Felicity P.O.V
"Felicity?" Stuart's voice pulled me away from the setting sun. I hummed in response, looking at him questioningly. "Can I tell you something?"
"Stuart," I sighed softly. "You know you can tell me anything."
"Yeah." He nodded sheepishly before continuing. "This is really important but I know you like my brother but, I just need to tell you this. I have to get this off of my chest."
"I don't like Stiles-"
"Bull." He cut me off simply, a sad smile appearing on his face. "I see the way you look at him. I see the way he looks at you. Neither of you are very hard to read when it comes to who you like."
"That's the second time I've heard that today." I chuckled dryly, remembering my conversation with Lydia.
"Because it's true!"
"What did you have to tell me?"
"Felicity Hale." He smiled, although it never reached his eyes. "You've changed me. Before I came to Beacon, I'll admit that I was a douche. It all started after mom died. I couldn't get a plane to come here, plus, I was already at this internship for Google to get a job. It was important so I couldn't go, and it broke my heart.
"I never made it in to Google. Never got to say goodbye to my mom. So, I drank. It gave me this wonderful feeling at the time. It made me feel as if there were no problems in this screwed up world. I remember getting drunk at a party this one time, and running into a guy, Devon, I think his name was. He pulled me out to the backyard and he transformed into a werewolf. He bit me and officially messed my life up forever.
"I had to fight full moons alone. I had to train myself. I was an omega. I was so alone.
"Then you, Ms. Hale, come walking down the halls one day and fixed me. The second I saw you talking to Scott that day, I could tell that you were one of those girls that wouldn't like me, a douchebag."
"Stuart, you're not a douchebag."
"I was one."
"But not anymore."
"It feels nice hearing that from you but, don't you see where I'm getting at in the story here?" He sounded exasperated.
"Not exactly." I sighed. I rested the back of my head against the window, feeling the coolness of it through my thick hair. I closed my eyes, not wanting to even continue this conversation. Of course I know where he's going with this! I just don't want to break his heart.
"I love you, Felicity."
"What?" My head shot up so quickly you would've thought that someone plunged my head underwater for too long.
"Yes." He said firmly, staring into my eyes. "I know you like Stiles but I can't keep this from you forever."
"Stuart."
"You don't have to say anything." He waved a hand. "I just have a favor to ask you."
"Which is?"
"Can I kiss you?" He asked seriously. "I mean, you and Stiles will probably get together soon. I just want to know what it feels like to kiss you before you're officially taken."
"Y-Yeah." I nodded nervously. "I guess so."
We both leaned towards each other slowly, our faces just inches apart. My eyes fluttered shut as our lips met. It was nice and slow.
I didn't feel one thing.
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Stiles P.O.V
My heart literally broke into two. I thought Felicity liked me, not Stuart. Yes, I am spying on them. Yes, I know it's wrong. I really don't give a rat's ass though because Stuart's hands are on my girl. Well, she's not my girl . . . yet.
I was so frustrated, I felt like breaking a piece of wood with my bare hands. Even though that's not possible for a guy like me. I brought my fist down, accidentally hitting the car horn. My eyes widened and I felt my palms become drenched with my own sweat.
Felicity and Stuart both pulled apart and turned around questioningly, looking in my direction. Me, being the nervous idiot that I am, I ducked my head down. I silently prayed to the man upstairs that they wouldn't see me. Oh, of course they're going to see me! How can they not see a large Jeep sitting feet away from them?
I thought I was saved, when a knock was heard on my car window. Not expecting them to find me so quickly, I jumped and hit my head against the steering wheel. The same steering wheel that held the button that had blown my cover just seconds ago.
Rubbing my head soothingly, I looked up to see the girl that enters my dreams every night. She looked slightly annoyed, but I couldn't help but notice the look of happiness in her eyes. I rolled down my window and smiled at her, like interrupting each others' dates is a normal routine in our relationship.
"Hey, Felicity." I waved nervously. Maybe I can distract her from asking the question I have yet to find an answer to. "How've you been?"
"What're you doing here?" She crossed her arms across her chest, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. Lydia must have made her wear that.
"You look amazing." My eyes widened, as did hers. I can't believe I just said that! That thought was supposed to stay in my head, not roll off of my tongue so simply.
"T-Thanks." She smiled softly, her cheeks transforming a different color. "But what are you doing here?"
And there it is. The million dollar question.
"I . . . was . . . worried! Worried about you, silly!"
"Me?"
"Yes, you!" I gestured my hands towards her for more effect. "Scott told me that . . . uh . . . that you didn't feel well at school today. So, I came here to make sure that you were okay."
Nailed it.
"Don't you think that I could've taken care of her, Stiles?" I had never even noticed Stuart come over to us. How long had he been there?
"Cut the bull-crap, Stiles." Felicity saved me from having to answer Stuart. "What are you honestly doing here?"
An idea suddenly flew into my mind. It may be a long-shot, but it just may work. Even though it may prevent me from having any future with Felicity.
"You honestly want the truth?" I pulled my best face of embarrassment.
"Duh."
"Well," I sighed sadly. "There . . . is this girl that I like. Stuart, I know how amazing you are with girls, so I figured I'd eavesdrop on your date. You know, to give me some ideas on how to treat this girl if she'd say yes."
I silently congratulated myself, trying to ignore the indescribable look on Felicity's face right now. It looked like a mixture of sadness and guilt and jealousy.
"Stiles," Stuart stepped forward, slapping a hand onto my shoulder. "If you wanted help with a girl, you could've just asked!"
They bought it?
"I was just embarrassed. I mean, you have no trouble with girls. Then, there's me."
"Someone had to get the good traits though, right?"
"Yeah, totally." I sent him a small smile, biting back the sarcastic insults and glares.
"Well," Stuart sighed. "We'd better get going, Felicity. You'd better leave as well, Stiles."
"Yep." I smiled nervously. "See you at home, Stuart. See you tomorrow, Fel."
"Goodnight, Stiles." Felicity smiled.
Felicity P.O.V
"He is such a liar." Stuart laughed once we got in his car.
"Damn right he is."
"I liked that sad face that you pulled when he said he liked someone else." He laughed.
"Yeah." I mimicked his actions. "And Stuart?"
"Yeah?" He began to pull away from the cliff, heading straight for the road.
"You will find someone."
"You really think so?"
"I know so." I smiled.
"Thanks, Felicity." He smiled back.
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