I'm so sorry, you guys! I got my chapters mixed up. But at least you'll be getting two chapters in one day.
Jackson watched his best friend get up from the lunch table, then the Stilinski kid a few moments later, following him. He knew he shouldn't go after his friend, he'd already pestered him enough and he needed his space. He leaned over and nudged Scott with his elbow.
"What's going on with them? Danny won't tell me anything." He whispered, "I mean, he told me about the whole grandparents thing, but that's it."
"Well, Stiles told me that he and Danny got close, and he didn't know what to do. That it scared him." The wolf said, watching Jackson's expression harden more.
"What the hell does that mean, McCall? Is Stiles scared of a gay guy that might like him? You should f—" The blond started, but was cut off.
"No, Jackson. He's scared because… Maybe he likes Danny back. He's never really been in a relationship before, and he's scared. Calm down." Scott told him, trying to brush off the anger.
The other co-captain's expression softened, actually looking a bit out of character in Scott's eyes, "Well… What can we do? I don't like Danny looking all sad and stuff. He even turned down hanging out with Lydia. He never does that, and he wouldn't let me pick him up this morning. He drove alone. And we always drive together on Mondays."
"I think we can just let them know we accept them being together, and we hope they're happy with each other. That's all we want, is for them to be happy. I don't like seeing Stiles like this either. Hopefully they'll work it out. And if they don't, we'll do it for them."
"I'm with you there, McCall."
"Danny? Goddammit, where are you?" Stiles mumbled as he looked in another empty classroom, then made his way to the only other place he could've gotten in the short amount of time. He pushed open the boys' bathroom door, walking in and biting his lip, "...Danny?"
He heard a small gasp, and a sniffle. He instantly felt horrible. He walked over to the stalls and pushed them open one by one, only the last locked. He pushed against it again, "Danny, unlock the door."
"N-No." The goalie's broken voice made him cringe, and his heart hurt again. He moved to the stall next to Danny's, and got in, locking the door. He sat down, putting his head in his hands, running them over his hair as he thought about what to say. How was he supposed to get out all the feelings he had?
"Danny, look... I just... I'm sorry I left. Something just... happened, it's hard to explain, but I'm sorry." Stiles told him, staring at the tiles of the floor, wishing he had stayed and figured it out then.
"What happened? Did I hurt you? Please, don't lie to me." The taller teen asked him, wiping his eyes on his shirt, trying to pull himself together.
"No, you didn't hurt me. I promise, you didn't. I-I liked what you did... I like you. And that's the problem, because I don't know what's going on with me, and it's scary. And it hurts, right in my chest, a-and I can't get it to go away." The younger teen rambled, feeling frustrated. He'd never felt like this before.
"Y-You like me? Like, how?"
"Like, I want to be around you all the time, and when I am, I feel amazing. You're great to be around, and when we were sitting on your couch that night, when you had your arm around me... I felt so safe with you."
There was silence, and then a click of a lock. Danny's heart was pounding, and he took a steadying breath, "Stiles, come here."
He heard him trip slightly as he got out of his own stall, and then the door pushed open softly, the quirky teen standing there, looking wrecked, his eyes watery. The older teen beckoned him closer, standing up and taking him into his arms when he stepped closer. Stiles sobbed quietly into Danny's chest, wrapping his arms around his waist. He felt safe again, and all the emotions were tumbling out of him, overwhelming to him.
"I'm sorry, Danny. I didn't mean to make you feel bad." He croaked, hands holding tight to the back of the other's shirt, shaking slightly.
"It's okay, I didn't make things easy on you, either." The goalie said, rubbing his back. It felt amazing to hold him again, to comfort him, to know that the feelings were returned. He could almost not handle it.
"Next time, just ask me out." Stiles told him, sniffling, hugging himself closer to him in an attempt to feel better.
Danny chuckled softly, blinking back leftover tears, "Do you wanna come over after school?"
"Yeah." The kid mumbled instantly, hearing the chuckle rumble in the other's chest, making him smile.
"Okay, come on."
They broke apart, smiling softly at each other as they wiped their eyes before leaving the room, just in time to see Scott and Jackson come out of the lunchroom together, talking indistinctly. Stiles took the taller teen's hand, feeling him lace their fingers together, the young wolf raising an eyebrow and Jackson just looking up and staring.
"What?" Danny was the first to speak, enthusiasm in his tone.
"What are you doing holding hands with Stilinski?" Jackson asked him a bit curiously, giving a look to the smaller teen, a much softer look than Stiles thought the blond co-captain would ever use with him. Maybe they didn't need putting together, Jackson thought.
"Well, I like him." The older lacrosse player said, squeezing his hand.
"Yeah, I mean... Why would you hold hands with someone you don't like?" Stiles chimed in, grinning.
