eyes, perplexion filling them once again.

"What if I'm not really Stiles, huh? What if I'm really my secret twin brother from Norway that's attempting to trick you by masquerading as me?"

You chose this as the perfect time to make your presence known. "Stiles, we all know about your actual twin brother, Stuart. You can't pull that card on us anymore. Might wanna try coming up with some new material."

"Have you been standing here this whole time?"

"You betcha." A mischievous smirk danced across your visage, pausing to take a sip of the brown liquid in your hands. "You two looked like you were having enough fun on your own. Plus, I wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice me."