This one is for Stiles_Lover
Your relationship with Stiles took a turn for the worst after he and Scott saved Malia. He paid little attention to you and never followed through on plans to be with you. "Hey babe." Stiles walked into your house confidently as if you didn't plead with him to come over just hours before. You look over your laptop screen for only a second and continue typing. "What's wrong?" He reaches out to touch your arm, you close your laptop and look him in the eye.
"What's wrong? Hmm I don't know, maybe the fact that my boyfriend would rather spend time with a random girl he's just met instead of his girlfriend. Maybe the fact that you've cancelled every plan we've made this week." Your eyes burn as you try to hold back tears. "If she's more important than your relationship, go be with her." You get up from your chair and start for the staircase but Stiles grabs your arm.
"I don't want to be with her, I'm sorry for cancelling on you so much. We had to help her control her shifts and the full moon was last night-" You shake your arm free and laugh. "There's always an excuse. I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to be in a relationship where my boyfriend goes running the second she calls."
His face falls as he realizes you're breaking up with him, "Tiffany, please I-" You shake your head, "Please leave." You turn and let tears fall from your eyes as you walk up the stairs. You hear the door slam behind you.
You park your car beside a familiar blue Jeep and sigh. Parking next to Stiles had become a habit of yours. You look up to see him sitting with his head on his steering wheel, he had been waiting for you to arrive. You try to make a quick exit but the handle of your bag gets caught on the passenger side arm rest. Tugging on it only seemed to make it worse, "Can I help?" The voice caused the hairs on the back of your next to stand, you shook your head. "No, Stiles, I don't need any help." Your bag slips from your grasp and flings itself back into the car. You stand up straight and move from his way. He grabs your bag with ease and turn to face you.
"Can we talk? I've been thinking a lot about what you said." He holds your bag to his chest, you sigh after realizing he would hold it captive until you said yes. "Okay, do you want to sit?" You gesture to his Jeep, he nods. After closing and locking your door, you climb into his Jeep.
" I have been a really shitty boyfriend lately and I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner. I have a strong urge to help my friends but I ended up ignoring you when you needed me. I know it doesn't matter how much I apologize, it doesn't make up for the time we've lost, I'm just asking you to forgive me." You rest your hand against his and feel him relax. Your heart races.
"I don't want to sit here and watch my boyfriend fall in love with another girl. I can't sit back and slowly fade into the background, waiting for you to realize you want her." He looks up, tears rushing down his face. He shakes his head aggressively, over and over until he can find the words. "I don't want to be with her. Not now, not ever. It's you. I want you. Please don't leave me." His hand begins to shake under yours, you bring your other hand to his cheek.
"You're okay. I'm not going anywhere. I'm also not asking you to choose me over everything, just asking for you to be more mindful. Send me a text or call if something important comes up." He nods as you kiss his hand. "I promise." He wipes his eyes with his sleeve and smiles. He leans forward and presses his warm lips to yours, "I missed you."
You smile and pull him into a hug, "Do you want to come over tonight? I can make dinner." He lets out a sigh, "Actually Malia needs me tonight." You pull away to see a giant smile plastered on his face, you smack his arm and laugh.
"You're a jerk." He pulls you in again, "I love you too."