It's Not Your Fault// Stiles

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You climbed the stairs of your best friend's house, grinning as you got to the top. You knocked on his door before opening it.

"Stilless." You sung quietly, his motionless body lying on the bed. You thought maybe he was asleep but when you laid your hand on his back and he turned around the face you, his eyes weren't tired, they were sad.

"What's the matter?" You pouted, jumping over his body and beside him, propping your head up on the bed with your elbow.

"I don't think it's anything really." He shrugged.

"Seriously, tell me what's wrong." You said, leaning closer to him.

"Fine," he said, looking into your eyes. "There's been so much..damage and pain with Scott being a werewolf and it just thought maybe it was my fault."

"What? Stiles that's ridiculous."

"I shouldn't have taken him in the woods that night."

"Stiles," you put your hand on his shoulder. "If you asked Scott if he could take it all back, I'm almost positive he would say no."

He smiles slightly, nodding his head. "Thank you."

You smiled and pulled the blanket over you two's bodies and cuddling into his chest.

No better way to end the day than cuddling it with your best friend.

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