Stop thinking

Summary: Despite her being the one with never quieting mind it was often Stiles who told him to stop thinking. Girl!Stiles Sciles Friends to Lovers, M for sexual content and language

By Olexandra

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Teen Wolf

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He wanted to be better but Allison left…

The sort of depression or hopelessness came about a few weeks after they said their goodbyes. After the one time with Stiles he came back on the night before she was about to leave and stay with her the whole night. They didn't talk. Not a one word. There was some kissing touches but mostly they just lied in bed looking at each other and trying to remember every single feature on each other faces as if to keep with them in their mind if they were to never met again.

Now, she was gone. She left and suddenly the whole 'new better me' felt pointless in every way…

'Idiot!' he heard and got slap over the head from Stiles.

He looked at her completely confused by it, 'What was that fo-'

They were sitting in his room watching a movie he for the love of God couldn't remember the title of nor what the hell was happening. Because one moment he saw Liam Nelson in the bar and the next there was a man jumping of the roof. He wasn't surprised he spaced out a lot lately.

'Don't change because of a girl, idiot. Change because you want to be better.'

He didn't even notice that he was talking out loud. He kind of promised Stiles he would talk less about Allison but had a problem with it. Stiles was always his keeper. His instant and if he couldn't talk to her he didn't know who to talk to. But Stiles was amazing as always and as much as she would occasionally roll her eyes or make a bitchy comment she never told him to shut up about him like he would have expected.

All in all she was right. He didn't want to change for Allison and maybe changing will have him have something other to think about than her apart from Stiles who was doing a more than good job at keeping his mind on other things.

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Summer started and Scott was in full work mode. He would go to the clinic every day work and asked tons of questions about animals. He always loved them and was super curious and interested about them but lately he began to really wonder about what he could do in his life once he would finish high school.

'How about becoming a vet?' asked Stiles as she and his mom were in the Stilinski's kitchen preparing dinner for the four of them.

The sheriff who just came smiled and put a hand on his shoulder.

'Deaton never fails to mention how great you are with the animals so you should definitely think about it.'

Scott never told it to anyone but since his sperm donor as he liked to call his biological father had left he grow to the sheriff and Deaton like they were his fathers instead. He always spoke highly of them and was enjoying their praise far more than from anyone else.

When he and Stiles were younger he was often thinking about what would have it been like if their parents would get together. He and Stiles were already siblings in every way that mattered.

Later as he often came for advice about boy's stuff to Sheriff and enjoyed being in his company and talking about everything a little different than with his mom he understood that just like with Stiles he already was his son in every way it mattered. Also he never wanted Stiles to be faced with the decision to call someone else mom. Still he thought that Stiles took his mom as her own anyway.

He looked at them just as his mom tickled Stiles causing her momentary to lose balance and throw too much salt into their food.

His mom made a face as Stiles laughed.

'Okay, this one is for you two.'

'Not a chance, Melissa.'

Anyway becoming a vet was quite an option and since he was planning on improving his grades anyway he might as well give it a go.

Just after he came back from the clinic he would either bring his mum lunch or go practice with Stiles or read a bit. Everything in a nice non-supernatural routine.

DDDDDDD

'I'm having a date…I guess.'

Scott looked up from his 'Changing Places' with brows so high they were almost reaching his hair.

'A what?'

'So weird,' mumbled Stiles as she walked to his where he was lying and fall on it. Face down.

'Wait, dude a date?'

He put the book away and moved closer to Stiles.

'With who? Please don't say Greenberg.'

Stiles shot him a glare before she rolled unto her back, 'His name's Chris he said he was in our history class… I kind of don't remember him. I'm not even sure why I said yes in the first place.'

He frowned at that.

'You said yes to a guy you don't know? Stiles, what the fuck?'

She frowned as well and brushed her forehead, 'My head hurts.'

Suddenly the whole date thing became even sillier than it felt in the first place. She really didn't know why she said yes. He was… nice… or not?

'I don't know… he's Chris from our history class.'

'You and me didn't have history class together. What's his surname?'

'I don't know. Shit my head.'

He kneeled and looked down at her before he leaned down and sniffed her.

'Did he touch you? You smell a bit different.'

She moved her hand from her face and looked at him, 'We took my hand. That was super creepy.'

He took her hand and looked at it frowning like it was going to bite him.

'We were you suppose to meet? Screw that you're not going,' he said after he sniffed her hand.

'The movies. Okay… I don't even want to go I feel weird.'

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The guy smelled funny.

Not just like stink or something well… he had way too much cologne but there was also something that made Scott want to gag.

He wasn't sure what it was but he immediately took Stiles hand shook his head and hugged her right there in front of the cinema for the boy to understand.

He saw his frown from the corner of his eyes but he didn't care as he heard Stiles once again confused voice asking why she had said yes the first place.

Stiles wouldn't go out with a stranger. Sure, she would look and all but she needed more than that. She would need to know the person. Analyze it, know everything there is to know about him the good and the bad to actually make a move or let the other person make a move. And this guy? He really wasn't her person.

He couldn't tell what it was. He wasn't jealous. If he saw Stiles kissing with some dude he would probably more than anything feel genuine disgust. One of the reasons he was glad he couldn't for the love of him imagine Stiles kissing some guy.

Stiles gave him a look but walked to the guy and told him that she was sorry but she liked someone else.

Her heartbeat was steady but he was expecting that. She was still in love with Lydia after all. You can be heartbroken but that doesn't mean you don't love the person.

They went to a near dinner after that. Stiles demanded that if he spoiled her movie he might as well feed her in return.

He couldn't help thinking that he save her from a horrible date.

Her hair had grown through the year and Scott had to admit he liked it a lot now. She looked more girly now but that wasn't the reason he liked it. He liked it because she liked it. He saw how she would look more into the mirror brushing it a bit whenever it was sticking and he definitely notice the extra bottles of products he didn't know what were for in her bathroom. She was changing but she was still Stiles. His Stiles.

'What's that look?' asked Stiles as she chewed her beacon.

'What look?' he asked still smiling.

'The one that you have just now? You look like you… I don't know like I just told you won lottery. So what's up?'

'Nothing, I just… I just realized I'm happy.'

'And you weren't before?' She frowned a bit confused.

He reached out and took one of her fries, 'I was but I didn't know I was.'

'Okay, weirdo. I think you're being more sentimental about this than me and it's me who got out of a terrible date to be with her bestie.'

'Don't say it like you wanted to be on a terrible date.'

'Well, maybe I did. I mean Lydia is sort of off limits so maybe terrible dates are all I got left for the future,' she said it not sounding bitter or even worried about it but he heard her heartbeat and for that one second could hear the smallest of doubts.

He shook his head and took her hand, 'Don't go on terrible dates, Stiles. Find someone you like and go with that person.'

Looking at her hand in his she bit her lip, 'What if that person will be just another Lydia?'

'What if it won't?' he asked and put on a soft smile.

He watched as her cheeks rose up a bit and couldn't help smiling even more although he didn't know why.

Well, he knew. He was with Stiles and that made him happy.

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They were lying on his bed one night talking about love and stuff.

He pointed out that he might end up like her dad to which she frowned confused.

'I mean after your mom,' he suddenly felt a bit guilty about bringing that up, 'after your mom he never found anyone else.'

'I mean yeah but it isn't like his heartless or anything and that he locked his heart up so no other person can get in.' She knelled on his bed and he got up on his elbows.

'I know that but… he just hasn't dated anyone ever since, has he?'

She started biting her fingers as a sign of she was hiding something that he wouldn't like.

'What do you know?'

'Lydia told me yesterday that she once saw my dad and your mom in the hospital… I think they were kissing.'

He sat up in such a fast movement Stiles jerked away a bit. He was surprised more than anything. Lydia? Kissing? Their parents? She saw them? What the fuck?

'When were you and Lydia together?' He asked. He was super confused about everything which he blamed on the fact that he probably should have been asking about their parents first.

'She called yesterday when you were at work and asked me if I wanted to go shopping with her. I think she's kind of alone after Allison left. Not many people want to be friends with the town's nut job,' she shrugged looking away.

'Well… do you think that there…' He wasn't even sure what he wanted to ask her.

Do you think that there is a change that you and her can be together?

Do you still like her?

Are you still waiting for her?

Stiles friggin' loved Lydia since the third grade when Theo Reaken threw her into the mud and Lydia made him so ashamed about it he ran away crying.

Although she kept on telling him that she liked boys and girls the same he always wondered if she wasn't like her father in this. That it would always be about that one special person in their lives and everyone else would just be… a replacement?

That was why he knew that just like him Stiles was hurting inside when Lydia and Jackson got sort of back together. And just like him Stiles simply focusing more on trying to make amends with getting beat up than with her crushed heart.

'No. Like I said she's just lonely but on the plus side I did get some bi vibes from her so you know at least part of my theory about her not being so straight was right.'

'So you're friends now?'

'Not yet but… I think we might be… she'll always be… you know my Lydia but maybe once there will be enough room for someone else too. Not that it will be like I love her less she will just move into a different room in my heart but she will still be there.'

'It's like with your dad. Your mom will always be his Claudia for him.'

She smiled at and put her hand on his, 'Well what about you? Ready to admit that Allison will always be your Allison to you?'

He looked at their hands and then at her.

'Maybe not yet but one day.'

They smiled at each other for a while Scott thinking about how lovely Stiles's smile could be. He liked her smirks and grins but these smiles. When she was just happy but in a calm soft way were his favorites.

'Now, can you please tell me about our parents and kissing? Because I'm semi-curious and semi-horrified about what you might say.'

'Well…'

DDDDDD

Every week he would have a cheat day. He would just lie around or do nothing no reading, no practice and he wouldn't even go to work. It was his day off. He would sleep until like eleven and then go to Stiles or call her over and they would play video games and stuff.

It wasn't even eight when his mom came rushing in telling him that Stiles was sick and that he should come with her to the hospital take her meds and go to her house.

He was so confused and freaked out about it that he didn't even notice he put on his lacrosse t-shirt until he was in the hospital and his mom was giving him instruction for the meds.

Scott had to admit he was a bit pissed that Stiles didn't tell him about not feeling well and instead went behind his back to his mom. It felt like she didn't trust him or something.

When he came he found her in her bed lying on her back looking more than terrible than he had even seen her with an almost unbearable smell of human vomit all over the place.

'Hey, Stiles what's wrong?'

'I dunno,' her voice was weak and quiet and nothing like her which completely threw him into worries. Hyper Stiles he could handle. He was dealing with her for the most of his childhood and teenage life. Angry Stiles he could handle after she would explode she would eventually calm down and start cleaning whatever mess she would make. She was quite violent when she got angry. Bitter Stiles he could also handle. He hated every moment off having to be with her when she was like that but he could manage to handle it. But this?

This sick and weak and obviously hurting Stiles was something he had a problem with. He went back in his mind to all those weeks ago back to the kanima fiasco and how angry he was about finding out what Gerard did and confused about what Derek said.

Allison he trusted to be soft Stiles he trusted to be strong and have his back.

And when Stiles was like this she couldn't handle his back which was complete bullshit if you ask him because he at the moment didn't give two shits about his back he just wanted Stiles to be okay.

'I wasn't feeling so great after our taco dinner. Are you okay?'

'Yeah, I feel okay.'

'Shit, even if you weren't you would probably be fine wolf-boy,' her eyes suddenly widened and just as she pressed her hand to her mouth he took her bride style from her bed and carried her to her bathroom.

She puked. It was nasty and the smell was almost unbearable but he just gently took every little lose piece of hair that she had, brushed it a few times so it would glue to her head and not face. He was extremely gently massaging calming circles into her back trying not to think about the smell but rather thinking about how she must be feeling right now remembering what it felt like to puke.

She coughed several times realizing there was nothing more to get out of her and lied back into Scott's chest heavy breathing.

'Sh-shit, 'msorry.'

'Forget it,' he kept his hand moving on her back.

'Listen, I'm going to leave you here for a bit to get your bed sheets to the washing machine, okay? Then you will take some meds my mom send and try to sleep a bit, okay?'

'Scott McCall, always with the sleeping. I'm really starting to think you have a fetish you know.'

He leaned toward her head and kissed her on the forehead hearing her sighed please.

'I'll be right back.'

Just like he said he took care of everything. He prepared for her some water and crackers and an empty bucket although she made him promise that he would help her to the bathroom again if she felt like vomiting. She didn't want to take any chances.

He ended up with her curled on his chest and stroking her hair all day watching Netflix.

It was nice. He should have been weird out by this. Him and Stiles were occasionally touching. But it was more like occasionally holding hands or hugging but always in the name of comfort.

Now it was also comfort but Scott had this odd nagging feeling in his head that he was far too comfortable with lying with Stiles like this. His mind dared to say that he was enjoying it and with balled fists he had to admit he kind of was.

Being with Stiles was a like bandage on Allison's absence and he had a feeling that it worked the same way for Stiles with Lydia.

Human contact was good. They both crave it. Needed it. He couldn't even imagine what would have it been like if he didn't have Stiles to constantly cheer him up like only she had the ability to.

He looked down at her as she was resting her head on his chest watching the little screen in front of them occasionally pointing something out with her weak voice.

He loved her. Not like a girl although he lately did notice how pretty she actually was. He knew she was pretty. She always joked that she wasn't but he for him she kind of was. She was tall and skinny and wasn't good with girly outfits and make up but she was pretty on her own. He liked her big honest full of curiosity brown eyes that so often manipulated him into doing what she want. Only a girl could do it like that. Her hair, now that it was longer and made her look more feminine was also nice. He grown to like running his fingers through it unlike Allison Stiles never chastened him about making it greasy.

They must have fall asleep because he suddenly woke up to Sheriff putting a blanket over them that fell down as Stiles was just as in constant movement in her sleep as she was when she was awake.

The two looked at each other and the older man smiled his lips spelling a quick 'thank you'.

He nodded and when sheriff leaned down and kissed Stiles's forehead he also gently brushed his own hair like he use to do when he was little and would come to play with Stiles.

The way the Sheriff looked at the two of them made Scott wonder about something that has been for a while now lurking in his mind but never quite putting it into a thought.

How much easier would it have been if they would have fall in love with each other?

'John, the kids are up,' he suddenly heard his mom from downstairs.

'I'm not doing anything!' the Sheriff lied.

Scott wasn't sure if he wanted to call out 'awwww' or roll his eyes but he definitely wondered whether he shouldn't tell Sheriff the true about lycanthropy in this world maybe just to save the both of them a future embarrassment.

He closed his eyes. Maybe later.

When he suddenly heard the kissing he instantly opened his eyes. And he should definitely remind his mom about the whole supernatural hearing ability.

'Stop thinking…,' mumbled suddenly Stiles and looked up at him her gaze unclear. She was still half asleep. 'You're too loud.'

He smiled at her but froze once she leaned toward him really close and surprised him by kissing his chin.

'Chin boy,' she giggled and lied back down. That had to be definitely a reference with the way she giggled but he couldn't remember from what.

She let out a soft sighed and she was back asleep.

He watched her for a while unsure about what she just did but eventually he just put his hand on her back again and dozed off too.