Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
stiles and his best friend who is in love with him and he can’t see it.
it’s no secret stiles stilinski is a nerd. he’s awkward sometimes and he’s never had that many friends— not that he really needed more than scott and you. he says his thoughts without thinking and his sarcastic nature gets him in trouble more often than not. and he’s never been good at talking to girls. girls he likes, that is. he’s been in love with lydia martin almost as long as you’ve been in love with him. except you can count on one hand the number of times he’s spoken to the redhead without making a complete fool of himself. and if you weren’t wishing it was you that made him trip over his words, you’d find it funny. but you do wish it was you, and you don’t find it funny that all she does is blow him off.
it’s not as if your affection for stiles is a secret. he’s one of your best friends, of course you hug him and run your fingers over his buzzed hair and fix his shirt collar and help him with homework and joke about his jeep and do all of the things best friends do. but there’s a yearning in all of those actions, a desire to mean more to him than what you are that consumes you. the lingering glances and the just-too-long touches are obvious to everyone else but stiles. he doesn’t recognize that the way you act around him is the same way he acts around lydia. how could he? he’s never been the one girls want ( as far as he knows ).
scott tries to help. he really does. he sees how much you care for his best friend, can sense just how far gone you truly are. but it doesn’t work. after all, if scott can be with allison, why can’t stiles be with lydia? it could work. those words were said verbatim and it crushed you. why can’t he see that someone already loves him? that the way he is now is the way you want him, always and forever. that he doesn’t have to be popular or first line or supernatural or anything other than who he is at his core.
and when someone mistakes you for dating one another, he laughs. he laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard and says, “she’s my best friend.” and the finality in his tone snaps your heart in two but you smile and nod along as if it’s ridiculous that you and stiles would ever date. as if it’s not the one thing you want more than anything, as if it’s not the wish you make every time you blew out a birthday candle, as if it’s not the subject of your happiest dreams. stiles doesn’t see you that way. he never will.
stiles and his best friend who can’t take the pain of being in love with him.