Stiles Isn't Jealous. Really.
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PreSCILES (One-sided Skittles)
Stiles Isn't jealous. Really. He isn't.
Okay, maybe a little.
It's not his fault though! It just happened! Something like... like a snap of the fingers. Like, a light bulb that blew. Or like... he was running out of un-ceremonial ways to describe is emotional feelings at the moment. But soon more will come.
Maybe.
So yeah, anyways, Stiles. He isn't jealous. But maybe just a little.
It's so gross though! But the heart wants, what the heart wants. And it just so happens his heart wanted something that's pretty unimaginable. Very unimaginable actually. And... yeah.
He's jealous. Jealous of what? Of who more like.
And of his best friend.
The best friend that he's also kinda sorta in love with.
Stiles might also be screwed.
It happened just a little time after the whole nogitsune ordeal, and Scott had decided to stop by after just having a date with Kira. They apparently had started dating.
Yeah, goodie.
And it was. To start with. So Scott did that thing, the same thing he did when he and Allison started dating, still a touchy subject, and kept talking almost as much as he does when he's hyped up on adderall.
"... And then when there was a part in the movie that got all romantic and sappy, ya' know, like that kind we make fun of when you insist on romcom Fridays." Stiles doesn't remember that. Nope. He-they never came up with a day where after school they could sit on the couch with popcorn and watch the latest romantic comedies. Never. "Well, she, like did this really cute thing with her hair, and then cuddled up to my side."
Yea. So...yeah.
"After we went and got ice-cream, like you mentioned I should take her? Remember?" He said that? Why? "Anyway, I got ice-cream on my chin," Scott points to the place on his chin and throws his head back and laughs. "She licked her thumb and got it off for me."
"So, like a mom." He couldn't help the grimace that came on his face as Stiles leaned harder against the wall on the other side of his bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and hugging them.
"No." Stiles couldn't help but stare blankly at him. "Okay, yeah. But it was cute!" Sure it was.
And if you're wondering where this sudden attraction came from, Stiles couldn't even answer that. But it was like once Scott came bowling up the stairs and 11 o'clock at night, on a Saturday. The first thing that comes out of his mouth is: "I think I'm in love." And wow. Talk about a hard kick to the nuts. Because its kinda hard for Stiles to even pause the game of COD he was playing, before Scott jumps up on the bed with him and crosses his legs, to launch himself into his night story.
First, Stiles only thought it was normal. The same off feeling people get if, like, their brother or sister or something starts dating. That extreme feel like you need to protect them, and would rather have them render forever alone than to be with anyone. But as he listens to Scott, and watches his emotions play out across his face, he just really can't help one thought that crosses his mind.
Fuck.
So, uh, yeah. Stiles may admit to it. Maybe. Possibly.
Okay, he's both completely screwed and jealous of his best friend talking on and on about his girlfriend.
But Stiles isn't jealous. Really.
He's just screwed.
