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“Alright see you later Scott.” Stiles waved emphatically climbing out of the Jeep while Scott started walking the other way.
Stiles couldn’t help but watch his best friend's butt as he left.
Yeah—about that.
The past week has been confusing to say the least.
Stiles and Scott had been the bestest closest most wonderful friends since like 2nd grade.
So why did Stiles suddenly want the D?
Well it happened so friggin’ suddenly.
A few weeks ago, when Stiles and Scott started hanging out again, Stiles couldn’t help but notice how much his friend had changed.
For the better.
Stiles always loved Scott, everything about him.
Sweet, shy, smart, caring, and just generally a funny guy to hang out with. Scott was the coolest.
So just because Stiles liked Different Scott (with a capital D) more didn’t mean he hadn’t always thought Scott was the best it’s just—
Lately, Scott seemed more mature and his humor was more subtle and dry, he seemed tenser and grumpier than usual—okay he was being a complete dick sometimes. I mean really where did all your manners go Scott, Stiles knows they’re in there somewhere— but that was to be expected what with all the shit going down this year.
Anyway, Different Scott’s personality just seemed to fit Stiles’ in a way Scott’s never had.
Less best friend more please marry me I think I love you even though you’re being a butthole sometimes—a lot.
Anyway, once Stiles manned up and admitted to himself that he had grown a little crush on his BFF for his great personality he started noticing how Fine (with a capital F) Scott is.
Sparkly deep brown eyes framed by like, the thickest eyelashes in the whole wide world ever to exist. And his eyebrows, Scott must’ve been practicing a whole bunch in the mirror lately because suddenly Scott’s eyebrows were sex tanks. They literally shot at and blew stuff up with their sexiness, literally. He was broad and muscular. Miles of smooth tan skin. And those friggin’ dimples.
Scott McCall was pretty.
Very pretty.
Maybe it was a werewolf thing???
Whatever, as much as Stiles hated to fit into that fear that some straight guys seemed to have—that any not straight guy has a man crush on them, regardless of how long they’ve been friends—it’s not like he asked for this.
Scott was the one who went from Bemybestfriendforlife Charming to Let’sexchangeromanticblowjobsplease Charming.
So yeah anyway, Scott’s booty was lookin’ real fine running into the woods.
Where he, apparently, had plans with that butthole Derek, he said they had to search for something and probably wouldn’t be back until really late so he’d see Stiles tomorrow.
Whatever.
Have fun with Derek, Scott.
Stiles is just gonna go inside and write “Mr. Ascott James Stilinski” in all of his notebooks.
Haha.
Not really.
Well—