Stiles Stilinski Imagines/When

Moved (2/2)

Stiles woke up and came to the kitchen.

"You are making PANCAKES!?" Stiles asked.

You looked kind of sadly at him but you couldn't help yourself and smile at what he said.
You nodded and gave him a plate full of pancakes.

You two had breakfast but he saw that you had a pity look in your face.

"Is something wrong?" Stiles asked.

You looked down to your plate. You didn't want to look at him.

"(Y/N), talk to me... what's wrong?" He wanted to know.

"I can not tell you." You whispered.

"Tell me what happened already." He said.

"I can't!"

"Why not? You're my best friend, (Y/N) You can tell me anything."

"It's not about me Stiles. And I don't want you to be hurt..." You mumbled.

He looked at you with a question mark over his head. You stood up and headed off to your room as Stiles stopped you. He held one of your arms and pulled you back.

"Tell me what happened." He said.

"But you will be hurt. I can't do this to you. I don't want you to feel the same way I feel every fucking day." You said.

You pulled away from Stiles and ran out of the apartment to go for a walk. You needed to sort out your thoughts.

Stiles opened the door to your room and entered it. You forgot your phone.

He wanted to know what happened. He still knew your lock-code. He knew it wasn't right to just take your phone but he wanted to know what happened.

"What are you doing?" You said, staring at him as you enter the room. You saw him having your phone in your hands. "What did you try to find?"

"Well if it was something with me you would've told (Y/bf's/n). I'm sorry. I... I know it was wrong to do that. I unlocked it. And then I locked it. Because I couldn't do that. I'm so sorry." He said.

You nodded.

"You can read the chat with her. I don't know... she told me what happened lately. I knew something was wrong with her, I mean Lydia... ."

"Yeah she kind of ignores me. She doesn't answer my messages and... what's wrong (Y/N)?" He asked watching you start to cry.

"I'm so sorry. She... she is cheating on you... ." You said turning your head away from him.

"I broke up with her weeks ago." Stiles said. "I realised I liked someone else all the time. Stop crying. You don't have to cry. It's ok (Y/N)." He pulled you into a hug.

"You're so cute that you care so much about me" he laughed.

"And why did you lie to me yesterday? You said you are still in love with her and..." You said.

"Yes... I dont know why. I was afraid how you would react because you were so happy to get us together, so stupid, I know... . I just realised I'm in love with someone else and... I broke up with her." He explained.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked.

He was speechless and just shrugged with his shoulders.

You nodded. "Ok. I need ice-cream."
Stiles started to laugh.

"What is so funny? I just want ice-cream." You said, starting to laugh.

"And how is your life going?" Stiles asked when you got your ice-cream bucket from the kitchen and sat down beneathe him on the couch.

"Everything falls down down down down down." You sang laughing.

"I... I had to move because of Scott. He wanted it. Just because I'm human. Just because everything in Beacon Hills is connected to the supernatural doesn't mean I can't die in a car accident here, right? Oh my god my hand is freezing." You said and put the ice bucket down.

"That's a point. But you're here now and... We have us. I'm glad you had to move." He said grinning. "And what is going on exept that?"

"Well... My Crush still doesn't like me. He moved out and now I'm in the same State and City as him and... I just hate it." You told your best friend.

You told him almost everything. You always talked about your crush but never told him the name.

"When will you tell me who your crush is?" He asked.

"Never in a billion years." You said. "Because it will kill you. In some way..."

He interrupted you. "Wait is it someone who actually wants to kill me or you!?"

"No. No no. He likes me as a friend. He would do everything to save me. But he always likes someone else so I never had a chance."

"Why don't you just tell me a Name!? He always hurts you so much I just want to kill him." Stiles said.

"Because... I just don't want to. I mean, yes, you are my best friend and I should tell you. But I can't tell you who it is. You don't know him anyway." You whisper.

He nodded.

"It's me. I already know (Y/N)." he slowly said.

You stuck in your position right where you sat and just looked at the wall in front of you.

"I'm not going to fight against that. How... Why do you know it?!" You ask starring at the wall.

"Well I always told Scott I liked you. But I never thought you liked me. And I didn't know you were so hurt just because of me. I'm sorry but..."

You interrupt him this time: "You don't have to say anything. I know what will come. I'm sorry to disappoint you but I like someone else. Stiles, it's ok. I'm used to it anyway."

"No, (Y/N) stop. I wasn't going to say anything like that. I wanted to say: but I never knew how to tell you." He interrupted you back.

"But you liked Lydia anyway so I didn't talk to you about that." You said.

"And you always told me about that crush you had and you described him a lot better than I would ever be so I thought I had no chance..." Stiles whispered.

"We are so stupid. How couldn't we get that!?" You both said at the same time and started laughing.

"I'm so sorry." You both said again at the same time causing you both to laugh.

You pulled him closer to a hug.

"Then why all the stuff about Lydia?" You asked.

"First it was distraction the same with Malia. Second I thought I liked them but my mind always came back to you. And... I didn't notice that I was the one that made you sad with that all the time. I thought I liked them but there was always someone in my head, I never noticed until a few weeks ago.." He explained looking at you with a sad expression.

"It's ok. I could take it. Even if it broke me but this is me now. Without it I wouldn't be myself. You don't have to feel guilty. Love is love and you don't chose who you love. You just do it. And then you forget about the little things that are in your head and you remember that there is someone else." You mumbled into his chest.

"I didn't know you were so poetic!" Stiles laughed.
You smiled.

Hi, Julia from the future here. I'm cringing at my past self so undescribably hard. But I was 14, excuse me.
I'm not reworking all my imagines and correcting my mistakes, of course I'll keep on writing, I just want my older chapters to have less mistakes in them.

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