{SCOTT'S POV}
"What am I doing here?" I groaned quietly to myself as I looked at couple beside me drunkenly grinding to the music. I tore my eyes from them running a frustrated hand through my hair as the music from the stereo boomed in my ear. The strobe lights were starting to mess with my eyes and the giant crowd of people wasn't exactly helping the whole 'enjoyment' of the party.
The fact of the matter is that Stiles has always wanted to come to one of these high school parties, but we never get invited to them. Honestly I would've been fine going my whole life without attending one of these things. Anyway, needless to say, when Stiles heard that someone from another School was throwing an open invite party he was about to explode with joy. He begged and begged for me to come with him and like the great friend that I am I gave in. That was my first mistake.
My second mistake was letting Stiles get drunk as fuck. Watching him stumble all over himself was quite entertaining but it was obvious that he was going to eventually get himself hurt, so I told him we were going to leave. He freaked out and ran off on me. My third mistake was that I didn't chase after him.
I was fed up. He gets completely hammered and expects me to keep him in one piece. Him flirting it up with the girls who were standing right beside their macho boyfriends, and me having to talk to the guys so they would beat his ass. Me having to catch him every time he almost fell down the stairs.
I was sick of playing baby sitter for the majority of the party, so when he ran I just stood there and let him. I know it was stupid of me seeing as he's bound to get himself into some deep shit, but I was just done.
I was done with baby sitting him. I was done with all of the sluts throwing themselves at me. I was done with the strong scent of beer attacking my nose. I was done with the loud music that was killing my ears, and I was definitely done with all the people dry humping everywhere. I was done with everything about this party...... and yet I stayed...... for him.
As pissed as I was at Stiles for getting drunk, when he promised me he wouldn't, I just couldn't find it in me to leave him here by himself. I always felt so damn protective over him and I had no idea why. I knew I shouldn't even have come to this damn party, but I knew Stiles would have come anyway, and that's the reason why I came as well. I wasn't about to let him come to this thing alone.
I had no idea why I felt this way anyway. I mean he's 17, he can take care of his damn self, but something in my head refused to let me accept that.
I eventually pushed myself off of the wall I had been leaning against and made my way over to the stairs, the one place I saw him go when he ran off. I had just reached the bottom of the stairs when this girl that couldn't be any older than 15 appeared out of nowhere.
She was dressed in a really tight short skirt and a shirt that showed way too much cleavage and stomach. I don't know why but everything about the girls that threw themselves at me during the party just repulsed me. Hell, I wasn't even very attracted to Allison anymore. I have no fucking idea why.
"Hey hottie" she purred in a drunken slur "what'd ya say to me and you going upstairs and finding an open bedroom?"
"I'm going upstairs, but not with you" I snapped and she pulled away from playing with them hem of my shirt to look at me in shock. She probably isn't used to being turned down, but I don't give a shit because all I could think about was finding Stiles and getting out of here.
"I promise you won't be disappointed babe" she cooed "I'm really great at what I do." She tried to seductively unbutton my shirt but I just slapped her hands away.
"Stop slutting it up and go find a shirt to cover up that shit" I growled totally annoyed at this point. She gave me and astounded look and I just rolled my eyes pushing past her toward the stairs. I knew I was a bit too harsh on her, but I wasn't exactly in the mood to be dealing with her. I just wanted to find Stiles and go home.
I finally made my way upstairs and just like down stairs there were a bunch of people making out and dry humping each other. I groaned as I pushed my way down the hall. I looked all around upstairs but I couldn't find a sign of Stiles anywhere. Sighing I decided to splash some water on my face to calm my angry demeanor. I made my way over to the bathroom and as I pushed the cracked door slightly more open than it already was I wanted to freak out at the scene in front of me.
Some guy had Stiles pushed up against the bathroom wall in a full on make out session with him. I was angry, but not at Stiles. I was mad at this guy kissing Stiles and I suddenly just wanted to beat the shit out of him. He had no right to kiss Stiles. I lurched forward grabbing the guy by the back of the shirt and pushed him into the empty bathtub.
"What the hell" the guy growled at me and I just glared at him.
"You were making out with Stiles, that what the hell" I snapped "so fuck you." Suddenly without warning I grabbed Stiles by the collar and began dragging him down the hall and out to the car. Stiles seemed completely dazed and out of it so I didn't even bother trying to talk to him as I pushed him into my car and climbed into the drivers seat. I rested my head on the steering wheel fuming when Stiles spoke up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Stiles groaned as I began to pull out of the driveway.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" I quiz angrily as I keep my eyes glued on the road "I don't know maybe because I saw that guy kissing you."
"What's the big deal Scott" Stiles snapped still a little drunk "do you have a problem with two guys kissing?!"
"Of course I don't but he was forcing himself upon you" I defended as kept trying to take deep breaths to calm myself.
"How are you so sure that he was forcing himself on me?" Stiles countered "how do you know that I wasn't enjoying myself."
"I, uh, well" I stammering in frustration and anger "he just was, I don't know how to explain it."
"Of course, I knew you'd freak out if you found out" Stiles grumbled, folding his arms with an angry stare out the window.
"Freak out if I found out what?" I asked in a confused but still bitter tone.
"Have you seriously not put two and two together" Stiles snapped "Scott you found me making out with a guy in a bathroom and I'm not even acting upset about it. I'm gay Scott and I didn't tell you because I knew you'd be pissed." Shock entered my system as I pulled the car to the side of the road.
"You think I'm pissed because you're gay?!" I asked incredulously.
"Obviously" he yelled slightly "I mean it explains why your being a complete dick."
"Really Stiles" I groaned "I'm not pissed that your gay!"
"Oh really" Stiles shot back "then why do you keep yelling at me!?" It was at that moment that I realized I had been yelling at him.
"I...." I just trailed off unsure of why I was yelling at him.
"You what?" he quizzed with an irritated tone to his voice.
"I..... I don't know" I mumbled as I looked away from him.
"Of course, you don't know" he sighed "I'm just gonna walk home." He turned toward the door in a gesture to open it and I just grabbed his arm spinning him around. I just saw the hint of surprise in his face before I smashed my lips down onto his.
Stiles was a bit tense at first but he soon fell into the kiss and tangled his fingers in my messy hair. I had my arms gripped firmly to Stiles waist. I was basically hovering over his figure with my lips pressed to his and I kind of liked it. No, scratch that, I loved it.
We eventually pulled away and I felt heat of embarrassment rise to my cheeks at what I'd just done. I turned away to face the window. I wanted to scream at how stupid that was. I'm sure Stiles has never looked at me that way and now I just feel stupid for kissing him. I felt tears of embarrassment threatening to spill from my eyes as I waited for his words of rejection and anger, but they never came. He just remained silent, and somehow that was worse.
"I'm sorry" I murmured as I continued facing the window and biting my lip. I heard him shifting his position before he finally spoke up.
"Well I'm not" he whispered as he grabbed my shoulder and forced me to turn and face him. I cast my gaze downward in an attempt to hide my embarrassing watery eyes but he was quick to grab my chin and raise it so I was looking right into his eyes.
He slowly raised one hand and rested it on my cheek, brushing away my few stray tears in the process. He gave me a small half smile before finally speaking again.
"I'm defiantly not sorry" he stated before leaning forward and I felt his lips on mine for the second time that night. In no time our lips started to move in sync and it was my turn to tangle my hands in his short hair. He kept his hands firm on my cheeks as we kissed and when he pulled away he rested his forehead on mine. His sweet scented breath mixed with mine as we just sat there like that.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that" Stiles said with a small smile and I couldn't help but smile as well.... and then his lips were back on mine.
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Hey guys, so here is a Scott/Stiles one shot for you all. This idea came to me as I was sitting on the bus of all places. It's weird how inspiration can just hit you so randomly sometimes, haha. Thanks for the read and I promise to have another update out soon. ^_^