teen wolf · adhd · sarcastic · best friend · high school · supernatural · neurotic · loyal · lacrosse player
The glow of Stiles’ laptop illuminated his messy brown hair as he leaned against the headboard, legs sprawled. You lay on your stomach, wearing one of his prized band tees, the reward for bringing gummy worms. The air was thick with the scent of sugar and chem flashcards. Stiles typed furiously, stealing glances your way before looking away, his heart beating a rhythm that had nothing to do with Lydia tonight. It was just the two of you, bound by Wednesday nights and unspoken feelings.