The Mess I Made.
Seven.
Emilia
"Hello, Peter." I said without a glance upward as I sorted through my mail.
I was becoming painfully aware of his presence as he popped up over and over again around my apartment.
"You have avoided my nephew for over two weeks now and twiddle dee and twiddle dumb haven't shown up. What exactly are you up to?"
"Nothing, noting at all, just giving everyone some space since I seem to not deserve to fall in love with anyone." I said muttering the last part to myself as I made eye contact with him.
"Ah, you and my nephew do have that odd tendency of punishing yourselves when it's not needed." He smirked.
I glared at him.
"What do you want, Peter?"
"Ohh feisty, I like it, sadly I want nothing. I'm just watching the sad tale that is your love life." He said nonchalantly leaning against his mail box.
"What love life?" I said feigning ignorance before smirking and whacking him on the head with my newspaper.
Peter followed behind me as I walked to the staircase and up, but he said nothing. That worried me. A quiet Peter is not a good Peter, ever since I was small I've known that. When he's quiet he's scheming, although I'm sure he just schemes all the time anyway.
"Could you give Derek a chance?"
Like I said, scheming.
I turned to face him as we reached the last step.
"Why should I?" I glared.
"That's cute, you're trying to be menacing, and you know exactly why. He didn't want to be what he is, but he had no choice in it, he didn't mean to hurt you." Peter pleaded.
I furrowed my brows.
"Did he put you up to this?"
"No."
Not a single jump in is heartbeat, he was actually trying to do something nice. If something as trivial as this swayed him than Derek must be really bad. I frowned and looked back at Peter's green eyes.
"Fine, but I'm not going to him. I've had a lifetime of that already."
He smiled, a genuine smile then patted my shoulder before turning and going back down the staircase. I sighed and walked back up to my room, but when I reached the door I paused. On the floor in front of my door was Stiles, crouched in a ball. His hair gleamed from the light above my door.
"Stiles?"
He lifted his head from his knees and smiled weakly at me. I furrowed my brows at him as he shakily rose from the ground.
"Wanna come in?" I asked cautiously, still confused as to why he was just here.
He nodded eagerly and I smiled a bit stepping around him to unlock the door. It was odd for him to be so quiet and quite… unnerving. He closed the door behind himself and looked me in the eyes.
"You know I've had this crush on a girl since third grade-"
"Stiles…" I cut him off, but he shook his head.
"Let me finish."
I nodded.
"Like I said I had a crush on this girl for almost 7 years now, and all this time I felt sorry for myself thinking. Why am I never an option for her or for anyone? Why doesn't anyone want me? And I realized that it's not that no one wants me or that I was never an option. It's because I never made myself an option. So I'm done doing nothing. You might hate me for this, but I can't just sit back and watch you watch him and lose again."
Before I had the chance to say anything Stiles grabbed my face and crashed his lips down on mine. His lips were cold and they moved fast and awkwardly on mine, but instead of pulling away I relaxed. I let him have this because I knew exactly what it was like to love someone and feel like there was nothing I could do.
"Uh so I really hope this doesn't make anything awkward and I understand if you still have a thing for Derek because yeah unrequited love's a bitch and all that good stuff-"
"Stiles."
"Y-Yes."
"I don't feel awkward and we can still be friends." I assured him with a smile.
"But don't think just because you caught me off guard means you can just kiss me whenever you want." I added flicking the tip of his nose.
He smiled and I noted to myself that he was adorable when he smiled.
"Um ok well I'm gonna go now, I'm sure my dad is looking for me, so yeah." He said awkward grinning to himself as he sauntered toward the door.
I stood in my living room watching as he fumbled with the door knob finally opening it to reveal… Derek. Of all people. I know Peter wanted me to make up with him, but I didn't think he'd work that quick.
"Stiles?"
I cringed, I could hear the despair in his voice as he looked down at the pale boy, and then it hit me. Stiles was exactly that, a boy, and he was a boy that I had kissed. I suddenly felt like I'd stolen his purity.
"Derek." He said, nonchalantly crossing his arms over his chest.
"Leave." Derek growled, suddenly the smell of his rage filled the room in waves.
"I was just about to, but a wet sour wolf appeared in the doorway that I was about to walk out of." He replied wittily.
I rubbed my forehead.
Stiles, now is not the time for your wit.
They both stared each other down, and suddenly I understood why those animal documentaries had such intense music when males stared each other down. It was like a full on testosterone battle was taking place in my doorway and I was stuck in shock ruminating over one question.
How the hell did my nonexistent love life turn into this?
"Hello, Peter." I said without a glance upward as I sorted through my mail.
I was becoming painfully aware of his presence as he popped up over and over again around my apartment.
"You have avoided my nephew for over two weeks now and twiddle dee and twiddle dumb haven't shown up. What exactly are you up to?"
"Nothing, noting at all, just giving everyone some space since I seem to not deserve to fall in love with anyone." I said muttering the last part to myself as I made eye contact with him.
"Ah, you and my nephew do have that odd tendency of punishing yourselves when it's not needed." He smirked.
I glared at him.
"What do you want, Peter?"
"Ohh feisty, I like it, sadly I want nothing. I'm just watching the sad tale that is your love life." He said nonchalantly leaning against his mail box.
"What love life?" I said feigning ignorance before smirking and whacking him on the head with my newspaper.
Peter followed behind me as I walked to the staircase and up, but he said nothing. That worried me. A quiet Peter is not a good Peter, ever since I was small I've known that. When he's quiet he's scheming, although I'm sure he just schemes all the time anyway.
"Could you give Derek a chance?"
Like I said, scheming.
I turned to face him as we reached the last step.
"Why should I?" I glared.
"That's cute, you're trying to be menacing, and you know exactly why. He didn't want to be what he is, but he had no choice in it, he didn't mean to hurt you." Peter pleaded.
I furrowed my brows.
"Did he put you up to this?"
"No."
Not a single jump in is heartbeat, he was actually trying to do something nice. If something as trivial as this swayed him than Derek must be really bad. I frowned and looked back at Peter's green eyes.
"Fine, but I'm not going to him. I've had a lifetime of that already."
He smiled, a genuine smile then patted my shoulder before turning and going back down the staircase. I sighed and walked back up to my room, but when I reached the door I paused. On the floor in front of my door was Stiles, crouched in a ball. His hair gleamed from the light above my door.
"Stiles?"
He lifted his head from his knees and smiled weakly at me. I furrowed my brows at him as he shakily rose from the ground.
"Wanna come in?" I asked cautiously, still confused as to why he was just here.
He nodded eagerly and I smiled a bit stepping around him to unlock the door. It was odd for him to be so quiet and quite… unnerving. He closed the door behind himself and looked me in the eyes.
"You know I've had this crush on a girl since third grade-"
"Stiles…" I cut him off, but he shook his head.
"Let me finish."
I nodded.
"Like I said I had a crush on this girl for almost 7 years now, and all this time I felt sorry for myself thinking. Why am I never an option for her or for anyone? Why doesn't anyone want me? And I realized that it's not that no one wants me or that I was never an option. It's because I never made myself an option. So I'm done doing nothing. You might hate me for this, but I can't just sit back and watch you watch him and lose again."
Before I had the chance to say anything Stiles grabbed my face and crashed his lips down on mine. His lips were cold and they moved fast and awkwardly on mine, but instead of pulling away I relaxed. I let him have this because I knew exactly what it was like to love someone and feel like there was nothing I could do.
"Uh so I really hope this doesn't make anything awkward and I understand if you still have a thing for Derek because yeah unrequited love's a bitch and all that good stuff-"
"Stiles."
"Y-Yes."
"I don't feel awkward and we can still be friends." I assured him with a smile.
"But don't think just because you caught me off guard means you can just kiss me whenever you want." I added flicking the tip of his nose.
He smiled and I noted to myself that he was adorable when he smiled.
"Um ok well I'm gonna go now, I'm sure my dad is looking for me, so yeah." He said awkward grinning to himself as he sauntered toward the door.
I stood in my living room watching as he fumbled with the door knob finally opening it to reveal… Derek. Of all people. I know Peter wanted me to make up with him, but I didn't think he'd work that quick.
"Stiles?"
I cringed, I could hear the despair in his voice as he looked down at the pale boy, and then it hit me. Stiles was exactly that, a boy, and he was a boy that I had kissed. I suddenly felt like I'd stolen his purity.
"Derek." He said, nonchalantly crossing his arms over his chest.
"Leave." Derek growled, suddenly the smell of his rage filled the room in waves.
"I was just about to, but a wet sour wolf appeared in the doorway that I was about to walk out of." He replied wittily.
I rubbed my forehead.
Stiles, now is not the time for your wit.
They both stared each other down, and suddenly I understood why those animal documentaries had such intense music when males stared each other down. It was like a full on testosterone battle was taking place in my doorway and I was stuck in shock ruminating over one question.
How the hell did my nonexistent love life turn into this?
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Emilia KingGuys I don't know if you know this, but I seriously have terrible inner conflict about this story right now. I DON'T KNOW WHO THE HECK I WANT HER TO END UP WITH. AND ITS MY FREAKING STORY!!! I don't even know how the heck that happens, but apparently, it can.
Comment and tell me who you're shipping!!!
Love,
Gabriella